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

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Hey Wait Ace = OA: O stands for ‘‘Only’’ one class like ours, ““No more like this’’ has been writ ’bove the stars. P is for Perfection, which means each of us, We’ll continue to live, when others are dust. Q is for Quartette, which we only possess, Others are good, but this one is best. R is for Robinson, Helen by name, Wherever you find her she’s always the same. S is for Schultz, so young and so fair; In all of her studies she’s always right there. T is for Talent and also for Try, With this combination we’ll always get by. U is for ‘‘us,’’ the class of ’22; Just watch our careers and see what we do. V is for Virgil, who’ll win in the race, But when he takes meals, he always says ‘‘Grace.”’ W is for Westbrook, whom everyone knows, With a smile on her face, wherever she goes. X, Y and Z are last, but not least, May ’22 find ‘‘us”’ also last but not least.

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ory AG Ora f= A is for Arehart, so studious and meek, She studies on Sunday and all through the week. - Bis for Bookkeeping, the mischievous class. If Miss Heck were our teacher we never would pass. C is for Cornwell, the maid so meek, She’s a fair little lass but her voice is so weak. ‘D is for Dash, the girl with red hair, She’s a ‘‘freckle-faced beauty,’’ but Yutch’ll take care. E is for Esther, Hartley’s her name; She rattles away like a through freight train. F is for fate, and fate it will be; If we don’t get to studying our A, B, C’s. . G is for Glenn, the pick of the girls, With his lovely complexion and auburn curls. H is for Hanes, and Hartley and Hobbs, When Daisy Himes powders, she puts on ‘‘Gobbs.’’ Lis for Independence, with which we’re all blest, In our place among classes we lead all the rest. ‘J is for Juanita, with joy we relate, As our class secretary, she surely is great. K is for Kinkaid, Tootie, the vain; And where you find Tootie, you’ll always find Wayne. Lis for Loyalty to country and school, We have for our motto, the Old Golden Rule. M is for Margaret, so tall and so slim, And also for Moore so pleasant and prim. N is for Noble, which applies to our class. In M. C. H. S. we can’t be surpassed. CO

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le ee al, FOr A. JUNIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was in the year 1931. I was walking down the street in a distant city, when a sign in a shop window attracted my attention. On it were printed in large, pola black letters, the following: “FORTUNE TELLING AND CRYSTAL GLOBE LORE.”’ There wa s something facinating in the message that it bore to me, so I decided to go in and have my fortune revealed. I opened the door and a maid attired in oriental robes ushered me into the mystic shrine. I was confronted by the clairvoyant herself, who was seated in front of a huge erystal globe. Her head was inclined over the globe, but as I looked at her, she ap- peared strikingly familiar to me. As I approached she raised her head and ‘‘Great Caesar,’’ to’my surprise who should it be but my old schoolmate, Martha Hanes. We were both dumb-founded for the minute, but at length I gained enough control over my senses to ask her how she ever came to be here in such a position. Then Martha revealed her whole story to me. She said that after she graduated from old M. C. H. S. that she had tried teaching for a while, but finding no attraction in this, and always having a soft spot in her heart for the mystic profession of globe-gazing, had finally established herself in the position in which found her.: After she had finished her story asked her if by chance she ever ran across any of the old class of ’22. . ‘‘Oh, yes,’’ she said, ‘‘I correspond with several, and then I have calls from some of them. Where have you been all this time, that you have lost track of them?’’ she asked. ““Oh,’’ I answered, ‘‘I have travelled far and wide since I left M. C. H. 8. But, tell me about them, it has been so many years since I have seen any of them, that I am getting anxious. To begin with whatever became of our dignified class presi- dent, Margaret Glosser?’’ “‘Margaret,’’ she replied, ‘‘why didn’t you know that she and George are mar- ried and now reside on a sheep ranch in Idaho? They say that Margaret is the pride of the country round, and that George has become a prosperous farmer and rancher, but that they spend too much time at the Hartley Dancing Academy.”’ ‘ The Hartley Dancing Academy?’’ I cried. ‘“‘Why yes, Esther Hartley is the proprietor. She is a modern Irene Castle, but guess who is her assistant instructor.’’ I assured her that I couldn’t guess it in a hundred years. ‘“‘Why,’’ continued Martha, ‘‘the pride of our class, Helen Robinson.’’ She saw the look of abject horror on my face and paused. ““Go ahead,’’ I said, ‘‘I am ready for anything, nothing could surprise me now.’’ “Tt was too bad about Daisy, wasn’t it?’’ spoke up Martha, trying hard to sup- press a tear. ‘““Why, what has happened to Daisy, nothing serious I hope?’’ “Oh, no,’’ replied Martha, ‘‘only she was jilted by Glenn. Kammermeyer and after months of mental suffering she took the vows of the ‘Sisters of the Holy Cross’ and entered a convent, turning her face from the outside world forever.’’ “‘Poor girl,’’ I replied, ‘‘and Daisy always seemed to enjoy life so much.”’ ©)