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

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— = a ——— CLASS WILL 1933 We the Senior Class of Maroa Community High School, being of sound and disposing mind, of legal age, and not act- ing under duress, menace, fraud or the undue influence of any person whomsoever, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament, in manner and form of the following: We, the Seniors of 1933 hereby will the Juniors our serious- ness hoping that it will aid them next year, We, the Seniors leave the Sophomores our jokes that never grow old, We, the Seniors leave the Freshmen our dignity and steadi- ness so that some day they may be Seniors. Furthermore, knowing that we should not be selfish with this world's goods, we bestow the following personal belong- ings upon those who are to assume our responsibilities in the succeeding years: I, Bruce Atkins icave my feet to Charles Milnes which I hope will aid him in being more graceful. I, Bob Austin bequeath my conceit to Dale Redmon; Mac says that she would like me better without it. I, kreddonna Brenning leave my smile to Lois Westerman, noping that it will catch her some boy, I, Helen Bourne bequeath my ability to wave 12 girls’ hair por day to Isabel Ferrill, that she may increase her ability to perfection, Mears, I, Evelyn Bales leave to Wilma Shoemaker my ability to carry a tune without a bucket. I, Franklin Caplinger bequeath my drawing ability to my cousin, Freck Smart, and hope that it helps him out of school. I, Tim Crouch leave to Junior Waller my hitch hiking thumb so that he can go to Clinton for his ditcs. I, Evelyn Dash leave my coyness to my sister, providing she uses it to best possible advantage. I, Grace Cooper will my ability of slow spsech to Harriett Bunner, hoping this will make students of M. C. H. S. next vear happy. I, Maxine Groves leave my sraall mouth to Junior aller so it will add feet to his smile. I, Donald Hayden leave my clectrical knowlcdge to Hugh Pulliam so that he can carry on my work with Mr. Keyes. I, Fay Hildebrand leave my line to Jack Troxell. (WARN- ING) Don't use it on Jeanette. I, Virginia Lyons bequeath my love for peanut butter sandwiches to Mr. Keyes, hoping that he will not over-cat. I, Don McKinley leave to George Stein my hammer end nails so that he can take care of the stage himself next year. I, Evelyn McKinley bequeath to John Meador my ability to play a violin, knowing he likes to fiddle around, I, Eloise McKinley leave to Hattie Haliski my ability to drive a car. She needs it. I, William Meils will my popularity with the girls of M. C. H. S. to Kenneth Ferrill. I, Doris Pride bequeath my quick temper to Ikey Lucken- bill to overcome the disadvantage of his small size. I, Mildred Hobkirk leave my dancing ability to Kathryn Miller. I, Marcella Higdon leave my big eyes to Mary Lovise Coulter, which I hope will aid her in flirting, I, Harold Groce will my knowledge of Algebra II to some bright student of next year’s class, Be sure he is a bright one. I, John Kirby leave my ability to collect dues to next year’s Hi-Y Treasurer. I, John Foulke bequeath my trick of turning corners on two instead of four wheels to Ralph Haines. I, Gerald Langrand leave my liking to walk to Jack Pul- liam, hoping it will reduce him. ar . I, Berna Braden bequeath my dainty walk to Bonnic I, Curtis Morgan leave to Donald Cade my fighting ability; it will help if he returns to the Peacock. I, Mary Pennypacker leave my habit of fighting on the basketball floor to Mary Alice McGuire. I, James Sterling leave my ability to play the baritone to Twain Fort; he has the wind to blow it. I, Martha Stimmel leave to Alice Jeanette Parker my book on “Leap Year Proposals.” I, Willis Spicer leave to George Lienhart the title of ‘The Woman Hater.” I, Ernest Shields bequeath to some deserving member of next year’s typing class my ability to type a fifteen minute speed test with only thirty errors and five words per minute. I, Margaret Thrift will John Sterling my height. Cheer up, it’s the little things that count. I, Lyle Tozer leave my poetic instinct and athletic ability to Ross Wikoff. I, Caroline Leach will my date book to Maymelen Gallagh- er; there is plenty of room in it yet. oer I, Ma:y Liming bequeath my steadiness to Larkin Fishel so that some day he may be a senior. I, John Ward leave to Red Riley my knowledge of automo- biles so that it may help him through Physics next year. I, Walter Wheeler leave to the Senior Treasurer next year my job,—there’s no money in it. We hereby appoint Mr. F. B. Norton executor of this, our last will and testament. IN WITNESS WHERCOF, we have hereunto set our hand and seal this twentieth day of March, in the year of our Lord Nineteen hundred and thrity-three. CLASS OF 1933. MAXINE GROVES, GLCORGE R. AUSTIN, Attorneys. Hotcha and Hotchatter “Did you know Berna Braden has pink tooth brush ?”’ “Your mistake. It’s just her lipstick.” DREAMING? PERHAPS As I sit here in the library, I am conscious of many a contrary thought, quite a few imaginaries; quite many more, mere vagaries; but list you while I place down here, some thoughts I have, in my library chair. I think of time; what is it? It’s very uncanny to say the least. For time flies by: Day and Night, on its far flung, extra ordinary flight. Today I’m here; tomorrow I'm gone. What good will I be, if I do wrong? I become more practical, my mind, still wanders, but in a less blind, erratic way. What is death; what is life? Do you think life should be struggle and strife? I'll answer this for you: It certainly should not. Peace, freedom, bounty, and health, should be your lot. BILL MEILS. On Monday Morn— I had a marvelous time—divine!!” — “Such a darlin’’— too cute for words’—- ‘and he drives a Rolls Royeo —“such a chummy little thing’—‘not until after mid- night-—-and was I sleepy —‘“Oh-we had a grand time’—What was the question, Mr. Menke?

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WELCOME Brother and Sister, Students, Mothers and fathers, mem- bers of the board, teachers and friends, we the class of nine- teen thirty-three heartily welcome you to our class night, so- called because it is our first appearance as a class. This is perhaps the first time that most of you have seen us together, a8 a class, 48 you see us here tonight and for some of you it will be the last opportunity you will have to see us. For four years now we have been working toward this end. Working toward the day when we could be before you as a class on this platform. Working and striving toward the day when we could graduate from and begin a somewhat different life, perhaps, outside Maroa Community High School. . We are happy to know that so many of you were interest- ed in seeing and being with us tonight, a night that we shall all of us always cherish in our memories. Class night is one of the happiest and most cherished nights o. a graduate’s life, and we are more than glad to fhare it and our happiness with you. We are gathered here tonight, not to show our grief in leaving our old high school, but although we are grieved in leaving, we are here to spend an evening of happiness. We are trusting that you will join in our evening whole-heartedly, and are hoping that you will remember this evening, perhaps, half as long as we will, We hope that you enjoy the program we have planned for you this evening and trust that you will bear with us through it all, considering that this is our first appearance as a class. Words cannot tell the feelings that are deep in the heart of each of this group this evening. They could not half tell the happiness that is ours. Nor could words express the grate- fulness we feel in having been able to reach this goal. I would like now, in behalf ot my class, to thank all and each of you who have in any way made it possible for us to gradu- ate from Maroa Community High School. Our parents and guardians, who have sacrificed things they desired that WE might go on, our teachers, who have so patiently and faithfully given their aid throughout our high echool years, our board of directors, who have so carefully done their work, our community, who made it possible that we could complete our course in this beautiful building, we thank you. We wigh to thank Mr, Menke individually, who became principal when we were Freshmen, and who has been with us and has faithfully helped us fight our battles throughout four high school years. ; We are hoping that some day all of us will make the best of use of the training and knowledge we have secured, so you who have helped us will not feel that our efforts and yours were al! in vain. We the class of nineteen hundred thirty-three, egain thank you for the opportunities you have given us and welcome you to our class night program. Thank you, -— EVELYN DASH, Salutatorian. Joins Reforestation Corps Donald Hayden was not able to attend Baccaulerate serv- ices, nor will he be able to attend Commencement exericises, as he left Saturday with the second contingent of Macon Coun- ty'’s reforestation group. Donald has signed up for six months and