Norfolk High School - Milestone Yearbook (Norfolk, NE)

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umimin 1920 Milpsfono iiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiimiimimiiiiimii Last Will and Testament of The Class of 1920. We, the Senior Class of Norfolk High School, in solemn conclave assembled, being of sound minds and memories and considering the uncertainty of this frail and transitory life, do therefore make, ordain, publish and declare this to be our last Will and Testament: First, we order and direct that our Executors, the Junior Class hereinafter named, pay all our just debts and graduation expenses as soon after our decease as conveniently may be. Second, after all payment of such graduation expenses and debts we devise, and bequeath the following: To the Faculty we leave our good advice which we together have amassed since our debut in high school. To the Junior Class we leave our good reputation, our “pull” with the Faculty and our unexcelled ability in theatricals knowing that they need these (especially the latter) badly. To our beloved sister class the Sophomores we leave our success in Junior-Senior banquets. We also leave with them the joy of editing the “Milestone” with all the glories, troubles and brainstorms therein involved. To the Freshmen we bequeath nothing but our sympathy. Little do they know of the weary trail through high School. Beresford Beck hereby gives, devises and makes over to Hadley Kelsey all his ability of making two thousand horse power “Midget” racers in the certainty that Hadley might acquire enough speed to finish school. Blanche Broadstone would hand down to Lillian Kennerson her quiet unassuming manner fearing that this young lady will need it in the years to come. James Connely after much hesitation has decided to will to Guy Best that excess popularity with the girls which he now possesses. Joanna Roberts leaves to any girl who merits it her good looks and her ‘ leads in class plays. Leroy Clements gladly leaves all No-Hi-So publications with George Schel-ly. He also wills to Ernest Foster the inestimable privilege of answering all early morning phone calls. To Lawton Phinney he leaves his success in dramatics. Ed Schram says that he won’t leave nothin’ to nobodv. It has taken him too long to get what he has got and he needs it all. Edith Davidson most hastily leaves to Beulah Cullins her “gift of gab” in all assemblies. To Dorothy Witters she leaves her powers of salesmanship Max Winter has decided not to will any of his “N’s.” He leaves to all the r reshmen the chance to win as many as he now possesses. Dorothy Brown would hand down to Margaret Allen her smiles fearing that to remove them from the school atmosphere would be fatal to its efficiency Dolores Carlin bequeaths to Dorothy Drebert her “baby doll” eyes. I cggy Andiess bequeaths to Amy Jacox her man. She does not know that she has one but being accused of such a crime wishes to rid herself of any grounds of suspicion. Vincent Coyle leaves his habit of industry to any one that needs it. Mae O’Gorman, Carrie Boyle and Mae Morris leave all their unused activ-ities to Marion Barkhuft, Kathleen Hoffman and Blanche Earwood respectively. Jay Hepperly leaves his “stand in with the teachers to Elmer McGinnis with the hope that it will be of use to him. Ambyr Deuel and Bernice Fitch will their wonderful abundance of golden locks to Frances Keyes that she may become the “Mary Pickford” of N. H. S Helen Donisthorpe leaves with Leota Daughtery her love for Cadweil as she is glad to be relieved of this acquisition. mu1111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111111 .i in1111111111111111n1111111111111111n11111111111111111j7TT

