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

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We. the Senior class of Nokomis Township High School, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and twenty-eight, being of (un) sound mind and (il) legal age, do hereby make, publish, and declare this instrument to be our last will and testament. We bequeath all our real and personal property as follows: To the faculty, gratefully, all shorthand notes, physics experiments, botanical and zoological collections, historical notes, new words illustrated, English themes, all hand made dresses, Latin ponies, original geometry designs, stage scenery and all our surplus money with which to build a new gymnasium. To the funiors, our aristocratic dignity and responsibility of being Seniors of N. T. H. S. To the Sophomores, a little of our good sense. To the Freshmen, we pityingly bequeath all advice received from the dear faculty for the last four years. I, Ivan Anderson, do bequeath my ability to vamp the girls to Walter Krause. I, Virgil, Brakenhoff, do bequeath my blushes to Joe Rolinaitis. I, Hubert Brown, do bequeath my dimples to Ralph Herwig, on condition that Vivian Gipson will see the difference. I, Judd Brown, do bequeath my position as pianist during general assembly to Lucille Loomis. I, Melvin Brueckner, do bequeath my position in football to “Fat” Karmazinas. We, Helen Calihan and Rudolphina Hartel, do bequeath our chummy ways to any two girls who want them. Instructions included. I, Lucille Chaney, do bequeath some of my height to Geraldine Peters. I, Clement Cassidy, do bequeath my ability to amuse people in the study hall to Wayne Warnsing. I, Leroy Dalhaus, do bequeath my affection for Freshman girls to Wesley Meyers. I, Frances Dargella, do bequeath my quiet ways to Gladys Carroll. I, Gwyndel Davis, do bequeath my ability to keep my hair combed to anyone who promises to do the job as I did. We, Flla Engelman, Louise Reincke and Charles Reisacher, do bequeath our ability to stay friendly to any persons who can do it as successfully as we have done. I, Lucille Engelman, do bequeath my chair in the English room to any Sophomore who craves knowledge. I. Virgil Ernst, do bequeath my misleading name to anyone who would like to be called Ernest. I, Laura Gruen, do bequeath my books to any Junior who can’t buy them. I, Jacob Groser, do bequeath my ability to use my left hand to anyone as long as he does not excel me in writing, football and basketball. We, Verna Hannay and Elsa Henkel, do bequeath our two Hillsboro friends, for whom we have endured many jeers, to any two girls who think they are worthy of them—Try to get them. I, Ethel Hard, do bequeath my sweet disposition to anyone who wants it. I, Robert Hard, do bequeath my love for girls to William Wright, providing he doesn’t break the record. We, Irene Houck and Elvira Kroenlein, do bequeath our friendship to Susan Kramar and Florence Lidster, providing they w'on’t break it. I, Hannah Hunter, do bequeath my smiles to Irene Ritter, providing she does not give too many to the boys. [25]

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Old (Momis SENIOR CLASS HISTORY In the year nineteen hundred twenty-four, a group of inexperienced, hut determined, people left the well-ordered, peaceful land of Gradeville. They held their meeting for the purpose of selecting an able leader and chose Vern Grabbe. The position was hard to fill since these people were of unusual temperament and character. They journeyed for awhile, peaceful enough in their jogging prairie schooners. The first mountain to cross was “Intelligence Tests”. But, displaying superior intelligence, they passed through this ordeal safely, emerging just a little stronger and more determined. They were attacked on the plains very suddenly one day by a hostile band of “Seniors”. Due to their inexperience and honesty, they were rather cruelly treated but gained invaluable knowledge for future use, w'hich as yet they have never had the pleasure of putting into practice. After experiencing a few7 casualties in skirmishes such as vigorous tests, reproofs from the leader and perhaps minor quarrels among the party, they reached “Sophomoro”. This town is of medium size, rather pleasant, but never progresses —at least it never had until that date. During the stay of these hardy pioneers it was at the heighth of its power. Since they left, however, it has lapsed back into its former state of decadence. Since the group as a whole w’as becoming rather unwieldy, the most beautiful of the women was chosen to lead them to the thriving city, “Juniorville”. She was no other than Joyce Zimmerman, one of the leading members of the present “Senior” tribe. Since Joyce used such wonderful ingenuity in picking out the easiest routes and seeing that every pioneer kept in condition for the future trials and tribulations, they reached “Juniorville”, more self-reliant and hard)' than ever. The next fall the caravans w'ere restocked with different provisions, the main course of each and every one being “English”. The wagon train was preceded by Louis Rademacher, and the tw'o guides, Mrs. Evans, whose husband was taking a different route, and Mr. Stumm, who was able by his expert knowledge of agriculture, to pick out the best camping places in regard to the supply of food for the train. Slowly the train began to wend its W'ay towards the golden city of “Seniora”. This, indeed, w'as a city of promise and of a great future. The end of the trail was reached with comparatively little trouble. As our opening feature, a great festival was held in June, to which the inhabitants of “Seniora” were invited. It was a marvelous affair, due to the superb management of Mrs. Evans, and the ability of the pioneers to take orders. The following September these people, who were experienced, intelligent and reliable, saw their golden dreams coming true. With joyful hearts they resumed their burdens for the last lap of their journey, under the guidance of Lawrence Rapp, a former wagon driver. Their troubles were few and easily overcome, their guides of wide experience and nation-wide fame. The best was obtained for all their necessities. At this time nothing short of an earthquake would stop these pioneers who have successfully crossed plains, been down in the valley of discouragement, climbed the mountains of difficulty, and finally are within a short distance of the proud city of “Graduation”. What the future holds for them does not disturb them in the least, for what tribe in this whole land is more able, more competent than the Seniors of ’28? t 24 ] V. E. H.

