Nixon Township High School - Nixonia Yearbook (Weldon, IL)

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THE XI X () XI A “CLASS PROPHECY ” It is now the year of 1935. .lust think sixteen years since I graduated from dear old Nixon Township High School. I find myself in tin- great metropolis of the United States. I see on my l ight and left skyscrapers, magnifi cent homes, elegant drives and great things for the eye to gaze upon. I find myself on the East Side mingling with masses of people who make up the large population of this great city. Ah! I see Ahead of me a dingy old build ing. I wonder what it can be? It says upon the large placard: “Swami Yivahandra, A Celebrated Hindu Magician.” Wishing to learn about my classmates of 1919, I believe that I will step inside. As I enter the door, I notice that the room is rather dark, but a small table with a huge glass bowl can be distinguished very plainly. Then as I walk over towards the table and look into the bowl, I try to concentrate my gaze upon it, but at first I find it very difficult to see anything. The vision which instantly appears is a large theatre. It is thronged with people, who are very excited over the entertainment. I wonder who the great actress is, for she looks like some one whom I know. Well, well, if it isn’t my obi friend Beatrice Bales standing on the stage bowing to the applause of her audience, with her arms full of roses. Oh, my ! the vision is fading away. Who would ever think of my obi school-mate, Beatrice, making an actress of herself? This is rather strange for in our school days she thought she would be a school teacher. I wonder what has happened that caused her to change her mind. Perhaps as a teacher, she had her pupils put on a number of plays. Probably in this way, she, herself, became infatuated with that kind of work and decided to become a member of some theatrical company. Ah! the vision has darkened and now the scene is at some large University, in a big laboratory. It is rather amusing to watch the great professors of electricity with their large rubber aprons, mixing different chemicals together. Their assistants are running here and there getting different materials for it seems as though the chemicals which they are mixing together are very explosive, when the electric wire is applied. Well! if this isn't the large Columbia University of New York. One of those professors looks familiar. I wonder who he could be. I wish that he would turn around so that I could see his face more plainly. Well if it isn’t Bay Olson. The vision has grown fainter until hardly anything can be distinguished. Who would ever have thought of Bay being a noted professor in some University? He surely obtained his start in Nixon Township High School under the splendid direction of Professor Goodwill. Again the vision disappears but the scene is in a musical studio. I wonder where this studio is? Oh, there is a pennant in the room which says the “New England Conservatory” at Boston. People are coming into the office continually waiting for their turn to take a lesson. Dear me! it the 13

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THE XIX ONI A 111 rough his untiring labor he helped us to do our part ns Juniors in aiding the Seniors to publish the first “Xixonia” of our high school. By his suggestion we chose the motto “Be Square to guide us safely through our high school career. Our class took part in all of the activities of the high school. We gave a very interesting play, “Mans Von Smash to help defray our expenses for the year. We held our class party near Easter at the home of our President. However, the most important event of the year was our Junior-Senior reception. The management of this affair made us realize more fully the dignity and responsibility that was soon to fall upon us in our Senior year. I his year we fully realized the importance of a high school education for our school became an accredited high school. On the Senior Class night, we received the much cherished mallet, which is to be used only by Seniors. At last we have reached our goal, that of being Seniors. Although nine • u us returned this year, only five of us have successfully weathered through the storm from our Freshman class of twenty-one. Our faculty was somewhat changed this year by the absence of Mr. Light body, who had bravely answered the call ot his country soon after the closing of the school last year. Miss allsup also was absent. Mr. Goodwin, as Principal, and Miss Gregory at the head of the History Department, have come and filled their places. Again our corps of teachers was made stronger by the addition of Miss Swain, our Music Supervisor. To be a Senior we found that our pathway was not always an easy one to tread. We organized our class at the beginning of the year and chose for our officers, Charles Adams, President; Velda Hunt, Vice-President; and Hay Olson. Secretary and Treasurer. We immediately began to plan and work tor our annual. As our class was small in numbers, we united our efforts with those of the Juniors and entertained the high school and faculty at our annual “weiner roast in the school yard. We also gave, with the Juniors, a box supper on the evening of December the seventh from which each class made a fair profit. Now looking back over our high school days, we shall always remember the many pleasant times we have spent together. It is our aim through life to always live up to our motto “Be Square.” Gladys E. Hunt ’19. 12

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TUB NIX0N1A young music teacher isn't Gladys Hunt. She is giving both vocal ami instrumental lessons to her pupils. They all seem to he very interested in their work. Now, the vision is gradually disappearing from sight. All those who are connected with her professionally in the New England Conservatory at Boston declare her one of the greatest teachers in the East. I know we all wish her as great a success as she made during her high school days with her bright and sunny disposition. The vision has clouded again but the scene is in a large courtroom. Each of the lawyers is trying to prove his side in a murder case. I wonder who the young man is, that is trying to defend the boy who is accused of murder. Charles Adams, I do believe. The jury looks pleased with his remarks and the audience are applauding him wildly. The jury has left the courtroom in order to decide the case. Listen, the jury has returned and the audience is very still in order to hear the decision. It is “not guilty.” The vision is growing fainter and fainter, .lust think of Charles Adams being a lawyer. He is the last person on earth that I would think of being one. Well, I wish him great success in his work. Aly goodness! the vision has faded entirely away and nothing can be seen. Oh, dear me, I have learned of each of my classmates and not a thing about myself. Each of the class has started out to do something worth while, and here I am still at Weldon, apparently doing nothing. It is terrible to think of my former classmates, being such noted men and women while I am living a useless life. Oh! here it is. It says—it says:—that I am going to be an “Unclaimed blessing with many lovers and die single.” Velda I. Hunt ’10. SALUTATORY Parents, Teachers, and Friends: Tonight is the last opportunity that we. the class of 1910, shall have to appear before you as a class of the Nixon Township High School. Since entering this High School four years ago, we have come to the realization of our efforts and desires. We are assembled here tonight to recall to you and to ourselves the experience and endeavors of those four years. It is an occasion to which we have looked forward as one of great importance. Without it our high school career would be incomplete. To me has been given the privilege of telling you how glad we are to see you. In behalf of the Board of Education, the Faculty, and the Senior (Mass, I welcome you to our class-night program in which we will appear for the last time as students of the Nixon Township High School. We realize that our character has been greatly effected by our association 14