will spend this time on government reforestation projects. Donald was ever industrious, and in these times when many young people are idle, he has found something to do. It is not highly renumerative, but better be doing that than nothing at all. VALEDICTORIAN SPEECH My friends: The happiness which this occasion brings to us, the class of '33, is mingled with deep regret. Regret that our high school days—happy days they have been, are ended. Our high school life has been like the sun’s journey across the sky. On the morn of our high school career we started out with rosy hopes. Our school life stretched out calm and untroubled. But clouds appeared occasionally to dim the sun- chine. Lessons were often difficult and demanded a great deal of preparation. Some of us become discouraged and lag- ged along the way—but most of us worked steadily on, con- quering the obstacles which presented themselves. We start- cd on our high school career with a very definite goal in sight ——that of a diploma and graduation. We—-whom you see be- fore you this evening have cempieted our appointed task and attained that desired goal. To our parents we owe our love and praise for their aid and understanding in helping us to obtain a high school educa- tion. Many parents have denied themselves in order that their boy or girl might be at least moderately well equipped to face life’s problems and maintain a worthwhile plane in the difficult walks of life. We thank the community for the fine building, in which it has been our priviledge to study. We wish to express our gratitude to the teachers for the patience, good will and personai interest which they have dis- p.ayed. To Mr. Menke, our “Skipper” we extend our gratitude, good will and high esteem. During our four years of school- ing he has wisely and nobly performed his duty. He has indeed been a real “Skipper.” And now, dear classmates, we find ourselves here at the cnd of the lane—facing the setting sun of our high school days. Many paths branch out before us. We cannot all choose the came path. Some of us will set out on one—and some an- o.her—-and so our class will dissolve. Never again will we work together again as a class, in a uniform body. The memory of these pleasant school days will linger in our memory for many years—and in the future when we look back to these light-hearted days, 'twil be with a feeling of regret that they are gone. Four years have come—and gone. And now with deep regret we bid farewell to our happy high school days. We know that these years have been full, worthwhile years, which will help us to live sane, controlled and well-balanced lives in the future. Our efforts and the effort of those who have helped us have not been in vain—for These bright days of youth are the seedtime. Every thought of the intellect, every motion of the heart, every word of the tongue, every principle adopted, every act performed, is a seed, whose good or evil fruit will be the bliss or bane of after life. And so—we—the class ot '83—pbid you farewell. -DORIS PRIDE, Valedictorian. Leese Human Sandwich Customer (in drug store)—“A mustard plaster.” Drug Clerk (force of habit)—“We're out of mustard: how about mayonnaise ?” Fa.

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CLASS PRGPRECY There is a question that has been rising in the minds of all the Seniors, as to their future occupations. I remembered Madame Octave's wonderful crystal. She says that some peo- ple, if they go about it in the right way; can look into the crys- tal and see pictures which answer their questions. I have a feel- ing that I have this gift, at any rate I have borrowed her crys- tal, and now I am going to see if it works. Let's see-—first you ask the question: “What will the Grad- uating Class of '33 be doing fifteen years from now? Then you rub your hand over the crystal. There! Why if here isn't Evelyn Dash teaching History in dear old M,C, H. 8. She certainly looks nice in glasses. Gracious! What is this? It looks like a hermit. Why its Franklin Cap- linger and he is living on Salt Creek. Here comes a man and it's till Meils. He must be the game warden who sees after the wild animals. Ileve fs a big cattle ranch and a man is coming toward th» house. He is Bruce Atkins and as he comes nearer his loving wife, Grace Cooper, comes running out to meet him. Love 1S a glorious thing isn’t it? Gee! I see some cowboys riding in the distance, They are nearer now. Why they aren't boys at all. It's Virginia Lyons, Margaret Thrift, and Helen Lourne all dressed up in cowboy togs. They