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

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MRS. ROBBINS SEES THE MOVIES Oh! I bin to Chicago, cackled Mrs. Robbins, a recent visitor of that city, as she stepped through the door of her neighbor, Mrs. Green. Ye hev. VVhy don't ye stay ter home and tend to yer house once in a while, stid uf gaddin' all over the kintry F came the reply of the jealous Mrs. Green, as she pushed a chair toward her guest and dropped into another near-by. Oh! I bin to the city, an' I see'd the most wonderful movin' picture show, Mrs. Robbins went on, taking the offered chair. That movin' pic- ture place is iligint. The fust room we went into was as big as a meetin' house with big marble monuments, only they didn't have no printin' or po'try on 'em like, them in the cemetery back home do. An' thar was a little bald headed man in the funniest little place, whar you git yer ticket, an' I went up to him, an' I told him what he'd orta put on his head to cure that baldness, cause I felt sorry fer him, an' when I did that, Allie, that's my daughter, only since she's went to the city, she calls herself Geraldine-I never did like that name, but when a girl goes to the city, it's all up with purty names like Allie-well, as I was sayin', when I said that to the little bald-headed man, she fell in a swoon, an' some men come an' fetched her to the swellest place, whar thar was couches and the grandest tables an' pur- tiest cheers. Purty soon Allie was well, an' we started to our seats. I went stalking down the ile, proud as a pea cock, an' all of a sudden, a feller in a green suit all kivered with buttons, what Allie called a page, stopped me an' sed that here was my seat. VVell of all the nerve that I'd ever saw exhibted that was the limit. The idea of him tellin' me, Liza Robbins, whar to set. I turned round an' I sez, sez I, 'Now look here! I'm goin' to set whar I please l' But Allie begged me to be quiet, so I set down by her. An' oh! them pictures. They was wonderful, only they did get a little too eXcitin'. One part, thar was one guy shot another feller, an' I jest jumped up in my seat an' yelled, 'Heyl Stop! You villunl'g but it never did no good. An' oh! the grand singin' an' p1ayin'. But I couldn't see why Allie hung onto me so. I wanted to go up in front, whar there was a band, with- out a drum, playin'g cause thar was a man thar playin', who Was my hus- band's bunk mate in The NVar. Allie said he wasn't, but I knew he was. And thar was one feller thar playin' on the biggest fiddle wot I ever sat my two eyes on. 'Pon my honor, it was as big as a door. He couldn't nigh rest it under his chin, but sot it on the floor, an' played it a standin' up. 1923

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FRESHMAN CLASS ROLL Top Row: George Bland, Harold Nash, Wayne James, Wilbur james, Mar- ion Skeels, Charles Hall, Albert Fitzwater, Tommy Montgomery, Earl Tackett. Middle Row: Ward Bartlett, Glenn james, Glen Kirkpatrick, Layton Bate- Man, Roscoe Curl, Mildred Swartz, Helen Swartz, Mabel Amdor, Ruth Howe. Bottom Row, left to right: Mattie Elder, Clarice McGath, Agnes Kirkpat- rick, Georgia Trotter, Mabel Kirkpatrick, Phoebe Markwood, Ruth Wolgemut, Elizabeth Davis, Dorothy Evans, Allie Henniss. 1923

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A long silence followed the last words of the city visitor, for she was too exhausted to go further, and Mrs. Green was so overcome by the ac- count that she could not reply. Finally, Mrs. Robbins rose and silently crossed the floor, but as she went through the door these words were heard: But Mrs. Green, I tell ye them pictures was wonderful. -DOROTHY EVANS. Joie! TRIBUTE TO THE FRESHMAN CLASS Blessings on thee, Freshman class, Each small lad and hearty lass. In the room you verdant glow, But into Sophomores you will grow. You are only fresh in school, Learning how to mind the rule. You must look in vain with pride At higher classmen by your side. Do you not think the color, green, The prettiest that you have seen- Has it not a place alone In the colors that you own- Are you in the least afraid Of the furious classmen's raid? XYe know just what it is to be Shunned and teased by classes three. But wait, dear Freshies, you've a chance, Next year to throw the poisoned lance. VVe hope the words that now we give- VVill with the Freshies ever live Once more we bless the Freshman class, Each small lad and hearty lass, And so we wish you-can you guess? Why this, we wish you all success. fWith apologies to John Greenleaf Whittieizj -RUSSELL CURL, '24. 1923i .