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

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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

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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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