Manlius High School - Mirror Devil Yearbook (Manlius, IL)

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CThe Alarm quantity of this class is not great but the quality is very good and they will soon depart from this path with flying colors. Throughout this short but tedious journey, the class has not been without help; to the faculty a great amount of credit is to be given for the good things they have accomplished, both for themselves and for others. Mr. Perry, especially, has been a very great help to the class; he has acted as their advisor through all four years and has solved their problems, helped them over difficulties, and has not deserted them in their times of trouble. After the class of '26 has left this path they will soon be forgotten, but surely, they will always recall, with pleasant memories, the days of their travels up the path of Manlius High School . —C. F. L. In l]ears to Come M. H. S. our dear old school Sweet memories linger 'round you; Of all we said and did when there— Oh! little we had of sorrow and care. Those dear old days have passed away. When our hearts were light both in work and play; Now is the time when we wish and wish We were back again in M. H. S. Then was when our hearts were glad, Tho’ we often tho't that we were sad; And we tho’t if only school would cease It surely would be a great relief. But now we see it in a different light; We see that we were not always right. The happiest days of our life I guess Were the days we spent in M. H. S. —C. L. Clifford Jensen—“Dad, can you sign your name with your eyes shut? Dad—“Certainly. Clifford— Well shut you eyes and sign my report card. Hazel— Oh, 1 think they're going to ask me to sing. What shall I do? Ruby— Go ahead and sing. They’ll have to take the blame. Page Twenty-one

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CThe Alarm Senior Class History FOUR YEARS AGO a group of twenty pupils were suddenly brought together as they journeyed up the path of learning. Now they must enter a new path at the head of which was a sign reading, “Manlius High School . The grade had suddenly become steeper but this group of travelers proved themselves equal to it. There were others traveling in this path who did not seem to have a very good opinion of the newcomers. But they soon saw what a wonderful group of people they were and began to show a respect for their talents. Of course, my dear readers, you have guessed that this was the class of '26. This was a strange path to them and they were unused to the new methods of travel; but they were a progressive group of people and were not slow in picking up new ideas. As was usual with classes beginning in this path, they organized themselves and selected a class motto, a class flower, and class colors. For their colors they selected light blue, dark blue, and gold and for their flower they selected the white rose. This was a class possessing original thinking so instead of following the examples of older classes by selecting an English motto they selected a Latin one—“Nee Pluribus Impar , or A Match for All”. As was usual the Sophomores gave a party to the Freshmen, which the Freshmen returned. Both parties were enjoyed by all present. During the second year, of course, it was their duty to give the Freshmen a party and everyone admitted that it was a real party. During both the first and second years this group of people were making a scholastic record that made others sit up and take notice. The third year was probably the most eventful year of their travels. The class again showed its originality by giving their play during the first semester instead of at the end of the year as other classes had done. This class of '26 was the first to give a royalty play and more money was taken in than at any other play previously given in Manlius High. Some of the members also entered the speaking contest and two members of the class (Gladys O. Johnson and Arthur Neahring) were selected to go to the contest at Mineral. Miss Williams was the director of these activities and through her efforts the members of the class were advanced, at least a short distance in the arts of speaking and acting. Another feature of the third year was the Junior-Senior banquet. Miss Fields aided the class in planning the banquet and it was served by the Ladies Aid Society in the basement of the Lutheran Church. Both Juniors and Seniors were very well satisfied with the banquet. So our third year ends and our fourth year begins. The class has dwindled, a few dropping out each year—some to attend other schools, some to begin their life work, and some, perhaps, to soon be strolling down the peaceful (?) path of matrimony—until now there are only twelve left. The PaRre Twenty

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cfhe Alarm Senior Class Prophecy I IN THIS YEAR OF 1931 as I look into the crystal globe as it is slowly turning I see the class of '26 as they are today. Some of the faces have remained much the same but in others the lines of care or sorrow have deep ened; their characters have been strengthened by the experiences through which they have passed; some have lost their sunny smile of other years but none of them have lost their look of determination—the determination to overcome all obstacles to gain the goal which they have set before them—which was always a characteristic of the class of '26. I see Hasel Nelson on the stage before an audience of thousands. Perhaps she has learned some of the hard truths which experience teaches all of us, but she goes through her performance with a confident air, gives her audience a sunny smile and disappears from the stage, a prolonged applause following her departure. I next see Cyril Deitz as a prominent business man in New York. His body has taken on a slight fleshiness as a result of heavy meals and lack of exercise, and he sets, with a self-satisfied air, in a large swivel chair, his thumbs tucked under the armholes of his vest as he converses with an employee. With a wave of his hand he dismisses his visitor who bows as to a man of great consequence, and departs. The scene changes, and I see a sick-room. A pale, lean man is lying on the bed and a nurse is bending over him. One would recognize the nurse at once as Bessie Hansen, although her cheeks are pale and there are dark rings under her eyes as a result of sleepless nights. And one can see by her actions about the room that she is a capable nurse and is not doing her work merely for the salary. 1 now see a farm house. Elmer Raabe walks up the walk with a suitcase in his hand, speaks flatteringly to the lady of the house, kisses the baby, gives the dog a pat, and displays his article—a noiseless alarm clock! He soon walks away, having secured one more victim. A small but cozy studio now appears, with a mellow light shining through the skylights. A tall man stands by the piano with a small wand in his hand, directing a young lady in her first vocal attempts. One would hardly recognize in this man, with a long beard and hair that hangs to his shoulders, the Arthur Neahring of our school days. Once more the picture fades and we are introduced into a large court room. The room is packed with crowds breathless, and eager to hear every word. The defendant sits looking toward his lawyer, his face drawn with misery—there seems little hope for him; but his lawyer, a small, excited man, with curly hair and snapping blue eyes (the Russell of our class), stamps his feet, pounds the desk with his fists and even sheds tears, pleading the cause of his client. The audience changes to a small group of society leaders; the judge and + Page Twenty-two