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

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J» ? THE 1X0X1 A Our teachers one and all we thank. Who oft reproof and praise bestowed; We know that in their guidance kind. Our feeble light more brightly glowed. And as we part from Nixon High. Not sev’ring of friendship true, Mav we the good days ne’er forget As in our life come pleasures new. They tell us now will just begin Our troubles, trials, and cares; But we have learned to laugh all day, For jolly fun is in our wares. Though life looms dark and mystic now. We mean some day to backward look. With pride and joy to then recount Our happy days within this nook. Some names we feel will surely head The list of great things done. As each one strives his place to fill And merit commendation won. So now farewell. Old Nixon High, W e hope your fame may spread. Though none may ever us surpass. Be many on your wisdom fed. C. I . A Coy Brunette—Verneda Glenn. Pa je 20

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TUK NI X O NI A i y 22 Class Poem Oh. Seniors, now has come the day For four long years we’ve seen afar. We’ve hoped and prayed, yet doubted oft That we should ever reach our star. Our teacher’s words we’ve tried to heed When they to us would often say. That we this goal would surely reach If we would do our best each day. We’ve been a loyal, trusty hand. And on each other ne’er would tell. F.’en though the rules we sadly broke. We always came through very well. Our fold is not what we had hoped When we the race had just begun. Vet barring that, for Nixon High The prize for size we still have won. Our sadness nearly equals joy When from our High School we must part. They tell us that in life we'll find So much to test and prove the heart. But yet our courage is so great. Our motto now we go to prove. And we will not forget its truth Howe’er apart our paths may move. “We build the ladder by which we climb.” So doth our motto nobly read. And since we all its challenge meet We’ll strive our best to live its creed. Page 19 Frank ami Reliable—Maree Marsh.

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r K NIX n N I A 19 22 Class Prophecy On this twenty-seventh day of May. I. the prophetess. IMoyeshta. of Hindustan, shall unveil to you the things that shall happen in the future to the members of the Class of Twenty-two. Heed! My Classmates, heed and hear what the future holds in store for you. I see some one standing behind a counter, acting as a cashier in a New York cabaret. I believe to my soul it is Gertrude Marsh, it surely is. Oh, here comes some wonderful man to settle his bill. I wonder what shell say. Well can you believe it? This is what she is saying: “Your check please. Hello, sixty and forty are one dollar. Isn't that so? Don’t get fresh.” Well. I never would have thought that of Gertrude, but you never know, you know. I see Kthel Smith seated upon a large white horse, and in her hand she is carrying a lasso. She is employed cn a large ranch in I exas as a cowgirl. and is known throughout the state for her wonderful ability at lasso- ing. Oh. I see someone presiding over a group of interested people. It is a select slang school. And Ivina Baker, a cultured artist, in this profession, is at the head of it. Now, I know you can't be surprised because Edna always used slang to express every idea she ever had. h. what’s this I see? It is a traffic cop. standing on a street crossing. Well, if it isn’t Donn Mire. Is i said that he is one of the best traffic-cops the city of Weldon has ever knewn. However, lie is the same old Donn. I see two girls dressed in the extremest fashion of the moment coming across the street. Donn is off his duty as usual: that is when a girl is in the case. All! I see L’ra Shearer lecturing to a group of Chinks on the evil effects of opium smoking. But. poor girl, she is having about as much effect on the Chinks as she did on her dad when she tried to convince him that tobacco chewing had a harmful effect upon him. Oh, what’s this I see? It is a Marinello shop. Could you guess who is in charge. None other than Yemeda Glenn.‘an old classmate of mine, has full swing of all the business. It is said that she knows every magic under the sun which increases beauty. Every woman knows just where to look for her husband when he says he is going out to get his nails manicured. Opal Gray, I see. sticks to the old motto. “Don’t give up the ship.’ She is still writing on teacher’s examinations at the Dewitt County Court House, where we left her several years ago. But she has begun to show Page 21 Miraculous Gait—Donn Mire.