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

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Alarm would never do it again so the judge, Marjorie Swanson, released her. Doris Olson, blushing the new Chanel red, grasped the offending article from under Helen’s arm and tore it to—smithereens, shouting “Sic Semper Tyrannus,” which because of bur superior knowledge, having taken Latin, we could translate, It won’t be long now.” Suddenly there was a big commotion in the back of the room and rushing to the scene of action the crowd beheld their old friend Nellie Hartz, who had become oppressed by the monotony and had decided to liven things up, by dancing the Black Bottom to her own accompaniment played on a Jew's harp. Just at the time, when every thing looked fine, in walked Ruby Mott, dragging Lola Mae Hunt, who had attempted to rob her of her expensive pearls which had been presented to her by an admiring friend from Illinois Wesleyan College. Kenneth was escorted to the stand by Glenn and Ruby. Mr. and Mrs. Clinton (formerly Marie Elliott) were the sole witnesses, and of course Mr. Clinton was against Kenneth, but Mrs. Clinton felt sorry for her beloved class mate and as a result, Kenneth was pronounced “Not Guilty. The court session was over and Mr. and Mrs. Clinton took all their old friends to their Delicatessen Shop, where they were served a perfectly scrumptious lunch. To be sure these class mates had learned the fate of each other in an unusual way. —L. M. P., ’27 Viola J:— The Charleston becomes rather monotonous, don’t you think? ” Orville:— Well try jumping on the other foot awhile. Violet A.:—“Are you the great animal painter? Clyde, (the artist):—“Yes, did you wish to sit for a portrait? Doctor:— Now take a deep breath and say nine three times. George, (after inhaling) :— Twenty-seven.” Woody:— I'm sure Oliver would kiss you if I weren’t here. Doris O.:— You impertinent thing! Leave the room at once! Helena:—“You men are all alike. Alden:— Then why do you women want three or four?” “I never feed tramps,” Eunice informed the wanderer. “1 ain’t askin' yer to, lady. Jist give me the grub and I’ll feed myself. Page Nineteen

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illu' Alarm Senior Class Prophecy BANG! A brick-bat sailed through a plate glass window on which was the sign, Clinton’s Delicatessen Shop. The man who threw the brick-bat was running down the street just barely out of sight. As he dodged behind a lamp post he was seized by a policeman. The policeman discovered that the criminal was no other than Kenneth Blackmer and, at the same time the convict recognized the policeman as Glenn Swan. There they stood, face to face, two former class mates. What was He to do? The voice of duty beat strong in his ears, but he made a quick decision and taking a firm hold on the collar of Kenneth, hustled him off to the police station. There he was brought face to face with the Chief of Police, who was none other than Ruby Adams. In a cold, stern, impersonal voice she said that he was to be taken to court. In the twinkling of an eye a patrol wagon came dashing up to the door driven by Marguerite Raabe. Ah! the pity that these former class mates should take up arms against their friend. Clanging through the streets of the city, he was taken to the court house. As they mounted the steps to the door they were approached by Claretta Lathrop with a sad expression on her humble face. Her bonnet was drawn down bewitchingly over her black tresses while her merry blue eyes twinkled dazzingly from under the brim of her bonnet. Say, kid, will yuh give me some money for the pore starvin' brats over in Noo Yawk? Say, you ain’t got no gum, have yuh?” With a sharp No, we haven’t, the procession moved on. Who would think they would turn down a sweetheart of their former days in such a manner. They entered the door of the building but they were forced to wait because Elva McKune was just being granted her thirteenth divorce from the man she had once loved, Orville Thompson. Ah! Ah! the world is full of contrasts. We would have little thought she would have treated him in such a manner. While they were waiting they heard sweet strains of music from the street. Upon looking they beheld an organ-grinder, whom they recognized as Gwendolyn Czech. In a few minutes Clara Heurlin came along. Wow! What a fight! This was certainly a surprise to us. Martha Johnson got tired waiting around until her beau at Thomas got a marriage license, and as she had succeeded in getting him to propose some time ago, and he had delayed getting it, she was attending to the matter herself. While they were waiting Helen Edlefson was brought into court for wearing a bathing suit which shocked the modesty of the public on the beach of Lake Michigan. Helen!! We are ashamed of you. Helen promised that she Pago Eighteen

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S ............ Shr Alarm—=...... ■—qg Senior Class History NOT SO LONG ago on a bright day in the fall of 1923, forty-three new freshmen entered Manlius Township High School. At first we were a little shy, but we soon overcame this defect. During the earlier part of the year we organized our class. Miss McMorris was elected class adviser, Eleanor Jenkins president, Lois Pierson, vice-president and Marguerite Raabe, secretary and treasurer. During this year we lost three of our members. As Freshmen we took an active part in the Literary programs. At the beginning of our Sophomore year, a number of our happy group deserted us. We chose Claretta Lathrop as president of our class, Orville Thompson, vice president and Ruby Adams, secretary and treasurer. During this year, the boys took part in athletics, while the girls were given credit for glee club work. In our Junior year, we showed our skill as hosts and hostesses, by entertaining the Seniors at at Junior-Senior Banquet. Our class play, “The Charm School,” was a great success and displayed our dramatic talents to the public. Thus the end of our Junior year came, but with the satisfaction of having done our work well, and preparing to bear the burden which would soon be thrust upon our shoulders as Seniors. Our class president was Helen Edlefson. Our Senior year having arrived, we found it to be the busiest year of all, editing The Alarm, putting on our class play, writing our theses and performing the many other duties of a Senior. Miss McMorris having left us at the end of our Junior year, we chose Miss Benson as our class adviser. The class officers were Orville Thompson, president; Gwendolyn Czech, vice-president and Lola Mae Hunt, Secretary and Treasurer. Soon our High School days will be over and our thoughts instead of drifting toward the goal which we were working for, will drift forward to a greater and better goal. —M. J.f ’27 Lola Mae:— I think every kiss a girl gets makes her an hour younger. Ruby A.:—“Goodness! Then 1 don't think I’m born yet. Professor French:—“1 heard Miss Mitchell called you a block-head yesterday.” Bill Dabler:—“Well not exactly. She just said, ‘Put on your cap, here comes a wood-pecker.’ Glenn Durham:— Our family's a good deal more aristocratic than yours. We have fore-fathers, we have. Johnny:— That’s nothing, my mother's had four husbands. Pago Twenty