Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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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

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 THE SPIDER VV'FB,” MACOMB HIGH SCHOOL. MACOMB. ILLINOIS iiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Page Twenty-seven course, we were the sympathetic big brother of the freshman. Alas! was something wrong with the sympathy? Surely not, but it didn’t seem to inspire the most friendly spirit that could be imagined. But perhaps it’s just a natural lack of appreciation, characteristic of all Freshmen. Maybe we were guilty of the same thing at one time in our lives. In that same year came the awakening that we really belonged to the High School and that we might take a part, in Athletics and the various other activities. We heard a great deal about school spirit and were wondering where they kept it; why they didn’t give us some, and if they should in what form it would be. A few of our members attended a very exciting basket ball game one evening and being filled with the joy and wonder of it, reported their experience to the rest of us; and we were at the next game. Before the game was over we were involuntarily clapping, screaming, dancing, prancing, yelling and going through all the various antics called forth by the realization that our team was winning. Then came the awakening, and we knew what we had acquired. It was school spirit! And it wasn’t tied up in a box and doled out with the report cards. Oh, no! It was just some dormant thing within us, which when it was aroused kept growing and growing until it received inspiration from things other than athletics. By the end of the year we were considered as a matter of course; and eagerly desired to assume our places in the ranks of the Juniors and let the world know that we were in it. At the beginning of the school year of 1915 we were Juniors in every sense of the word. The inscription, “Senior,” held no pangs for us. The Freshmen and Sophomores were there also, but what cared we? We organized and entered eagerly into the conquest. We were not the quarreling class which never gains anything, nor were we an indivisible unit, but a class joined by the desire to make people sit up and take notice. We had class parties for ourselves, parties for the Seniors and for the football team. Everyone came, everyone enjoyed themselves and waited eagerly for the next invitation. By means of these social activities many of the natural talents of different people were developed. For, beware, when an overlooked star in the firmament was discovered he was dragged forth to display his talent or talents before the critical assemblage of a class party. We soon had quite a constellation which has rapidly increased until now it includes everything from a Paderewsky to a Harrison Fisher through a Schumann-Heink, Daniel Webster and Don Juan. The most notable feature of the year was the banquet which we gave to