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Old Tlokomis I, Ivan Johnson, do bequeath my supply of yells to anyone who can put pep into old N. T. H. S. I, Hilda Kennett, do bequeath my love for zoology to Pauline Gipson, providing she isn’t afraid of bugs. I, Edwin Kettelekamp, do bequeath my school girl complexion to Mervin Rapp. Use Palmolive soap. I, Harold Knecht, do bequeath my quiet ways to Victor Jachino. We, Mary and Millie Krohta, do bequeath our long hair to anyone who will promise not to cut it off. We, Roy and Ralph Lyster, do bequeath our studious ways to Adolph and Louis Klancnik. I, Emily McPherson, do bequeath my curly hair to Marie Davito. I, Agnes Morrison, do bequeath my position in the office to anyone who will promise not to eat candy. I. Lester O’Rrien. do bequeath mv physiology book to William Rrockman, providing he will enjoy it as I did. I. Frances Pallai, do bequeath my wisdom and self control to Jeannette Rhodes. I, Alice May Pannwitt, do bequeath my honorable position as Annual typist to Katharine Ronchetti, providing she doesn’t make any mistakes. I, Geraldine Pullen, do bequeath my love for N. T. H. S. to anyone who has the urge to leave as I did. I, Rachel Pope, do bequeath my many black eyes to anyone who can make good excuses. I. Leslie Pyle, do bequeath my cornet to anyone who will play for me in my old age. I, Louis Rademacher, do bequeath my popularity to Jimmie Sneddon. I, Frank Rakes, do bequeath my anti-fat recipe of diet and exercise to Arthur Husman. T. Lawrence Rarp. do bequeath my presidential office of the Senior class to any lucky Senior of 1929. I. Kenneth Robertson, do bequeath my interest in girls to Pete McKenna. I. Vivian Rosche, do bequeath my modest ways to Lillian Holmes. I, Doris Schneider, do bequeath my talkativeness to Edna Hulbert. I. Maurice Sparks, do bequeath my place in the class to anyone who can fill it. I, Cardina Schneider, do bequeath my quiet manners to Katharine Ronchetti. I, Clement Stauder, do bequeath my ability to help win “ag” contests to another good fellow. 1. Margaret Stewart, do bequeath my ability to write letters to a certain Senior of 1927 to no one. 1. Mary Tercek, do bequeath my rapidity of speech to Clara Nollman. I, Glen Triffet, do bequeath an “N” to anyone who breaks the pole-vaulting record for this school. I, Marion Wilson, do bequeath my shyness to Albert Sanuskar. I, Toyce Zimmerman, do bequeath my extra credits to anyone who is sure he needs them. Witness our hands this fifth day of June, 1928, Senior Class Ry Attorney, Elsa Henkel. Senior Class Colors—Rlue and Gold. Senior Class Flower—Yellow Rose. Senior Class Motto—“The elevator to success is not running, take the stairs.” Senior Sponsors—Miss Yackle and Mr. Rarth. I 26 ]