Goode Barren Township High School - Tatler Yearbook (Sesser, IL)

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T H E T A T L E R 19 IllllllIIllIIIIIIIIIIllIHIHtlIlllItlll!IIIllIllIilllllIIllIIllltllllllltlfllllltllllHillltl1itlttilIllllillllltllttlllllllllllHtllilHHlllHHHittlllIilIIl!III!ItllllllltllllllllllllllHHHHHtHIIlllIllIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllIlllIlIIIlIllIllllllllllllllllllilllll 'tYes,tt returned Fred. I resigned 1ny position as editor of The Chi- cago Tribune and accepted this positiong but say, Ruby, Illll surely going to hear that lecture tonight. It'll be a dandy if it's as good as the one I heard last summer on The Ilnsettled Position of XVOIIIGIIN. t'Oh, thauksn, laughed Ruby as she proceeded o11 her way. I again followed her but suddenly became lost in the whir and confusion of the heavy traffic. For a moment all was dark and uncertain and when I found myself O11 a rapidly speeding train. It seemed that the din of tl1e traffic had been converted into the noise of the train. A newspaper was lying near. I picked it up and soon became very much interested in the follow- ing article: ILLINOIS WOMAN RETURNS FROM TRIP IN SOUTH AMERICA UNIVERSITY PREPARICS GREAT HONORS The University of Illinois is preparing great honors for Miss Pauline Martel who returns today from a trip in South America where she has been collecting birds, fishes, reptiles, dragon flies and amphibians for the Uni- versity. Miss Martel is a graduate of the University and is quite noted for her unusual feminine bravery. Another article printed in big headlines on the opposite page also attracted my attention: PRESIDENT APPOINTS A WOMANASATTORNEY GENERAL OF U. S. FIRST WOMAN TO HAVE THE HONOR OF BEING A MEMBER OF PRESIDENT'S CABINET Recently a great deal of excitement has been created in political and social circles as well when for the first time in history a President has ap- pointed a woman as a member of his cabinet. The most fortunate lady is Miss Georgina Mitchell of Scsser, Illinois who was appointed to fill the vacancy in thc Cabinet caused by the death of Attorney-General VVhite. Miss Mitchell, a very capable woman of unusual ability, has been practic- ing law in Renton, Illinois, and has won great renown as a brilliant law- Bverg? s I had barely finished reading this extraordinary article when I felt a hand upon my shoulder. I turned to discover a very handsome man who seemed rather familiar. There was a sarcastic grin upon his face as he said, IVhy, hello there, Margaret. So you too have been reading of this silly appointment. I thought the President a wiser man than to appoint a woman to such an important position. Of course, Georgina is a very ca- pable woman, but such positions should be reserved for the men, don't you think? Overjoyed at seeing Tip , another of my class friends of '22, I did not take time to argue the question of 'tXVomen's Rights , but again to question him concerning himself. ' Oh, I am now a chemist with the Houston Grain and Milling Oo. , Illllllllllll IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IlllllllllllllllllllIlltllltltlltlllllllltllllllllllllllllHtIHtllllllllllllllllllllllllHlllllllillittilllillllillillIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllttlllllHtlllilllllIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllIllllllIIIIIIIIIIlllllllIIIIIl'llllllllllllllllllltllllllif P

