Maroa Forsyth High School - Trojanaire / Maronois Yearbook (Maroa, IL)

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kindly as evei . And when he raised his ‘orbs’ in final prayer, I knew that it w as our long lost Captain Beck. “When | returned from Kgypt I went to Washington to plead for the suffragettes, While waiting the President’s appearance a grand lady swept into the room, and as she turned I recognized the sunny smile of another classmate, Minnie Tozer, who was then the first lady of the land and the wife of President Charles Clark. ‘’One day as I was dining in the Mt. Alpine Hotel in New York City, I heard two waiters discussing their domestic afflictions. One exclaimed, ‘That new cook from Maroa can’t even fry steak’ Im- mediately I turned and asked of whom they were speaking and was told that Marie Brown, the proud graduate of 1915, was now a cook.”’ Upon further inquiry from St. Peter and myself, the newly-made saint informed us that Helen Buek had now grown tall, was the travel- ing companion of Madam Lazelle, and at that time was taking a grand trip to Clinton; and that Helen Crum was training the little Chinese children in Peking, China, to be future pupils of M. H. S. All three of us said we hoped that some day the two foreign mis- sionaries would chance to find each other and decide to join hearts and hands and together journey through life. ala Coe (+s) £2

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—— go—= —t orf DRASEE ig) i Junior Class Prophecy ht hand of St. Peter, the keeper of the Pate ‘ ’ ad Z Of at the mg icants for admission to ‘‘th, Seated at ate the various applicants i determined k a naps Heaven, sa ade I we were startled by aver, os nock at the . ro 11 Ms hunting grot Poe. Peter, let me in at once; I have had a long and Hresome “Saint Peter, : 1 T want my white robe and wings and harp so that | may fanrneyv alc Wa : xa journey ere ke oala: - place with the ang take my place oan ] Oe t ‘Not so fast,’’ answered St. Peter, jangling his keys. t must get 4 a ) s oo ‘ ‘ ‘ gn ; 1 Qe . ’ bee and see what sins you have committed upon earth, my rec é S€ é ; iG | By this time I could just get a glimpse of the applicant and by hey stern ‘blue eyes and commanding voles ; recognized the girl, who was ] » 4 . P om “ ie : one Ruth Shields, our star Latin translator “Oh!”’ said St. Peter thoughtfully, “I see that in 1914 you Stole Rachel Crum’s pencil in English III and IV class; vou allowed one of the Senior boys to put his arm around you in the hall of the High School. That would have been all right if you hadn’t allowed your- self to be seen by the innocent eighth graders. Then in 1915, after your graduation, you married one who expected you to become a model housewife; instead you became a militant suffragette, giving long dis. courses on cracker boxes and feeding your poor husband cucumbers and tin-ean sardines. We have made it a rule that no suffragette may enter, so I fear, my dear madam, that you will have to seek elsewhere for your robe and wings.’’ “Oh, good St. Peter! please let her in; 1915 and T am eagerly seeking for mates,’’ | interrupted, St. Peter paused thoug aving a word he opened t] she belongs to the class of information concerning my class- htfully for a few moments and then without le great gates and let her in. thankful to t all the oth Ruth, being very she would tell ys abou ters, she began: While ; : ,; Beypt a a Pankhurst anc I were traveling in the wilds of OWing robes for éh nee the Egyptian ladies to change their veils ani on a Crowd of barh ee eae Masculine attire of suffragettes, I came up- strangely familiar. Be istening to a foreign missionary, who seeme used to Wear) | thought 7 “dirty shirt necktie’? (the same that BF grown long, fop Ravens ,ecognized Otto Beckhart. His beard nae . 5. S hav : : “a as | lave no safety razors, but his eves wer me for speaking in her favor, said ers. After surveying her new qual- a ed neo '? “I sl ln

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| | | Junior Class Poem ‘‘We Are Seven.’’ Here’s to the class of 1915— Six jolly lassies and one forlorn lad, ee : ; ‘ - s bright a class as ever Was seen pitnin Ing the campus or Running or Jumping on pus green, What do we eare if our class is small] And the finger of scorn is pointed by all. The Seniors for vanity can’t be beat, But the Juniors will get there without cold feet, Jennie Vaughn in Latin is fine And with her lesson always on time, Unless perchance by a ‘‘ Webb”? is eaught, And then her lessons stand for naught. What is to be done with Marie Brown When her favorite Earl’s no longer in town? She’ll probably mourn and look for another, For of course to her it will be no bother. Our mischief maker is Otto B., Vho wears pink socks and is fond of tea. And now as he’s our only man, All the girls will for him stand. Then Minnie Tozer, whom Wwe now claim, For all her mischief is not to blame; Her black eyes flash both fire and fun, And she’s the friend of a Clinton man’s son. Helen Buck, who’s fickle of heart, in the Junior class plays her part: ‘| she always hated history blue one ‘onged. for the time when she’d be through. Ruth Shi Shields, who’s Irish, you ree. sh ey Cyes of blue; ae , And hes to watch the fal] of snow am of one whose heart is true.