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

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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

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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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athletics. We surely were proud of that banner, just simply because we had to fight for it. Here’s a pressed rose. That ' s one of the roses we had at our Junior-Senior Reception. That was the year we decorated the K. P. Hall and carried out the rose idea. It certainly was beautifully decorated. Margaret Railsback acted as toast-mistress. Just look at that class picture, would you. That ' s the most energetic class that ever graduated from N. T. H. S. and I expect that ever will. We were Seniors then, and maybe you think we were not proud of it. The officers for that year were Walter Dressier, president: Russell Fullemvider, vice president; Carol Adams, secretary and treasurer, and Mr. Shaw was our Class Advisor. We were surely proud to have Mr. Shaw as he was the only teacher who stayed with us throughout our four years in high school. “The Mystery of the Third Cable.’’ What on earth could that l »? It’s sure a mystery to me. Oh, now I recall — that was our first Senior play. I had almost forgotten. “Looks Like Rain.” That’s the name of the other play. I remember that night, it wasn’t very well suited to the name. The stars were shining entirely too bright to “Look Like Rain.” Well, if here isn ' t my place card. I carried that all the way home from the Junior- Senior Banquet just to put it in this book. I ' ll never forget that night. Such good things to eat and such an enjoyoble evening. The Alumni Banquet, that’s when the students who had already graduated, entertained us. Here’s a picture of the annual staff. Let ' s see Jessie Baker, was Editor-in-Chief; Carol Adams, Asst. Editor; Walter Dressier, Business Manager: Russell Fullemvider, Asst. Manager. I know that was the best annual that ever left the doors of X. T. H. S. Who can this be the picture of? I remember now, that is Mr. Kidd, pastor of the M. P. Church, who spoke at the Baccalaureate. How well I remember the position in which we sat. afraid to make the least move. If here isn’t the program of our (lass night. I ' ll never forget that night. It seems as though it was only a few months ago when Russell Fullemvider stood up before a large audience giving the class prophecy. Maybe you think he wasn’t stage struck. I know that if the audience had been still we could have heard his knees knuckle-knock- ing together. Oh, that Class History. It seems as if it was only yesterday when I sat in that large chair, almost frightened to death. Why, my heart was up in my mouth the continual time. I really had to hold my head up high, for fear my heart would fall out if I leaned my head the least bit. Just put yourself in those shoes for a while and see how you feel. I never saw such a frightened bunch in all the days of my life. What’s this I see? Why. it is our commencement program. How well I remember that night. Every student felt more proud than they had on class night. Let ' s see. Who spoke that night? Oh yes! Mr. Evans from Farmer City. He gave a wonderful talk on “Motives,” and everyone seemed to enjoy it. How well I remember our motto, “Tonight we launch, where shall we anchor?” and how proud and dignified we felt on leaving dear old X. T. H. S., expressing our gratitude and appreciation toward our teachers for the interest which they took in us during our four years in high school. We shall always remember those we met here and those we left behind enjoying the privilege which we have just enjoyed. B. B., ’27. Bless me, how shall I behave. — Dude Thurber. 21