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

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sincere thanks to the faculty of ’27. You have helped us in many ways by your inval- uable store of knowledge, good advice, and loyal support. We wi ll often look back upon the teachers of ’24, ’25, ’26, ’27 with gratitude. We also wish to extend our thanks to the Board of Education for their good help and loyal support that we have received from them. To the voters of Nixon Township High School District, those who supported the building of this new high school, we wish to extend our thanks for we consider it an honor that we are the second class to be graduated from this new building. Parents, you are the ones that we should keep uppermost in our minds; you are the ones that have sacrificed; you are the ones that have made possible our high school career. You have proved to us that you were anxious for us to receive an education from N. T. H. S. We hope that all your efforts and sacrifice for us will be rewarded in the future. Underclassmen, to you we owe a great deal of appreciation. Without your help and co-operation our high school career would have been much different. Classmates, serving you as president has been one of the greatest pleasures of my life. I wish to thank you for the co-operation that you have given me. I hope that we shall meet many times in the future as old friends and classmates. — W. I)., “’27” — • — CLASS HISTORY “Schooldays” — (Seated in an easy chair with memory Imok in hand — reading title of book) — “Schooldays.” It’s been many, many years ago since I ve seen this book. The cover is nearly worn out and just look at the finger-prints which have been left on it. these finger-prints shall never vanish. When I first look at this book, it reminds me of the good old days when I went to X. T. H. S. Oh, how I wish those days were back. Many is the time I’ve longed to be there and hear the voices of my dear classmates and teachers once again. (Opening hook.) If here isn’t a picture when we were Freshmen. I.et’s see, there were thirty-one of us. It sure was a peppy aggregation that year and you sure can tell it by the look on their faces. Not a bashful looking one in the class. What do you think of that? Let’s see, they were Carl Shinneman. Wayne Meredith, Colin Despain. Fletcher McConnell, Elsie Polston, Ernest Raker. Avery Shearer. Kenneth Smith. Walter Dressier, Dorothy Delamere, Doris Delamere. Irene Smith. Thelma Glenn, Alwil la Redding, Bernice Rebie. Pearl Long, Grace Goken. Vada Goken, Frank Polston. Otha Polston, Willard Gift, Carol Adams. Jessie Baker, Laura Barclay, Charlotte Barclay, Cecil Quinn. Eileen Fleming, Margaret Railsback, Russell Fullenwider. Ross Twist, James Long and Miss Ilda Langdon was our advisor. This bunch surely possessed wisdom as well as vigor. Here’s a picture of Colin Despain, Margaret Railsback, Eileen Fleming and Fletcher McConnell. Oh Yes, I remember they were our officers; Colin was president; Margaret, vice president; Eileen, secretary, and Fletcher, treasurer. Ah! What’s this I see? Well, if it isn’t an invitation asking the Juniors to our Hallowe’en Party, which was held at the home of Russell Fullenwider. I well remember that night. That’s when we were required to be masked, and there were some of the queerest looking pieces of humanity there that you ever laid eyes on. How well I Love me and wish me well. — Berniee Olson. 19

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SALUTATORY Parents, Teachers, Students, and Friends: In l ehalf of the Class of ’27, I bid you a hearty welcome to our Class Night Program. Perhaps it will be best for me to give a word of explanation, of our inviting you here tonight. Ye, my classmates and I. have finished ihe course of study that is laid out for graduation from Nixon Township High School. We have spent the greater portion of our youthful years in school. Gaining an education has been the most important factor and the most absorbing interest in our lives. The end of our high school career marks the conclusion of something that for four years has engaged our closest attention, something that has been knit into the very fabric of our lives, and something that should l e fittingly celebrated. How letter could we celebrate this event than by gathering our friends here tonight to listen to the recital of our achievements in school and our aspirations in the life that is to follow graduation? You will hear extracts from our archives, for such an excellent class must have a history that is worth telling. It is to inform you of our gradual but eventual rise to power and to inspire oncoming classes with a zeal to make as great a record for themselves. You will hear our poem, our prophecy, our will, and our farewell. Some- one has said that a man who has no song in his heart is humdrum indeed — the same with a class. Then it would never do to not have a poem. And our prophecy! You have been deeply interested in our achievements in school ; I am sure you are anxious to know what our aspirations are for the future. And our will! Re patient for in a short time you will learn what our effects are and who is to profit by them when we are gone. Although we have si ent much time in preparation for tonight, the excitement and agitation of the moment may cause us to blunder. We ask you not to exi ect too much of us, for we are young yet in years ami in experience. I)o not compare our offering with your own public appearances, for, as Alexander Pope said : “Few sons attain the praise of their great sires.” David Everett later reminded : “Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow.” I shall now introduce to you the Class of 1927 in our Class Night Program and again I bid you welcome to the entertainment of this memorable night. — Walter Dressier. — — PRESIDENT’S ADDRESS Tonight is the last program that will be given by the Class of 1927. Before time has sped on another week, we will be Alumni of Nixon Township High School. As president of the Class of 27. I wish to say that this is a joyous night for us, but still deep down in our hearts there is a feeling of sadness as we think of graduation. We have competed in our last athletic contest, we have taken part in our last activities as students of dear old Nixon High. Speaking in behalf of the Class of ? 27. I wish to take this opportunity to extend our A good heart is worth more than gold. — Loren Richardson. 18

