Nokomis High School - Old Nokomis Yearbook (Nokomis, IL)

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1919 1919 T R A N S C E N I) E N T A L I S T We were glad to see the pleasant faces of Mercy Willis, who is now teaching Economics in a St. Louis public school, Alma Mayer, who is manager of a beauty parlor in San Francisco, and Elfrieda Kravanya, Matron of a Childrens’ home in Cincinnati. All of these had just returned from a great banquet given in honor of the former Frances Mae Evans. It was her fifth wedding anniversary. We regretted that she could not bring her smiling face among us. Prof. Joseph P. Welsch, chemist of California State Universary, gave a little talk, like those he gave in the English classes of his younger days. Irene Galyen delayed the production of the greatest film play, “Come off the Farm,” that has ever been produced, in order to be with us. She is the star of the Ebony Film Company. Next to her sat Consuelo Wilson, who had just returned for a visit from France after acting as secretary for Lloyd Geoge. They brought back old memories by their “silly giggling.” Most of the class of ’19 have accomplished good work, but best of all Frances L. Crites has become instructor of one of the deaf and dumb schools of Chicago. Her disposition always did lean towards silence. She tells us that she makes her home at “The National”, which is managed by Carl Krumm. This is the largest hotel of Chicago. The hour was very late before this crowd retired, all happy to have met their old schoolmates and chums again after being out in the current of life for ten years. . , —HAZELLE M. LANTZ. SENIOR CLASS WILL. We, the class of 1919 of the Nokomis Township High School, County of Montgomery, State of Illinois, being of sound mind and free will do hereby declare this document to be the last will and testament of aforesaid class to be executed on Commencement day: — We make the following bequests; To the class of 1920 we bequeath our dignified title with the right never to agree on any subject brought up for discussion before the class. Also the picture books, jewelry, catalogues, “Dead Eye Dick” and detective stories (retailing at 10c each) which we have had the pleasure of absorbing, To the Faculty we bequeath all the “wonderful” orations we have made on such subjects as Electrostatic Induction and Molecular Phenomenon, not to memtion the numerous soliloquys on the intoxicating qualities of Bevo. We also make the following individual bequests: I, Bea Myers, do bequeath the love which Miss Ellington has for me to some poor Senior of 1920. I, William Best, do bequeath to Herbert Hines my position as center on the basket ball team on condition that he does not break my records in shooting baskets, that he shall govern his roughness according to the size of his opponent and lastly that he must hold his weight below 215 pounds. I, Leona Umpleby, do bequeath to some coming debutante my perfect knowledge of complexion and beauty creams. TAGE SEVENTEEN . J. -

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1919 1919 T R ANSC E N D E N T A LI S T CLASS PROPHECY. On a certain day in April, 1929, Farmer Bill got the spring fever and began recalling the good old days at N. H. S. “Ah shucks,” he thought, “we ought to have a ‘get together time.’ ” To think with Bill, was to act. The laziness disappeared and he went to the house with his old youthful stride and wrote twenty-two letters of invitation to his class mates with the request to be present in person or send a message for a grand reunion of the illustrious class of 19, the first class to graduate from the N. T. If. S. On the night of May 29, there was much confusion in the large Gym of the township building. The Domestic Science class, under the direction of Eliza Anne Farmer, their instructor, had prepared a wonderful banquet and all was in readiness for the grand affair. Bill, as ex-president and toastmaster, sat at the head of the long table with Anna Tammen, the old vice-president, at his right. Anna came from the far south, where she had been lecturing on “The Rights of Women,” in order to be with us. Before the first course was served, the toastmaster called on Reverend Emery Meier, who left important evangelistic services at Belleville, 111., to be present, to ask the blessing. During the dinner, conversation was plentiful, and often Bill’s voice was heard as of old saying: “Please talk one at a time.” After everyone had done full justice to the work of the Domestic Science class, the table was cleared away and Bill introduced the following numbers on the program: The first was a selection rendered by the “Harmonious Trio,” Lillie Kellogg, Lydia Hoeppner and Carslens Jayne. The latter has composed several pieces which have become popular and are handled by up-to-date music dealers. The company itself has traveled widely in both the U. S. and Europe and its members have become justly famous. In their presence the splendor of Sousa’s noted band is a mere recollection of imperfection. After this splendid production we were pleasantly surprised by an address made by Miss Meyers on the “Influence of Environment upon the Character of the Child”. She is an efficient instructor in one of our great northern cities and is interested in the ethical and moral standards of the school child. Next was an eloquent solo dance rendered by Madame Helen V. Randall accompanied bv the greatest violinist of the day, Hazel M. Lantz. These two have placed their names in burning letters upon the tablet of Fame. Last on the program, Helen Satterlee and Lois Whitten, who had biought along their instruments, performed some physics experiments which no other master minds had ever before worked out. Immediately after this a cablegram was received from Leona Umpleby, who is in France teaching American Jazz to the innocent peasants, expressing the regret of her absence. A card was passed along the table and each read with astounding looks: F. C. CRU.M BAUGH Coach of oil Athletic Sports Harvard College. PAGE SIXTEEN

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1919 TRANSCENDENTALIST 1919 I, Fred Crumbaugh, do bequeath all my tags, medals, ribbons, harness, letters, shields, loving cups, etc. won in Athletics to Lloyd Davis so that he may have a good start in the junk business. I, Joe Welsch, do bequeath my ability in asking unanswerable questions to anyone who has the misfortune to take Physics next year. I, Hazelle Lantz, do bequeath to Florence Herzog my seat in the rear of the room where she may enjoy a quiet conversation without being disturbed by a thoughtless teacher. I, Emery Meier, do bequeath all my pretty playthings to the Freshmen. I, Irene Galyen, do bequeath my ability in getting into “spats” with the teachers to Katherine Shoemaker, on condition she does not break my record. I, Mercy Willis, do bequeath my wise judgment in social matters to Elda Zimmerman. I, Lillie Kellogg, do bequeath my ability in fancy hair dressing to Lydia Reincke. Signed this 21st day of April, A. D. 1919. EBINEZZER PIEFACE, Atty,-at-Law. WITTNESSES: Per “Fritz”. Col. Nutthouse, U. R. Skinney. SENIOR CLASS POEM. Let me stop you for a moment, let me tell you in a while Of the Nineteen Nineteen Seniors who have traveled many a mile. You can see them just beginning on the ladder high of fame, Though together they are clinging, their ends will not be the same. In the order of the letters of the alphabet you know I will name the ladder climbers who must start their deeds to show. Though the things said in these verses cannot always be implied It is only at this second that they have been thus applied. William Best the little farmer, though he’s not as green as grass Would not do for an example, for- the others of the class. Frances Crites. the hearty singer, can be heard a mile away When she clashes with a teacher about every seventh day. Now athletics is the subject when you get real near to Fred; He will scold and keep on driving till you think you’re almost dead. Does Frances Evans, always reading, always seeming hard at work, When the teachers turn their heads, her duties also shirk? Eliza Anne sure loves to work, but work is not her name; For when an honest chance does come she’ll help to play the game. All important Irene Galyen will surprise you for a while As she meets her teachers’ scoldings with a scornful, haughty smile. If from exposure to the light, the print of books should fade away, Lydia sure would have to go and buy new books every uay. Our Carstens Jayne is on the run from morning until night, They say the most he knows he learned while the sun was not in sight. Very quiet at her study, sitting very near the rear Lillie Kellogg you see toiling, without noise that you can hear. Though at first Elfrida’s bashful, by the time you know her well She can talk as much as any, that is,—when she takes a spell. PAGE EIGHTEEN