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

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Junior Class Poem Now as with dreamy eyes we look Our Junior year draws to a close. While in the future, hidden now— (meat here our work may he, who knows? Into this large old world of ours. Though years may lead us far away. We needs must work now to prepare Ourselves to help humanity. What work may come we cannot tell, A hat e'er it is we'll do our best. And overcome the obstacles That show themselves in life’s hard test. So one more year here we will go To give the best in all we do. That time may say when at the end “Well, have you done the best you knew?” Thus on and on we must prepare Ourselves for all the works of life. That as we then can give Our best, in overcoming strife. So let the record of our past Be as a light, that leads us still Along life’s path where we will go And say to all. “We Can, We Will.” „ » , WHEN WILL THE ARMISTICE BE SIGNED? Slowly the din of battle arises, gradually it grows louder, sounds echo back and forth and are intermingled, everyone is speaking at the same time. A momentary lull, then with renewed vigor the terrible struggle goes on—who will be the master, will it never end? Suddenly a terrible crash—the bell is ringing and English III class is dismissed for another day. A VETERAN. MMWHMmiiWHiraiiiiiiiiuiHiiiiiiiiiHiiiinuiiiinui

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NOTOHISCO 19 2 1 27 JUNIOR-ESTS Lillian Woltman .................. Tang Willis ...................... Katherine Shoemaker .............. Ruth F. and Ruth S................ Totty and Fritz .................. Grace Jones ...................... Gladys Larrick ................... Reyburn Smith .................... Jesse O'Brien .................... Chicken Brakenhoff ............... John Groogan ..................... Raymond O'Brien .................. ...Short-est ...Tall-est ..Smart-est Skinny-est Drugg-est ....Fat-est ..Tardy-est ...Fast-est ...Sober-est ..Funny-est N’ew-est ...Roughest j THE JUNIOR'S LAMENT (with apologies to the Rosary) The cash I spend on thee, dear heart, I- like a string of pearls to me, I count it over, every coin apart— . My salary, my salary. I'd gladly take you to the shows. If you'd go to the gallery ; But if you insist on the first four rows, My salary, my salary. MmmiiiimiiHitiMiiiimtiiiHt

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Junior Class History Not so very many years ago, only three in fact, the class of ’22 passed through that big entrance and into the “Garden of Learning,” now commonly known as N. T. H. S. Unlike most Freshmen classes, they had something to be really proud of because IT was the first Freshman class to enter N. T. H. S. Being very liberal they foresaw and allowed for the shortcomings of the other more dignified and narrow-minded classes when those classes took the “arm of the law” in their own hands and proceeded to “nishiate the greenhorns” by hurling such missiles as “Hello Freshie,” and “Unbeliever” at them. The “Prof.” issued a “Proclamation Emancipation” by which all class parties were abolished for the Sophomores and Freshmen. They, however, thoroughly enjoyed “setten’ ’em up” to themselves on several occasions. The second year the whole High School was thrown out of their “Happy Home,” and it was whispered about that it was the fault of the last year’s Freshies—as they had made entirely too much noise. With assembly in the Opera House and classes in several buildings about town the Sophs decided that this was indeed Paradise. Along towards Xmas everyone began to talk about “Paradise Lost,” and “Paradise Regained,” for the new building was to be occupied about that time. This year was spent with much joy because two Sophs occupied positions on the B. B. team. The Freshies were entertained and they decided that they could afford to give the Sophs a return, which was accordingly brought to pass. During the third year, which, so far, is last though not least, the old class distinguished itself through the efforts of Tang, Gib, and Grugan, all members of the B. B. team. Some say there was a good reason why they didn’t win the Inter-Class Tournament, though the class has nothing to kick about, since there is no “Home Brew” handy at present. They were entertained by the Seniors for the first time since these two classes have been in High. The Seniors saved their pennies for three long years just for that occasion—GOODNESS ME— How liberal! A RUBE. illllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiHiiiiiiiiiiuiiaii;nitiiiiMiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiiifiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiifi!iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!ii:iifiiiiiiuiiiiii!i!i[iiiiiiiiu:iirii