Granite City High School - Warrior Yearbook (Granite City, IL)

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IJjiHtonj PLEASANT afternoon was merging into a beautiful evening on the upper stretches of the Mississippi. Both banks of the river were wooded, but a break occurred in the line of trees on one side large enough to form a park for a neat bungalow. The sun had not yet dropped below the line of poplars on the bank opposite the bungalow, and streamers of gold were reflected from the surface of the river. A middle-aged man lay on the grass beneath a giant oak. viewing the glories of the sunset; he had lain motionless so long that a thrush came within a few feet of his hand. It w-as indeed a time for reverie, and his soul revelled in the harmony of nature. Ilis mind reviewed the various events of his life; he recounted the happenings of his early boyhood; his first day at school without his mother; the time spent in high-school — ah! those were the days! He recalled his feelings at the time when, with a group of thirty-five he stalked into the assembly hall of the high school and took one of the front seats, this section being reserved for Freshies. There never was an- other day like that first one in high school. The class as a whole did nothing much the first year except occupy seats and furnish sufficient fun for the upperclass- men. Everyone was naturally bright, so all drifted into the Sophomore section the next fall. Oh yes, this was the year when social life became a reality. What a good time everyone had at the valentine party at Hilda Kohl’s residence in Venice. The two chaperons. Miss Martin and -Mr. Atwood, knew enough games to keep the children busy for a week. The class was organ- ized about this time with Trevor Lewis as president. Later in the year a quite exciting event occurred. The Senior boys gave the Senior girls a party which the underclassmen determined to break up. A group of Sophomore boys, accompanied by some Freshmen and a few Juniors raided the dining room, and in the scufflethat followed Prof.IIiles’eyestoppedsomeone’s hand. The boys got nothing but the excitement for their pains. The next day they were given a vacation, while the other members of the school wore black hair-ribbons and neckties in mourning for the unfortunates. By the time the Junior year came into sight everyone was beginning to realize that a high school training w T as an opportunity not afforded everybody. They were now no longer “wise fools’’ but Juniors, with Charles Watson, better known as “Jerry.’’ as president of the class. Festivities began when they entertained the Seniors with a Hallowe’en party inthe gymnasium of the old McKinley school. The Seniors in re- turn gave the Juniors a party on Washington’s birthday, which the Seniors declared was splendid. Perhaps the most important event in our history was moving into the Granite High building. This required considerable time, but it was soon atoned for and preparations were made for the annual Junior-Senior banquet. After a month of planning and several days of hard work, the evening finally arrived and was gone before any knew it. The evening was pleasantly spent and all will tell you that the Juniors displayed talent for future society work. The year was closed with about half the Junior boys getting into trouble on account of raising their class flag at the very hour when the Seniors were holding commence- ment exercises on the floor beneath. This caused quite a scene.but the Juniors secured the object of their intentions. At last the Senior year arrived when everyone began to feel old and at the same time high school seemed only too short. Randle Harrison was elected president of the class. It was this time when everyone began to wonder how many more credits he could possibly affix to his name. The year was happily spent and parties began when the Junior class entertained ’15 with a Hallowe’en party somewhat similar to the one they had given ’14 the year before. Everyone dressed as a ghost and L.UBL LA GISIJER : — Born for success she seems.

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SAMUEL FLEISHMAN’:— “Much ado about nothing.

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William B. Jones Earl Miller Fm l Mueller l.ee Borden Aker Albert Busch — RA.YDLE HARRISON ' :— Existence is a merry treat and every speech a Jest.