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■ .. NIXONIA Z1 1 remember the good old pumpkin pie, which they set before us. It seems as if it were only yesterday when we hud such a hearty laugh, watching Charlotte Barclay trying to eat around those doughnut holes. That’s just Freshmen out and out. Suffering Cat Fish, if here isn’t a clipping from an Omaha, Neb., • paper advertising the sale of black walnut by the Freshmen Class of Weldon, 111. Signed Ilda Langdon. I almost forgot all about that. It was during Christmas when each one was busy crack- ing them in order to return them in time for Christmas vacation. And here’s the notice of that tive-dollar prize we won for selling the most tickets to the senior play that year. We were reputed to be the peppiest, liveliest and most enthusiastic assemblage in school. That was due to our capable advisor and the co-operation of the entire class. Here’s a picture when we were Sophomores. 1 can hardly believe what I see. Only twenty three in the class. That just doesn ' t seem possible. Well, anyway they’re just as handsome and intelligent as if they were Seniors. You’ve always heard the saying, ‘That the best of everything is done up in small bundles.” That is our case. We had a splendid group of officers that year. Where on earth can they be? Oh, here they are. There is Irene Smith, president; Eileen Fleming, vice president; Walter Dresseler. the secretary; Russell Fullenwider, the treasurer, and Miss Gretchen Langdon. our advisor. I’ll never forget her. She’s the teacher who sat so near the magazine rack. Why this is one of the napkins which Thelma Glenn had at our Hallowe’en Party. That’s the time we went to the country in those old rattle traps, people now-a-days call Fords. I’ll never forget the remarks Kenneth Thurber made about those doughnuts being mostly holes, but what there was gave him the stomach ache for a week. Poor Kenneth. I certainly did sympathize with him. He seemed to enjoy the apples, candy and popcorn though. Lo and behold! If here isn’t a covered wagon. What on earth could that be for in this book? Oh. I remember, that’s the time we won first prize for the most novel float at the county fair. Those mules of Kenneth Thuher’s sure were a sight to see. They looked worse than some of those old nags you see in the country. Willard sure was lucky he got to ride in the wagon, for Oh, the sore feet of those who didn’t get to ride. I’d pity him if his feet would ever get sore. My goodness, what’s this? A poultry farm? I guess it is. Here’s a chicken feather. I’ll bet this represents that May Fate we gave. In fact I know it does. Why this is the feather Pearl Long pulled out of the old hen’s tail. I just can’t forget that. That’s the night Thelma Glenn was supposed to bring a feather for one of the games, and somehow she was delayed so Miss Langdon asked Pearl to get a feather as they had chickens. In about fifteen minutes Pearl returned with the feather and told Miss langdon that since there were no loose plumes she grabbed at the nearest protruding tail feather and the hen fell asleep while she was pulling the feather from the tail. I always remember Pearl as our original conquering hero. Here’s our picture when we were Juniors. Juniors! Just think of it! Let’s see, there were only seventeen that year. The number seemed to l e decreasing more and more. Anyway, we were just as peppy and full of life as when we were Freshmen. Just look at that smile Carol Adams has on her face. This is our new high school. I’ll always remember that day. Each one of the students rode on the dray wagon to hold the desks on. It was a great improvement. Every one seemed to take more interest in their work. What’s this? Safety First?” Oh. I know, this is the bill of our play which we gave that year. Safety First, that is the name of it. And here’s a picture of the banner we girls won in the tournament. 1 11 always remember that, as it was our first year of Every man has his devilish moments. — Lester Glenn. 20