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

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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—

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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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De, Vint ee, | ase CLASS HISTORY In September of 1929, freshmen entered into the life of Maroa Community High School. We chose Melbourne Lazelle as our leader, with Doris Pride to assist him. Don Hayden was elected treasurer. Our advisor was Miss Witt. Early in Oc- tober the upperclassmen gave a weiner roast in our honor at » the home of Evelyn Stoutenborough. Several of the boys were —— initiated by dips in the water tank during the evening. During the year, the class flower, class motto, and class colors were chosen, The flower was sweet pea, the class motto “Build for character and not for fame,” and the class colors, blue and silver. The rest of the year passed quietly. Our sophomore year passed quickly. Evelyn Dash was president, Doris Pride, vice-president, and Mildrcd Hobkirk, secretary and treasurer. This year Miss Flug.m was given command. The most important event of the year was the mov- ing from the old school building into the new, in March. We spent the rest of the year getting acquaintcd with the building and the changes made. We entered our third year determinecd.to make it out- standing. Our president was Tim Crouch, with Curtis Morgan as vice-president. George Stein acted as treasurer. Mr. Norton was appointed our class advisor. The Junior Play, “Intruding on Horace” was given Friday, November 13, in the auditorium. In spite of bad weather, it was well attended. Early in the spring we began planning a reccption in honor of the seniors. This event took place on Friday, May 13, in the gymnasium. On June 1, Mr. and Mrs. Norton entertained us at a party in their home. Thus another school year ended. On September 5, 1932, we returned for our last term in the M. C. H. S. There were thirty-seven students, nine of them coming from Decatur and vicinity. Our officers for this year were: president, Curtis Morgan; vice-president, Franklin Cap- linger; secretary and treasurer, Walter Wheeler. Mr. Norton was again our advisor. On October 5, the class rings and pins arrived. We decided we needed a holiday, so on May 11, twen- ty-five of us skipped school and went on a picnic at Weldon Springs. Then on May 19, the Junior-Senior Banquet came. The Senior Play, ‘““The Whole Town’s Laughing,” was given, May 23, before a large: audience. During the year our class has been represented in almost every extra curicular activity. And now high school days ar over. We shall receive our diplomas on June 1, and shall depart forever from the active lice of the Maroa Community High School. Senior Class Presents Play . The Senior Class of M. C. H. S. presented the play, “The Whole Town’s Laughing” on May 23. A large audience was present to see the performance. The cast was as follows: POUCTRE CO) BAOOLC: 2.0 cveccscacseastccesens ecane George Robert Austin. SHOE oe MOOT =. oo ncy ans pinnncege varierees pevseestesncsnsnrennensnanene Lyle Tozer. Mortimer Mortlock .....:.......-0-20-2:s--ce-ntecccspeasenssneseees John Kirby. Geoffrey Lamont ..1..........:).hi al iceceeecercneenseesenens Curtis Morgan. Count De Long ..........- eink seFincakedetsanantndss bikes Franklin Caplinger. Uncle Larry Moore ..........:.--.--sccsss-nssesssresesenes Fay Hildebrand. — CEA OTA LOC 2s. os suisese ovghsbsdornreansomussbenapesectend Evelyn Dash. SSID ese hransane ar es sn, sosrasceensiiouperetstessretnai he Pee OOS HEn Margaret O’ Moore | ....-:.. 2.2..--00-sesecenreesstenstorons Martha Stimmel. COPIED DO SOND isvackarionsbnses sncntenricesnons Freddonna Brenning. CUMS B BOUNCE OY Sis ce ccacessvecsoesnessesngnenecetosrrepnenne Mildred Hobkirk. POMRY, FOr Sai VAR iss... a2vanewosnmovesosunsnnbysnsnessiackses Doris Pride. Miss Clara Ferree was the director of the play which prov- ed very interesting and caused many laughs. As a pocial feature, a couple of little dancers from Bloomington danced be- tween acts. CLASS DAY PROGRAM High School Orchestra. SSAC LORY: i ektacca cc coke pe band saber ereep ttt et eens ep encom reed sirens Evelyn Dash. COURS FIRE OEG ressceregar iced ea ero vaded poe eos sew ses Mildred Hobkirk. CES TOD BCG occ foepe scorers ao over onoer ts arnaniogereeccve Evelyn Bales. Reading ........... Sse ata Daes das idegy vivencercovavere isin tantags -aetacane Lyle Tozer. Class Will ........ paasELiaigl stata ten ipy bee ioed aigetarisorbocnens Maxine Groves. Song ........ Marcella Higdon, Evelyn Bales, Maxine Groves, Mildred Hobkirk. Class POOM %...2:..-s0cetge0ec--s- ie ee ee Evelyn Dash. Bisrio. SOlO Sessa Bea rete eealtigtew' ee Freddonna Brenning. V BOG CC Oty wicca ccsngseseerestsag ste an daseroomcucrotnamerzderernnsey Doris Pride. High School Orchestra. BACCALAUREATE PROGRAM DN CaO ge ci ee eines scg recente acieeae ccc ogpeesooanioosr eet ong Orchestra. Hymn, ‘True-Hearted Whole- Hearted” (Verses 1 and 2.) RYE VOC ECAR ieccars sgn S ses .... Rev. Richard Archer. Scripture pn tl el aa a es Ca see EV. C.. W. Ivie. Address, “The Spiritual Value of Work” .... Rev. C. W. Ivie. SCE CEIOD Wace onan Fa Se ae ae ll Glee Club. Spe EP 2G) a Ue Se eee ne ees Orchestra. Hymn, “Faith of our Fathers” (Verses 1 and 2.) 3 Sf 3 (79 | Cet 2 05) 1 Ne SE oR ee .. Rev. Richard Archer. 8) hg) op IRS 6 PAE oS iat Ae SER Se ns eee ae .. Orchestra. Argenta Wins Macon Co. Championship Led by a speedy youth named Garriott, Argenta High came through to win its first Macon County track and field meet in the event held at Blue Mound. The champs finished with 36% points to their credit. — Warrensburg High, after a close battle with the winners, placed second with 27 5-6 points. Blue Mound was third, Mt. Zion fourth, Maroa placed fifth, then Macon and Niantic. Due to the strong winds during the day, all teams were checked in their progress. Garriott, coming nearest to a new record, broad jumped 20 ft. 2 in. Waller, the champion of the pole vault, reached a height of 9 ft. 9 in. Maroa also placed first in the 880 yard relay. Masters, of Warrensburg, won the individual honors of the day by winning the 100 and 220 yard dash events and also the 220 yard low hurdles. PEACE What is peace, that we hold it so dear; Is it not gone in the passing years; And when we are gone, will our children say; That we once lived and blazed the way, That they might carry on eternal peace. I give to you the torch of peace; And may it’s light never cease: And so when men of the ages go by; The flame of the torch may be seen in the sky; To remind them to carry on eternal peace. Then let us bui'd the Nation’s pillars strong and tall; Tht they may rise and never fall; And in the tallest pillar stands The torch of peace in Liberty’s hand; To remind them to carry on eternal peace. LYLE TOZER. Mealy ba.