Madisonville High School - Maroon Yearbook (Madisonville, KY)

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Charles Ezell bequeaths his handsomeness to Harold Cordicr, but hopes he will have as great a success in charming the “fairer sex” as he has had. James Henry leaves his argumentative disposition (in any subject dis- cussed) to Cecil Clayton, to use when his present supply is exhausted. John A. Hodge, realizing that something must be left, decides to leave his well broken Virgel pony to be sold to the highest bidder in the class of ’21. The proceeds of the sale to be used for the erection of a new High School building. Jennie Houston donates her extensive vocabulary and literary ability to Hopewll Thompson, hoping the burden of using them will not prove too much for his fiail constitution. Gordon Johnson leaves his school spirit and love for athletics to the Class of ’20, with the instructions that it be used every day. Shelley McKinsey bequeathes her humor and happy disposition to Eunice Denton, trusting that by using them her burdens and worries may be light- ened. Edith Patterson wills her sugar-coated remai-ks, with which she so charms her hearers, to Agnes McGary, trusting that she can fell as as many would-be suitors with a word, as she did. William Russell leaves his regular attendance to John Burton, trusting that he knows how to use it. Susie Scott bequeaths her studious ways and quiet dignified manners to Doodles Heltsley, knowing his desperate need for both. Lawrence Stanley, after many sleepless nights spent in thought, has de- cided to leave his total indifference to the “fairer sex” in genei-al, to be equally dividd between Ruby Weir and James Arnold. Lastly, we hereby name as executrix of this, our last will and testament, Miss Joiner, asking her to use great effort and exhaust every means so that these, our last requests, may be faithfully fulfilled. In witness whereof, we hereunto set our hand and seal on this first day of May, one thousand nine hundred and nineteen. Our mark (X) CLASS OF ’19. By Odosca Davis. Page Sixteen.

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(Elinis Will Wf, the Class ot' 1919 of Madisonville High School, City of Madisonville, county of Hopkins, state of Kentucky, having reached the age of four year ! being of sound and disposing mind, feel that it behooves us to settle out our worn-out possessions on the undeserving unfortunates, who are doomed to inhabit this domicile after their illustrious predecessors have vacated. In short, we are about to give up the ghost, and we do not wish any wrangling M. H. S. students to fight over the provisions of this, our last will and testa- ment. Firstly. As the Class of ’19, we direct that our memory be preserved with all due respect in regard to our inspiring nature, high standing and re- nowned dignity. Secondly. To the Freshmen, we leave our genius for getting into trouble, and we sincerely hope that they will profit by our experiences. Thirdly. To the Class of ’20, we will our worn, battered English note hooks, which we guarantee will carry them safely through examinations. Fourthly. As a class, we leave our conceit and desires for high ambitions to the Sophomore, whom we hope will shine with as much brilliancy as we when they become Seniors. Fifthly. We leave to our beloved faculty and respected pricipal deep appreciation of their kindness and patience given us in our deficiencies and short comings. Sixthly. We request that our long treasured individual possessions be distributed to our chosen heirs in. manner following: Cassie Browning leaves her ability to curl her hair over the tea-kettle to Minerva Gordon, but hopes that she will not have such disastrous results. Bessie Castleberry wishes to donate her power of charming, vanity and love for the sea, to Mary Thomson, and hopes that she will use them as suc- cessfully as she did. Opal Cox bequeaths her ability to handle money, without suffering any personal loss, to Cassie Shadrick. I, Odosca Davis, wish to leave my maidenly blushes to Grace Barnhill, and also my surplus flash to Dorothy Offett. Ruby Downey donates her love for trigonometry to anyone who is fool- ish enough to take it. Rage Fifteen.

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(Class yniyhmj One lovely spring day 1 wandered into a verdant meadow where a quiet stream rippled beneath a big oak tree. I seated myself at the foot of the tree and closed my eyes. In a few moments 1 was surprised to see a dainty little fairy come tripping toward me, waving a wand and smiling cheerilv. I en- deavored to rise but she motioned me to sit still and in a few moments I saw that without effort on my part, we were being speedily carried through the air. Something flew loudly past me and the fairy murmured low, “Behold.” I gazed with great astonishment, for guiding an enormous aeroplane was my old classmate, James Henry. “You see,” said the fairy, “he was never con- tent with what pleased other people; his daring spirit went far beyond and he has become a world-famous aviator.” Dumb with astonishment, I gazed steadily before me. The scene was changing and gradually we hovered over a great sanitarium. Below, pacing a lovely path with nervous energy, I saw a face that once had been the pride of her classmates, inded it was that of Edith Patterson. The fairy said, “Long did she study; she finally took all the college degrees in the country, and worn out at last there was nothing left for her to do but come here and rest.” { Stricken with grief at this sad sight I was soon to witness a scene which was the exact opposite of this. A gay ball-room filled with charming people greeted my eye and at the head of the receiving line stood a tall dignified figure which 1 instantly identified as Bessie Castleberry. Ever a lover of society, she played her part well here and was admirably suited to it. From here we went to a quiet country town, where we paused over a lovely bungalow. Over it hovered the peace that a true home maker gives her home and within. I heard a sweet voice singing. Presently the singing ceased and the owner of the voice came into the yard. It was Odosca Davis and I remembered this was the fortune predicted for her long ago by her English teacher. Then the unseen hand guided us over a large business house. Looking through the manager’s window I see a tall young man, successfully selling a large bill of goods. As he leaves the building one fellow says of him, “He always gets the orders,” and then I see that it is our old friend, John Albert Hodge. Page Seventeen.