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18 T H E T A T L E R IiIIII!lillllIllllllllillliiillltliilHiillliililHillitllilHillilliiitiiiiiililiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiliiiiiiiiiiiillliiiliillllllliitiiitiLIEiitiiEiiiiiiiliiiiiiiitIIIiIiIliitIIIiiillIiiIIIIIIIIIilIIIIIIIIiIiIIiIIIIIIliiiiiiiiilliiiiiiiiillliitiiiiiiiiliillIlliiiiiillililiiiiillililliiiliiiiliiiiiliil 9. I, Fred Schettler, bequeath my fountain pen to a certain group of Freshman girls. 10. I, Kenneth Tippy, bequeath my ability to argue to Hal Stoelzle. 11. I, Amelia Tonozzi, bequeath my temper to Lois Hartley, who may need it in disciplining a certain unruly Senior lad. 12. tl, Celia Zarfas, bequeath my curls to Velma Moore. In witness whereof, we, the Senior Class of '23, hereunto set our hand and seal, this first day of June, nineteen hundred and twenty three. -SEN1ons or 19221 SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The old clock upon the mantel was slowly ticking the hour. Nine o'- clock. I paused a moment in my knitting to rub my sleepy eyes. 'tliring me the Tatler , I said to Tabby, my old gray cat tand sole companionl as she sat comfortably at my feet before a blazing hearth in the dreary month of December, 1943. I had given this command so often that Tabby knew eX- actly how to obey it. Taking the precious book from her paws, I began to turn the familiar and well worn pages wondering what had become of all my class friends of '23 whose characters were reflected there. I began to read, This is respectfully dedicated to ...... but Nguddenly I could not see, Slumber fell like a cloud on me. And into my soul the vision flew. f'Oh. you hurt! Don't .... At first I could not discover from whence came these decidedly femi- nine sounds of distress. But gradually there appeared before me a scene in a dentist's office. A handsome man with dentist's instruments in hand was bending over an attractive lady. I was amazed! The dentist was cer- tainly no other than Perry Mcflollom, president of our graduating class of '23. And the lady was Miss Ruby Cockrum, our most efficient secretary. 'tVVhy, Ruby, I had just started to pull that tooth and anyway .... VVell, anyway it hurt. But for goodness sakes, Perry Mctlollom. do hurry! I have to prepare my lecture on Bad Boys before seven, and here it is five-thirty alreadyf' I eagerly followed Ruby as she left the dentist's office. We had gone scarcely a block when she accosted a man who greeted her in a very brus- que manner. Ruby cordially extended her hand. Why hello, Fred. I hear that you have just been appointed Presi- dent of the American Farm Bureau Federation. Is that so? 46 .llllllllIIHHllllilllllllllttiitliliiiiilliliiitlHllllilliiiiiiilllilllilllillHillillliiHHlI1l1II1lilllllIll4IiIlIIIII1IIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllIlllllllliiliiiilliiiIliilllllllllrllllilKilllIlliilllllilliiilll1llllIillIIllIIIllllIllIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIlIIIIllIIlllllllllllllllllllllll

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20 THE TATLER INN!lWiU!lllHHMiLIIIIHtiIIllIIiIItIIIliIIIIiiIItIllIIIIIIiillIIIlIIIIIIIIIIilllIIIIIlIIHiHII!iIIiIIlIllIIIIIIIIIiiII!IIIIiIIIilII!IIII!I!II!I!II!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIi!!III!!IIIIiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiIIIIllIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiIIIIIlliilIIIIIIlhiIiIIIIllIi!iIIIII!i!IIIllilI Tip answered with importnce. I've been up to Chicago on business. But say, Margaret, have you heard about Frank ? H f'No, what? I questioned eagerly. He is now a consul in Africa. His address is Moneka D. C. C. C. M., via Coquilhatville, Congo Beige IV. C., Africa. l've heard that he not only manages the business affairs of U. S. very efficiently. but that he also has great influence upon the natives and officials there, and that he is arous- i11g them to great social and political reforms. He is .... But somehow his voice died away and the scene changed again. I found myself once more on a crowded thoroughfare in a great city. Strol- ling down the street I gazed at the interesting shop windows. One very neat and up to date little millinery shop especially attracted my attention. Upon entering imagine my surprise to discover the stylish shop-keeper to be no other than Marie Britton. She was garrulously engaged in selling a beautiful little hat to a woman whom ..I immediately recognized as Edna Morgan. Very much surprised, they welcomed me warmly and We chatted almost an hour upon our old associations in G. B. T. H. S. I gladly accept- ed Edna's invitation to spend the night with her. On the way home Edna informed me that she was a social worker of the American Red Cross. She also gave me detailed information concerning Marie. It seemed that the latter had accumulated quite a little fortune from her stylish shop, but that as yet her Prince Charming had not appeared. She considered her bus- iness quite 'fromantic and would not give it up. It seemed that we had almost reached Edna's home when all became confusion and much happened that I cannot distinctly remember. But I do remember finding myself in a magnificient opera house. A darkhaired and dark-eyed young woman was singing very beautifully Ave Maria to the soft accompaniment of a violin. To my joy and surprise 'l' recognized the singer to be Amelia, and the violinist, Celia. At the close of the song I was eager to speak to my old friends but their admirers crowded in until it seemed utterly impossible. However, I had almost reached them when. . Crash! I saw stars and then I found myself sitting in the same cozy room only on the floor this time. Tabby was purring furiously and try- ing with great difficulty to raise me from my undignified position to which I had fallen during my vision. After regaining my former position with Tabby on my lap, I began to think about my extraordinary, but realistic vision. . Was it a true vision of class friends of '23? And then I thought, just wait and see. -MARGARET Hxrcann lllllllllllflltllllllllllllllllllllllllfllllllllIIIIIIIIIIllIlllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIII!IIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIIIilllllllllltllllllllllliIllillillliliilillllltltllltllltllllllllllttlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllillll