Mendota High School - Atodnem Yearbook (Mendota, IL)

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V H- g.':.':.3.':.-:-.j.':':.-.5.'::+.3.':':.g. -. - .g. '-. - r -.. - .3.'--. - .gr--. - .gf--. - .3. '-.... .3.'-'-.. - gf -. - .g. '-. - 1 While we were passing over the desert plateau of Iran, we noticed two rather familiar-looking figures toiling through the sands. When we came a little closer to them we found that they were Martha Jacobs and Blanche March. Ralph decided to give them a lift. They told usthat they had at- tempted to hike around the world, but had about lost all their pep when we over took them. While stopping at Constantinople, I looked up Altha Lewis, now private secretary to the sultan. - Of course we laid over at Paris a day, so I visited the exclusive Lucile et Helene shop and met my old acquaintances Lucile Fritz and Helen Hoerner. However, they were so Frenchified that I hardly recognized them. While we were talking Katherine Kolanczik, the wife of a prominent automobile man- ufacturer, came in to do some shopping. We had a regular class reunion. After an uneventful day spent in London we started for America and landed in New York toward evening. At this point I bade farewell to Ralph and took the train for Chicago. On the train I met Do-rothy Elsesser, who was returning from a convention of Domestic Science teachers at the Metropolis. She told me that she was very much interested in her work and expected to make it her life occupation. I didn't bother to ask her which she meant, teaching or Domestic Science. I also happened to meet Florence Reeder and a young man whom she introduced as her husband, on the street in Chicago. From their attentive- ness toward one another, I opined that they were on their honeymoon, but I heard later that they had been married for over ten years. Talk about your happy marriages! It was almost twelve o'clock when I arrived at home last night, tired but happy. Some vacation trip, eh what? U Max Goebel. Last W ill and Testament We, the Seniors of 1923, being in full possession of our reason and faculties, in addition to being sworn to advance nothing but the truth, the whole truth, etc., do hereby sanction and act as sponsors for the following bequests: Talbot Hood bequeaths his spirit of leadership to Edward Schwarz. Edwin Hoeger bequeaths his slim figure to Gertrude Werner and Robert Cavell. Charlotte Davis bequeaths her ability as a livestock raiser to Laurence Amfahr and Frank Prescott. VVinemany prizes, boys. Anne Henry bequeaths her job as class pianist to Margaret Cooper. . Loretta and Henrietta Bellinghausen bequeath their ability to look alike to Mildred Milar and Elizabeth Boettcher. Theodore Nieman bequeaths his splendid football career to Corl Chase, Arthur Maus, and James Witte. Do your best next year, boys. TW EN TY - TWO A