Mansfield High School - Crimson Spotlight Yearbook (Mansfield, IL)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL VVe, the Class of l923, of the Mansfield Community High School, in the city of Mansfield, in the state of Illinois, in perfect health and memory, do make and ordain this our last will and testament. First-VVe, the entire class, do hereby give and bequeath unto the Juniors the right to run the affairs of Mansfield Community High School. Second-VVe, the entire class, do hereby give and bequeath unto the Fac- ulty the right to place students in our seats in the new assembly, pro- viding they give said seats to such persons as deserve the honor. 'l'hird-VVe, the entire class, do hereby give and bequeath unto the other classmen our knowledge and dignity. Fourth-To Miss Robley, we give the sole right to use Maxim silencers in her Civics class. Fifth-To the poor Freshmen, we leave Raymond's gift of bluffing in hope that it may keep one of them from writing an algebra exam. Sixth-To Earl Tackett, we leave Raymond's position as official score keep- er and water boy for the basketball team. Seventh-To VVard Bartlett, we leave Cleo's freckles. hoping that he may find a place for them. Eighth-To Florence Dunbar, we leave the Senior girls' ability to play bas- ketball. Ninth--To Carl Reardon, we leave l-larold's running ability, hoping that it will serve him a good turn, should he be forced to leave the vicinity of Mansheld on short notice. 'l'enth--To Elsie Swartz, we leave Dorotha's independent ways. Eleventh---To Eva Swartz, we leave Mary's social popularity. Twelfth--'l'o Charles Slater and Clair Kokensparger, we leave Raymond's and l-larold's quiet and orderly ways during school hours. In witness whereof, ive. the Senior class of '23, do this day set hereunto our seal and signature. e -sENIoR CLASS '23, S 1 9 2 3

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY On a certain balmy day in September 1919, a much bewildered group of fourteen boys and girls entered the realm of old M. H. S. At last, we had reached one goal in our journey through school,-we were Freshmen, show- ing all the traits that the name implies. Under the watchful eyes of upper classmen and instructors we wee, timorous ones recited, with knees knock- ing together and with voices trembling. As soon as we became more ac- customed to our new surroundings, we elected Mary Bartlett, president, we chose blue and White for our colors, and the symbolical flower, the forget- me-not, for our flower. It was during this year that our superintendent, Mr. Loyd Cohn, died and C. C. Covey took his place. The most thrilling event of the year was our initiation, which the Juniors administered. The next fall we returned not to M. H. S., but to M. C. H. S., for our high school had been made a community one. We were fewer in number, because six members-Harold Bartlett, Chester Stevens. Fred Carmichael, Ferne Vkfatkins, Clifford Wack, and Willard James had decided to go no further. However, we gained one member, Raymond Davidson, who had been our classmate when we were in the lower grades. As Sophomores, we were not so very meek and verdant, and we acquired a great deal of knowledge of Geometry and Caesar, under the supervision of Miss Strass- burger and Miss Pricer. VVith our reputation established as worthy of be- ing a class of M. C. H. S., we finished our second year of high school. and passed into another year of events. Next, we were Juniors-with the one event in sight-the Junior-Sem ior banquet. How eagerly. yet anxiously, we waited for the spring of '22'l After much effort on our part, we finally were ready for the night of all nights. Mr. and Mrs. l.. J. Cope kindly allowed us to use their home for our banquet hall. The affair was not exactly gorgeous ,but just pleasing to the eyes, as well as to the taste. This year we lost three of our members: Mary Hubbard, Zelda Ray, and Sophia Hendricks. It was with bounding hearts that we passed into the Senior class under the leadership of Harold Powell, our Senior president. Our greatest achieve- ment this year was the help we gave in publishing the Annual, of which you may be the judge. As time for graduation draws near, we wish to extend our thanks to the Faculty, who have always aided us in our difficulties, and to the Board of Education, who have made possible this new building, and to entreat the other classes to cherish the name of Senior, as we have done. NVith these last thoughts. we bid farewell to M. C. H. S. iw -Cleo F. Skeels. 1923

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SENIOR PROPHECY fVVritten in 1930.5 It has been said that there are three ways of spreading news- tele- graph, tele-phone, and tell-a-woman, but now we have a method which de- feats even the woman-the radio. Being interested in this invention, I vis- ited a broadcasting station, while I was visiting in one of our large cities sev- eral weeks ago. As soon as I entered the office, I noticed a very capable- looking young man whom 1 readily recognized as Harold Powell. He was still the same busy person that he was during high school days, but for old time's sake he took a few moments of his valuable time to talk with me. He said he had discovered in his experience with the Emceaichess that manag- ing some great concern was his work, so that accounted for his being the manager of the station there. Wfith a sly smile, which you, who had known him in M. C. H. S. would have been pleased to see again, he added that since Mary Bartlett had so ably assisted him with his former work, he had felt unable to accomplish much without her, so our high school coquette had be- come his assistant for life-please break this news gently to Clark Dickson and Charles Slater. Harold then said that I might be glad to hear that Raymond Davidson furnished some of the entertainment which he broadcasted. I eagerly in- quired what Raymond was doing, and his old classmate, now his employer, told me with great pride that his high school partner was now one of the most popular ministers in that part of the country. His style, Harold con- tinued, was so breezy and yet forceful that he could hold his audience spell- bound for hours. I was hoping that I could hear the stirring voice of my old friend, and Harold seemed to read my thoughts, for he said then that Ray- mond was on his vacation and he thought that Rev. Davidson was visiting in Mansfield, for he was still greatly interested in a few people there. I thought probably I-Iarold's word few was, in the sense he used it, a syn- onym for one, just then The Manager was called away so I settled myself to listen to the program, which was just ready to begin. Who was the first to ap- pear but Cleo Skeels. telling bedtime stories. VVhat a treat it is for the children of our land to lie in their downy beds and be lulled to sleep by the soft sweet voice of this talented story teller! It was only 8:30 p. ni., but after the story was finished, I felt so soothed that I felt like falling asleep, too. But now that I had been so fortunate as to gather information concern- ing all the members of the Class of '23 except Dorotha, I could not sleep until I had asked,Cleo whether she knew what had become of Dot Gordon. Slipping quietly out of the room as Cleo left the stage, I followed her into the office where she was chatting with Mary. In answer to my inquiry, Cleo answered that Dorotha had chosen a domestic career and could be found on 1923