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inminitmiini.....minium.......mi..................... 1920 Ililestone minium Class History, 1920. ®ELL, son,” said an old timer one day, “so you have been chosen to write your high school class history. Your class, no doubt, has had quite a history, but I doubt very much if it can in any way compare with the class history of the historic class of 1920 of the Norfolk High School.” “Tell me something of that class, Dad; I never get tired listening to your high school experiences.” Well, as I have told you many times, we had what is acknowledged to be the best class ever graduated from that fine old school. We started our Freshman year with an enrollment of about ninety members, every one as green as any freshman ever was. “Soon after getting started, our class advisor, Miss Waters, called us together and we elected Gertrude Madsen, president of the class, Dorothy Crosier, vice president, and Clarence Kellogg, secretary and treasurer. “The first social event was on the evening when the Sophomores entertained us. A pie-eating contest was the chief event of the evening. Speeches by the class officers were made. “Then we had a party all of our own, and we certainly felt dignified. “The second semester our numbers were increased to about one hundred and twenty. We, the first semester Freshies, gave a big party entertaining the new Freshies and the Sophomores. This was our last social event as Freshies. “As Sophomores we elected Charlotte Mathewson, president, Jeanette Mayer, vice president, and Katherine Booth, secretary and treasurer. Our sponsor for the first semester was Miss Snyder; she left to be married and we chose Miss Munkoff to fill her place. We were again left alone when she resigned her position as teacher, so we chose Miss Sullivan for the rest of the year. “We had three big times this year: We entertained the Freshies, and had farewell parties for each of our departing sponsors. “In our Junior year our number had decreased to about forty students. We chose Leroy Clements, president, Viva Tutt, vice president, and Joanna Roberts, secretary and treasurer. Our big party the first semester was the Junior masquerade party at which the Seniors were uninvited guests. Then we had a hare and hound hunt with the seniors, and gave them a good feed afterwards. Our Junior play, “The Time of His Life,” was the success of the sea-son. “The Junior-Senior banquet that we served the Seniors, will never be forgotten, but that is a story in itself so I will only mention it now. “As Seniors, (of course our last year will be the best remembered), we elected Vincent Coyle, president, Jay Hepperly, vice president, and Charlotte Craven, secretary and treasurer. Our first party was a “Hard Times party held in the High School. It was a great success; and was the party given by Miss Hyde for the Seniors on Leicester’s birthday soon after. Then came the Junior-Senior hare and hound race. Of course the Juniors didn t find us, and we enjoyed a good feed at their expense. One of the biggest events took place when we had a progressive party; Leroy Clements, Eva O’Neill and Viva Tutt in succession entertaining the class. Seniors also did their part nobly on a box social to send our boys to the basketball tournament. “Perhaps, son, your days in school have been quite different, but 1 think, and don’t you too, that those I have just related to you could compare favorably with every other account of its sort? Don’t you think that fathers High School days were a success?” ..................................................................... »» ................................................

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......... l(J20 Milestone flfiiiiinn Elma Huebner anxiously bequeaths to Charlotte Beverly her vampy eyes Vesta Kenney leaves her Elite fashion plate clothes to Carrie Rosenthal. Oliver Iviesau and Albert Kendall gladly leave behind some of their excess energy and spare time to Maurice Carter and Ed Kell trusting thus to assist these busy boys. Dee Moore leaves his ability to make high school in three years to John Allen. Jeanette Mayer wills to Dorothy Campbell her jitney service license trusting that Dorothy will make as good use of it as she did. Charlotte Craven bequeaths to Clarice Castle her position as accompanist for the glee clubs. Eva O’Neil leaves her naturally curly hair to Florence Seder as curling irons are disastrous to beauty. Grace Raymond and Lucile Probert bequeath their dignified manner and behavior to Luree Evans and Veda Rees. Viva Tutt donates her faculty for carrying eight subjects to Jean South and Josephine Maylard. Philip Rice wishes to leave behind for Gordan Hurlbert his “ethiopian dialect.” Clyde Sanford bequeaths his ever ready excuse to Paul Pyche. Elmer Kennard wills to every-other-girl in high school the memory of at least one date with him. LaVeme Schiebe with sighs of relief bequeaths to Harvey Nelson and Everret Barrett her duties of checking up the school. Ruth Taft gladly gives to Adella Wenrick, Earl Bohl. Ruth is confident that she has mesmerized him and it is idle folly to care where he goes. Gertrude Kendall wishes to bestow upon Leora Klug her art of using the lorgnette in theatricals when playing dignified roles. Lois Platt grants cheerfully her “giggle” to Gwendolyn Ahlman having been told that it denotes fickleness and becoming desirous of forsaking such childish follies now that she feels old age creeping upon her. Leicester Hyde with deep regrets submits his art in burlesque to Lloyd Higgenbotham and to Everett Isaacson he grants all of his managerial abilities. Last we make, constitute and appoint the Junior Class to be Executors of this our last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former wills made bv us in N. H. S. In Witness Whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our seal, the day of May 20 in the year of our Graduation, one thousand nine hundred and twenty. Miss Hayes Mr. E. Keester Senior High School days are over for Seniors, Sad, sad, words to relate, For oh, these halls of learning, We certainly loathe to forsake. The treasured memories and fancies That carry us back o’er the past, Seem to recall and enhance The days that pass so fast. The joys and sorrows that filled them, All rush to us o’er and o’er, And we long for the days that used to be, We long for them more and more. Farewell. But every rose must have it’s thorn. And so we find it here, Depart from that we fondly cherish, And the things we hold most dear. Our pathway lies outstretched afar, Plainly marked for us, we fear, We all must enter the school of life Before the dawn of another year. To the four winds we’ll be scattered, North, South, East and West, But our thoughts will wander backward, To the place we love the best. millllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll 2' HIHUIIIIIIIIIIIIII............III!......Illlllllllllllll.........