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

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1920 T RAN SC E N DENT A LI ST 1920 Junior Class History ’Tvvas a bright, almost hot clay of spring, one of the drowsy days that are good grow-ing weather, also good dreaming weather. 1 was sitting in my seat staring at a Caesar hut my eyes saw not the book and my thoughts were far away. I was dreaming, as I often do, and my dreams were of things gone by. I saw on a bright day of September, a crowd of young people, Freshmen they were, and they had just entered the Nokomis High School. I was one of the bunch and I still remember how my brain whirled and my head swam as I was swept, half consciously, through the events of that first day. I saw that class meet one evening, soon after, to organize and I remember the defeated spirit of the boys when all girls were elected to the offices. I saw the class struggle through their studies; saw them at the party that they gave to the Sophomores and saw them as they closed the year; and I thought to myself that truly it was good to be a Freshman. I awoke, started up, rubbed my eyes and attacked Latin, but again my memory swept me away and again my eyes closed and the scene changed. It was another room in the same building, crowded to overflowing and as 1 looked over the assemblage I noticed that some should be there, but were missing, and in their places I saw new faces, new members of the class. I saw them as they elected their officers. I saw them as they rode on over their difficulties and carried their work. I saw them at the party as they entertained themselves, interclass parties being forbidden. 1 saw them as they came out on the court and battled with the Seniors for first place in basket-ball. But they JUNIORS First Row (from left to right)—Ruby Wober, Melvin liebenstreit, Isabelle Gleich, Dorcus Phillips, BcUord Hoilman, Bertha Strater. IJoyd Davis, Marie Cannon. Second Row— Helen oung. Ruth . Lnschen, lohn Chismar. Lcora Safford, Irene Meeker, Eva Beaman, Arthur Tosetti. Bernice Beaman. B--,lnh 1 eWitt. Third Row—Esther Schaefer, Helen Bridge, Clarence Michelman, Theresa el sell, Joe Pendleton. Analee Darrough, Clarence Essman, Belle Livingston, Marion Kinney. Fourth Row Clara •xemc- ! ri ' Vvj so t leo mst. LP’ie Mae S’dlivan. Yot on the picture but on the roll—Lillie Easton. Enno Henkel, Gilbert Maxcincr, Raymond Plummer, Grace Pope. 16

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1920 T R A N SCE N D E N T A LIST 1920 took only second, and I saw the grim determination that told they would do better next time. When the year’s work was done I saw them part arid in their hearts they said that the Sophomores had a better time than almost any class. My head grew heavier, my senses dragged and still I waited—waited, for I knew there was yet another chapter to be added, and after a time that seemed almost unendurably long I heard again the sound of their voices. They assembled in and about the Opera House and many were the speculations as to how they would get on. Nine o’clock came and they went up to receive instructions. They found getting started was quite a job, but they tackled it and soon things were going smoothly. Some recited at the K. P. Hall, some at the Marquette Hall, some at the Methodist Church basement and some in all those places. I walked over town with them and 1 saw them smile, for they knew it would not always be thus. They elected their officers, had some trouble and elected others. They chose Enno Henkel to preside over the meetings, Clarence Michelman to act as his aid and Ruth Henschen to keep accounts. On Hallowe’en they were entertained at the Marquette Hall by the Seniors. They shared the hardships of cold buildings and bad weather with the other classes and when they moved they were glad of the change. Not long after, they treated the Seniors to a feast which everyone pronounced a success. This year they won the Tournament and I saw their faces brighten when the Track Meet was mentioned, for they also hoped to win this. My dream faded and disappeared, but still I sat with bowed head for I had seen nothing of them as Seniors. But my fancy would not prophesy or it might have been the ringing of a bell that disturbed me. I left the building and the shades of the past were forgotten. B. B. To the Juniors Listen, my friends, and I shall tell Of the high school class which we love so well. ’Twas in seventeen, on September morn. That the Freshmen were shipwrecked, friendless, forlorn, In the Halls of Learning. In those halls of Nokomis High They studied hard. They would be Juniors by and by: Like few others, they suffered much, but much attained, Closed the term with something accomplished, something gained. By a year of earning. No longer were they Freshmen green. Their Freshman record remained spotless, clear and clean As the deep blue sky, of a morning in the spring, When heaven and earth and nature begin t sing Of Soph’mores’ liberty. They made their mark and made it well, For their greatness was clear as a ringing bell. In basket-ball, the Seniors said, “They’re hard to beat. But as good sportsmen they knew how to take defeat As well as victory. Now those Sophomores are Juniors gay. 17