Jacksonville High School - Crimson J Yearbook (Jacksonville, IL)

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 beamed on us for three succeeding years. We have wondered how it would feel to be in those distant rows. Now, we know. It does seem wonderful, does it not, to be as far across the study hall as is possible without moving out of the windows? But our cares are heavy. Through all the glamour of our newly acquired dignity, we can see senior orations, debate, senior play, etc., peering at us out of the distance with a mocking smile. A sigh for this, and a sigh for that, yet nothing can efface the fact that we are seniors. Does the term grow monotonous? Not to us who bear it, does the repetition dull the stupendous fact one whit. It looms up as the mighty pinnacle, the summit of which we have been striving to reach. So it is our duty as well as our paramount wish to reach this height and discharge each duty devolving upon us in an enthusiastic and irreproachable manner. The seniors held the first class meeting of the year and elected the following officers: Everett Weeks, President; Irene Straight; Vice President; Edward Bullard, Secretary and Treasurer. 1 he seniors are discussing the pin problem. The “sages” prophesy a “hot time” in J’ville pretty soon. (Jet behind your Nautilus, seniors; Let’s make it a go! So’s when the last year’s grads go to bragging, We can truthfully say, 44 ’Taint so.” Some one please tell Lura Wiswell that Am. Hist, is not the place to try on shoes. Heard in senior English: ‘‘If Macbeth wasn’t a man, he wouldn’t have acted like n one. The melancholy days have come. Oh, yes, we know they’re here; The rain has poured, the wind has roared. Now, doesn’t it seem queer to think The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year? School has begun to end our fun; Vacation seems not near; The melancholy days have come, And oh, what joys they bring— Demerits, scolds and reprimands, With lectures untiring. The melancholy days have come; Pray, sing it sweet and low— Those melancholy days to us Poor mortals here below Seem but a drop from off the tip Of some great teacher’s pen, But in the spring w’ell graduate— And so, adieu till then. —From “'The Senior’s Lament.” SOPHOMORE The sophomore class reorganized by electing Andrew Rogerson, President; Homer Reed, Vice President; and Warren Maddox, Secretary and Treasurer. As Andrew could not serve, Homer took the place of the President, and the class elected Robert Strawn as Vice President. I he class of 1914 is very large, but each one works for the good of the class. Our class does things. 1 he boys enter into all the athletics. Some of our men were record breakers in the Track and Tri-State Meet last May. Quite a few of our members have gone out for foot ball and made the hrst team. 1 his is a good showing, and we hope it will grow better each year, as by the time we are seniors the High School will honor our dignified classmates. 13

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Can say: “Enough; I ask—1 want no more.” —The Smith College Monthly. BARNYARD NOTES Dear Mistress Duckie Daddies, Can’t you come out to see How very nice the great worid is? You’re safe to trust to me, For I know well the dangers That lurk along the road, But much I’d like to walk with you. Do come. Yours, Hoppy Toad. Dear Hoppy Toad, I’d gladly come To see the world with you, And I could trust you everywhere. For well I know you’re true. I hope you’ll hold me tenderly Forever in your thoughts; Believe me; I am wild to come. But I’m afraid of warts. —From The S. C. M. BEWARE! The siren’s ghastly grin, Sir Robert Burnett’s gin, The bird, the bottle cold, The young, likewise the old, The fatal cigarette, The prude and the coquette, The widow and the maid, The tailor’s bills unpaid, The water and the ice, Most everything that’s nice, The priest, also the nun. The old unloaded gun. The breakfast and the lunch, The dinner and the punch, The “get-rich-quick” old faker, The smug-faced undertaker— Be brave, be strong, be true, be square, Be anything, but Oh, Beware!!! —Life. CLASS NOTES This year we have instituted a new plan for the arrangement of the Class Notes. We desire more editorials from the classes; in fact, any squib that will be of interest to the different members. The jokes, or comics, have been placed collectively under the heading, “Why Don’t You Laugh? at the end of the paper. It is the duty of every one interested in this paper to try to help out with any hint, item or suggestion that appeals to one. Be ready to use a little of your reserved energy to boost your one great student enterprise and its staff. SENIORS Are we seniors? Yes! Are we enthusiastic seniors? We intend to be! Do we feel the dignity of our position? Yes, with all due solemnity! Will we he worthy models for the under-classmen? T hat is the question! During a period of some four years, we have taken that trip inevitable toward the east of the study hall. And now the height of all our ambitions lies before us. We are seniors! T here is music in every word of that sentence. Now, WE may look across at the neighboring classes with that condescending smile which has 12

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FR ESHMEN The first meeting of the freshmen class was held Monday, September 18th, 1911. The following officers were elected: President—George Coe. Secretary—Carrie Mackness. Treasurer—Roland Kiel. Colors, blue and white. At the second meeting Miss Balcke, who was chosen class officer at the first election, declined taking the position, as she was class officer four years for the class of 1911. Miss Day was then chosen to fill the position. This is our first year in the High School, and our class, at present, is the largest in the school. Yes, sophs, we’ll admit that we are verdant “freshies,” but there’ll come a time when we can look down from your lofty WHY DON’T YOU LAUGH? Teacher—“What is the capital of Ohio Think carefully; it was named after one of the greatest men that ever lived.” Small Colored Lad—“Jack Johnson! I’ve just bought the most beautiful thing—if you only knew the money it cost me. It’s a real Rembrandt.” “Indeed! How many horse-power?” Collector—“'Picket, please.” Passenger—“’Aven’t got it; lost it. Collector (making out ticket)—“Six and five, please.” Passenger—“Hie—eleven! A suggestion for manufacturers— Fry Aerofood for that Dizzy Feeling. Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly for the heights. But we will endeavor to show you our speed. We have life, and we can do things. You know we all have to live and learn, and how could we get into J. H. S. without going through that epoch known as the “Green Era?” Wait, look and listen. We are entertaining serious fears that this section of the paper will not be as mirthful as it sounds this month. The classes have not responded with very much material this first month, but they will be more accustomed to the work later. We hope to make it a success, as it is our first venture along this line. “How I wish.” moaned the half-starved moth, “I had a political pull! I’ve not had a square meal for years. On account of the tariff on wool.” courts to render decisions which the people can understand. A new version of man and woman—man and superman. Jorkins—“How did you ever come into possession of such a cheap-looking umbrella as that?” Dorkins—“Why, 1 got this umbrella in a very peculiar way—I bought it.” Aunt Mary (horrified)—“Good gracious, Harold, what would your mother say if she saw you smoking cigarettes?” Harold (calmly) — “She’d have a fit. They’re her cigarettes.” Fools argue. Wise men talk it over. Ye readers of the Nautilus, don’t knock. Come right in, sit right down, and make yourself at home.