Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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 THE SPIDER WEB. MACOMB HIGH SCHOOL, MACOMB. ILLINOIS .......................................................................... Page Twenty-four DOROTHY MAGUIRE Dot Literary Editor for Annual; Girls’ Glee Club; German Club; Wattonian Lit. Soc. “If she ivill, she will, and if she won t she leon't, and that's an end to it.” OLGA PETERSON Swede Wattonian Lit. Soc.; Senior B. B. Team. “Frequently within my brain I gently think a thought.” GLENN SWITZER Switz” Editor in chief of Annual; Class Poet; Class Play; Boys’ Glee Club; Student Council; Football. '15 and T6; Track. ’15 and T6. “More ability than has been brot to light.” q-'i-l q X

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 THE SPIDER WEB,” MACOMB HIGH SCHOOL, MACOMB, ILLINOIS IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Patce Twenty-six Senior (CUihb (Affirm? President............................Bessie Bayless Vice-President..................Esther Pennington Secretary............................Vera Graham Treasurer...............................Helen Boyce Class Colors—Yellow and White. Class Flower—Yellow Rose. Class Motto—“B natural, B sharp, but never B flat.” Class Advisor—S. W. Norman. (Class liistimj Seniors? es. Dignified? That is too personal a question. Are we as dignified as our predecessors? How can we be as dignified as the Seniors seemed to us when we were Freshmen? Were we not the meekest and most humble group of people that ever entered M. H. S. ? Every morning of the first year we came to school, obediently tex k our places and resumed our work. Painfully conscious of our inferior position and want of years we dared cast only occasional sheepish glances toward that “Holy of Holies”, the Senior side of the room. Life was only misery for us. On every side lurked those terrors of squeaking shoes, literarv programmes and threats of ablutions at the pump, ready to spring upon us with glittering teeth and ravenously clenched claws. In some way most of us survived the first year, although a few succumbed and resigned their position in school life forever. During our Sophomore year we began to be a living class and not merely mechanical objects. Yes, the upper classmen became aware of our presence; and most wonderful of all, at times even spoke to us in the hall. Of