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

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Melba Abernathy Dori Alexander Paul Abbott Rav Abell Bob Austin Margaret Baptm Louie Andrr» Ola Mac Armitage MELBA ABERNATHY She has the voice That all like to hear. DORIS ALEXANDER The laughing marathon has begun. LOUIE ANDERS Who reasons wisely Is therefore wise. WILBUR BAPTIST Soft! Soft! I hear a noise, a female tread, Exquisite sound. I'd better hide my head. DICY BEGG Dicy Begg-ed” for a Davis And won. WILBUR BLACK He Runyon” around in his car. JOYCE BLANE She's short and sweet And hard to beat. PAUL ABBOTT Woman it a thing of beauty And an expense forever. OLA MAE ARMITAGE We are refreshed by her pert nest. RAY ABELL Oh Captain, your fighting days are done, Your team has weathered every storm, The prize you sought is won. Twenty-two

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PrYYYVYVYYYYYTTYYV Y Vt reYXYOtSrSAXAyrV ClI ARIFS StVII R Helen Mutch Austin Dumas Naomi Runyon I he Senior Class The Senior Class chose their officers at the close of last year. The results of this election were as follows: the President was Charles Sevier; Vice- President, Helen Mutch; Secretary, Austin Dumas; and Treasurer, Naomi Runyon. The group of officers has guided the Senior Class most success- fully through their last year in Jacksonville High School. During their Junior year one of the main achievements in dramatics was a play called, While the Toast Burns.” The following people were the characters: Clara Mae Strubinger was the wife; John Ncwbery, the husband; Charles Sevier, the son; his sister, Helen Johnson; and the grandmother, Ruth Ann Wurtsbaugh. Another outstanding feature was the prom and banquet in their Junior year. The Banquet and the Prom Chairmen were Janice Hicks and Harvey Scott. In the beginning of the Senior year each home room elected two students for the Senior Council. This council met with its advisor. Miss Evans, once a month to discuss problems. The most important project of the Senior year was the annual Crimson J.” It was edited by the J” Staff. The Editor-in-Chief of the J” was Carl Brune. The business manager was Ed- ward Roy. The Senior Class contributed the captain of the All-famous football team of 1937-1938, Ray Abell. Ray should be congratulated for the way that he lead the team through a season of success. A class meeting for the Seniors was held in the auditorium during the home room period on Thursdays. It was later changed to Friday. The Seniors had many varied programs. Several of them were talks on the following subjects: en- gineering, teaching, business training, and law. The Senior play was the second important event during the Senior year. It was entitled, Monsieur Beaucaire.” The leading roles were played by Helen Johnson and Charles Sevier. The director of this play was Mr. Vickery who did an excellent job of it. Miss Evans, the dean of the Seniors, has as- sisted the students of the class during the last four years in high school. Each member of the Senior Class wishes to express his appreciation for all of the nice things that she has done to help him. The class wishes to thank all of the members of the faculty who have helped it in High School. The Seniors will not forget their Jack- sonville High School, and we hope it will remember the 1938 Senior Class. J. H. S. wishes the Seniors good luck! Tttftnly-ont

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5SX 5SXZCS33XS3SSXX Seniors ROBERT BLANK Short people often Cut long ( Worn. ELEANOR BRENNAN Her will power is no greater Thun her want pouer. Robert BIjik M rv Brock hou F'fjoor Brrnnan Byron Bruno MARY BROCKHOUSE To think a lot, There must he silence. BYRON BRUNE He has no time to sport away the hours, All must he earnest in a world like ours. CARL BRUNE We hate never found the limit of bis capacity for work. PAUL BRYANT Carl Bruno Ruth Buchanan RUTH BUCHANAN l ugh and he merry. CLARENCE BUESCHER Thoughtful words. Where did you find them? RUTH CAREY She has a kind heart And ever a lending hand. Ruth Carey Jutcphin Carl Chart Citnc Robert Ct n« The lady whom I serve makes my labors pleasures. JOSEPHINE CARL Those snapping hlack eyes really steal your heart. CHARLES CISNE Rhythm! The hoy is huhiding over with rhythm. oa v ROBERT CISNE He might he small But he gets aroun, T»Y• -thru