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

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ow.mmms- I, Edna Contratto. leave my 5,000-word pamphlet, “Beauty Hints” (written in shorthand), to Millie Krohta. I, Mary Groser, leave for parts unknown. I, Alfred Rosche, do bequeath to Charles Folkerts niv popularity among the girls. I, Lucille Haller, leave the school with the greatest of pleasure. I, Mary Grace Whitten, do bequeath to Sylvia Coakley my long held position as leading soprano. I, Grace Hulbert, do bequeath my resounding, sonorous voice to. George Evans, provided he does not reach high C too often. 1, Marion Hartel, leave my long, luxuriant tresses to Verna Hannay. Finally we, the Senior Class, do bequeath to the Juniors the privilege of passing to the happy hunting grounds as well prepared as we. Should any provision in this, the statement of our last wishes, be disregarded, we hereby declare this will to be null and void. (Signed) THE SENIOR CLASS. Witnesses: Hilda Nantkes. Mr. G. Sullivan. —A. T. oooooooooooo FAREWELL TO N. T. H. S. oooooo We are the Seniors, hearty and true. Who came to dear old high with love for you. Lingering yet a few hours, in your hall we stand. Waiting lor you to tell us to leave. Sad will be the parting when you will say, “Go. Seniors! Into this world about you. And meet you many successes and failures: 1 have given you all the knowledge 1 can bestow.” Days will pass, and months, and years. Ere we again in your hall will stand. Expecting a hearty greeting from you. Let us hope you will not greet us thus, “Who are you that come to me this day Seeking shelter and aid from me? You have been a failure to your class And a disgrace to my name.” Let us hope the greeting will be, “Well do 1 know you, my friend, A pleasure to me you have been, Great was your success which Gave me a most wonderful name.” Onward, Seniors, upward ever climbing. Time is short, we can not wait. Success depends on our determination. Let us do the best we can. When into this world we go. With the bit of knowledge we have gained. No one will help and encourage us. As our friends and teachers at “Dear Old High. No! they will only take away our name And bury it in the sands of despair. Onward, Seniors, onward, With a courage true withstand. Stop not till you have succeeded. And left your name on the sands of time. Let us ever remember our Alma Mater And let her stand out with the schools of the land. —Stella B. Pago twenty-thre

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JUNIORS Madeline Konchetti .........President Olga Frederick Vice-President Arthur Zimmerman ............Secretary James Young Treasurer erne Grabbe ............Class Editor uonald Calihan .......Student Council Miss Thompson and Mr. Radcmacher..........Class Advisors Motto—“Ad Astra per Aspera. Frank Wright, Paul Fischer, Victor Governor. Rossie Rhine. Vinita Tindle, Spruill Battles, Norma Henkel, Willard Morgan. Lawrence Vernetti, James Jachino, John Jachino, Ida Howell, Mary Luschnig, Alta Baxter, Evelyn Johnson, Sylvia Coakley, Edna Stolte. Florence Stapleton. Maisie Provan, Mae Gray, Gladys Wright, Maynard Bridwell. Garrelt Brown. Damian Donaldson, Anna Studnick, Mabel Hieronymous, Elma Wittnam, Viola Bertsch, Marian Robertson, Harold Harms. Lyle Jani.s, Virgil Brakenhotf, Orville Rhodes, Lester Schneipp. John Cuthbertson. JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY oooooo On the memorable day of September 4, 1923, we brave little papooses entered the big Ojehavay tribe (X. T. H. S.) to meet the experienced braves. I be Great Spirit Zook welcomed us to his realm, but we found that to prove our worth we had to engage in wrestling matches with our enemies, led by chiefs English, Algebra, General Science and Latin. Some of us came out of this ordeal with slight bumps on our heads, while others were totally disabled. In June, 1924, we retreated to our tepees for a few months' rest before we should take part in another bloodless battle to be fought in September. In this battle, from which we emerged victorious, we were given the title of Sophomores because of our indomitable lighting spirit. The new papooses had challenged us to a battle, but they were badly defeated. We had faced our enemies with much greater fortitude, although a few of our men fell as before. In June, 1923, we Indians found ourselves older, more scarred, and more experienced in the art of war. Our next battle began three months later. We had survived the first two struggles, so we, as young braves, were now called Juniors, a title of high dignity, indeed. The climax in our fighting career will come next year, and then we hope to prove ourselves the bravest and wisest chiefs who ever presided over N. T. H. S. —Gladys Wright. Page twenty-fi »-