always did like . horses. I can sec Don McKinley in the movies, I always did think those long eyelashes would get him some place. ' And here's Berna Braden and Marcella Higdon re the “Sollios.” They certainly can step. Why what is this? A big contest of some kind. On! It’s Bernest Shields and he has just been proclaimed champion flag-pole sitter of the world. I wonder what Evelyn McKinley is doing with that stick in her hand? Why, now I see, she is directing a symphony orchestra, Why, here’s a stage and in the middle of it is Lyle Tozer with--my goodness—a pair of dancing fleas, famous for both daneing and biting. Is THIS exciting, it’s a horse race and the jockey is Gerald . Here comes the man who must own the horse. Why, it’s Harold Groce, and has he gotten fat? My! This is queer. Looks tike a dense jungle and now I see a brawny man swinging from tree to tree just like a second Tarzan. Well for heaven's sake! If it isn't Curtis Morgan. What a blow for the women! Speaking of women, you should see this chorus of Hawaiian girls, Skinny Austin makes a fine director, too, I see a school room full of small children” ‘and doesn't Moevtha Stimmel make a fine teacher? i Hore is a large building of some kind, It says Orphan's }tome, but what is Caroline Leach doing in the Superintendent's otice? I guess she enjoys her job as she looks happy. Vhy, this looks like the White House and who do I see coming down the broad walk but the President, Tim Crouch. Mary Liming, his secretary, is not far away, What a wild country. It must be Siberia and if Maxine Groves and John Ward aren't converting the natives to Chris- Canity! This IS a surprise! Oh Gosh! Here's a big circus, My, but that girl feeding the clephants looks familiar. No wonder—it's ME. What a htow to my high hopes. What a football game and if that coach isn't Fay Hilde- brand, I'm a sea-fish. He's in his glory from the look on his face, I see Walter Wheeler looking through the bars on a win- dow. No, he isn't in jail. He is clerk in a bank. Gee! This must be the Aragon. Jimmy Sterling is certain- ly a fine orchestra leader. A)most as good as Ben Bernie. 1 see Donald Hayden working on a table on some sort of invention. Ah! He has it perfected. It is a wrist radio. Now, I see a ship saiuing across the ocean and if the cap- tain isn’t Willis Spicer. This must be Paris and look at the crowd at the air port. Mildred has just made a Trans-Atlantic flight. She always was air-minded. Doris Pride is certainly a wonderful fashion designer. I see her shop in Paris filled with well-dressed women. I do be- lieve one is Freddonna Brenning, who is now Countess Lazelle. Mary Pennypacker is also in Paris. I can see her as prop- rietor of a beauty salon. Now the scene shifts suddenly, and I see a large church. The man preaching certainly looks familiar. Why, it’s John Foulke and how he is saving souls. I can hardly believe my eyes. Splash! Was that ever a swell dive! Eloise McKinley, the woman champion diver of the world just made a double flip from a twenty-foot board. Gee! This IS funny. You could never guess what I see. Two old roosters having a fight and if John Kirby isn’t the referee. I do hope he gets to Paris on the money he earns. Perhaps he'll see Doris there. Well, I don’t see anything and that must be all. I must hurry and tell the Seniors what their fates are going to be. Won't some of the girls be disappointed when they find out they are going to be old maids? HELEN BOURNE, —MARGARET THRIFT, EVELYN BALES. EVENING ‘Evening - - - - : : : Rirds have ceased to sing; Bats are on the wing; The lonely cry of the whip-poor-will Issues forth to break the still— Evening = = - - : - : : - The cricket begins its chirping cry; : One solitary star peeps trom the sky; ’ And from the shadows where it’s hid Bursts forth the cry of the katy-did— Evening - - - - - - - Sounds of the night are everywhere Breaking the stillness of tne air; Darker and denser shadows fall; Night’s magic cloak is over all— Evening : - - - - - - -——-DORIS PRIDE. DAWN Birds are singing, whistles are blowing, A gentle breeze blows softly through the trees, Hark! What is this? A flaming ball of fire in the East. One could tell without knowing that It is dawn, the world is a rapturous overflow, An overflow of mirth and gladness. Here there is no time for melancholy. There is no room for sadness. it is just one beautiful song, One great harmonious throng Of happiness bound together With the sunshine and beauty of the morn. The world awakes, a new day is born . And lo it is dawn --EVELYN DASH —19—