Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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Lacst Will and Testament of the Cle ss of ‘21 We, the Seniors of L. H. S ., at this time residing in the town of Lowell, being of sound and disposing minds, do hereby make, publish and declare this instrument as and for our last will and testament, That is to say: I, Hughe Hayden, give unto Harold Trump, Flaey Sanger. I, Edna Powell, do hereby gladly give my limp to Ardetta Moxell. I, Cecil Murr, will unto Raymond Lindimer, my excellent vocabulary of slang. I, Azalia Ragon, will unto Venice Hamacher, my flirting eyes. I, Julia Stenerson, will my dearly beloved sister to Richard Osgood. I, Russel Burroughs, will my smile to Oliver Wilder. I, Helen Morey, will my red hair to Archie Childress. I, Ethel Vinnedge, give unto Ruth Fedde, my precious gig¬ gle. I, Theron Wilder, feeling her need of a louder voice be¬ queath it unto Eudora Dye. I, Mary Holton, bequeath unto Perk Love, my place on the milk train. I, Mar guerite Minninger, will unto Violet Thomas, my eyebrow pencil, rouge and lip-stick. I, Vernon Stillson, bequeath all my gum to Virgil Phillips, on the condition that he chew it all in Stenography. I, Clara Roorda, will my modesty to Vera Powell. I, Elsa Poppe, will all my pep to Lolita Nichols. I, Leslie Schultz, give unto Claire Futhey my marcel. I, Queene Weaver , give unto Louise Miller, my ability for winning the affections of the male sex. I, Esther Ault, will unto Lucy Dodge, all my beauty aids. I, Vivien Hayden, will my place as captain of the B. B. Team to Raymond Kimmet. I, Alta Sutton, give unto lone Pinkerton, my ability to see jokes. I, Marion Nelson, will all my good times to Ethel Bur¬ roughs. I, Myron Born, will my dark misplaced eyebrow to Joy Hammon. I, Lester Davis, will my snare drums to Doris Reeves. I, Fred Hepp, will to Ethel Petrie, my good grades in Physics. I, George Nomanson, will my good disposition to Harold Sanger. Signed: The Seniors of ’21

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attempts to catch whales in Cedar Lake, and also telling of wild chickens and mud turtles, which live near his home.” After leaving here, I was amazed to see a large sign board signifying that Myron Born, the Worlds Champion Basketball player was now a player on Yale’s team. I resolved to go and see Mike use his fists, again. Then slowly walking homeward, thinking of my friends’ different fortunes, I was suddenly startled by a cry of “Help the Blind, Madam !” As I turned to view the blind man, he cried, “Why, Ethel, I didn’t know you!” “Well,” I said, “Cecil Murr, it won’t do for you to tell me you are blind.” ,• -f “Aw!” said Pete, “I just was trying to get enough dough to take me to some good summer resort.” As I was going on then, after meeting Pete, a car drove up to me and stopped. “Get in and we’ll take you home,” some one cried. I knew who that was. It was no one but Marion Nelson, who as assistant farmerette, was working for the Lowell Society Leader, our former teacher and Class advisor, Marion, was having one of her five afternoons off a week, and was out taking a ride with the chauffeur, George Nomanson, a man well learned in Mechanical things. So I hurried to the car and was speedily driven away. Ethel A. Vinnedge Lament” We hate to leave you dear old L. 11. S., For in your rooms, now, we all must confess We spent in study our happiest years. And now we must leave you with many tears For we have many things before us yet, Unknown things we have neither seen nor met. But we hope and hope as the years go by That our respect for you shall never die And oft may you think of the happy fun Of our cheerful class of old ’21. —Helen Morey

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The CIqlss of 4 21 We Seniors, don’t you know, or so they say, Grow wiser now from day to day. We’re Seniors! such a handy tool, By which the teachers run the school. Four years ago when we came in. They say we raised an awful din; That all the rest stepped back, amazed, While eyes grew large as on us they gazed Then grew we Freshies up so smart, The teachers said we could take part, In all the doings of the year. Then raised there up a mighty sneer, From all the upper classmen near. We’ll say the money tumbled in. For we had to get a great big bin, To hold it! but if we’d have had much less, The banquet wouldn’t have been such a success. So now we Seniors can sit up, For haven’t we won the Victory Cup? We do deserve a place in the sun; So cheer forever, the class of ’21. —E. Vinnedge.