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

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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

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1920 T R AN SC EN DEN T AI -1 ST 1920 Working hard to make their mark in this age and clay. They have the honor in the classroom and on floor, They do not stop with this, but work and strive for more Place in High School’s story. These stalwart Juniors withstand each test; They have all the high honors and rank with the best. The one inevitable thing that wins them fame Is that they wake, and work, and play the game For the Juniors’ glory. They have no longing as a class To share the burden of the hills and grades to pass. They bravely climb to the top of the mast so high, And then unfurl their waving banner to the sky, Having the victory won. Here’s to the Juniors, may they work One long year as Seniors, and never duty shirk. Till by the aid of X. T. H. S.’ guiding light Their ship is anchored safe and sound before the nigh'.. This Class of ’21. CLARENCE MICH ELMAN. Sophomore S turdy is the class of twenty-two o ptomistic in their view, P leasant faces always greet you, R elpful hands will ever meet you; O bedience leads them onward, too. m any are the honors won o n the floor, for work they’ve done; P esolute they go without a sigh xact in all the work they try. Here’s to the Sophomore who does his best, He can’t be beat, well you may guess, For when he once sets to work to try. You'd better not stop him. My! O My! 19