O'Fallon Township High School - Panther Yearbook (O'Fallon, IL)

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MEMINI ’22 “Class Will” SECTION I. We, the Senior class members, being of sound mind and in possession, as yet, of all our facilities do hereby make this our last will and testament to-wit: I, Bernetta Schilling, will my marcel wave and powder puff to Viola Weis- mann, providing she does not use it too excessively. I, Irene Powell, will my ability to follow in the footsteps of Bernetta to her brother Raymond. I, Carrie Glenn, do hereby bequeath my ability to drive a car to Clarence Hesse providing he observes the speed law. I, Julia Harwick, bequeath everything I possess that is, of any value, ex- cept the ring which I wear on the third finger on the left hand to Cornelia Hobein. I, Lucile Koehler, will my Arkansas drawl to Irene Keck. I, Ella Luckner, do hereby bequeath my height to Harry Rapp. I, Katie McNulty, will my Irish smile and wit to Marcel Frederick. I, Helen Cohen, bequeath my ability to Dolly Walk to Irene Wessel. I, Verla Scott do hereby bequeath the editorship of the Memini to the next unlucky soul who gets it. I, Melvin Brewer, will my dignity and high-powered vocabulary to Edison Reeder. I, George Harrow, bequeath my tasteful dress and way with the ladies to Howard Vallow. I, Elmer Yanda, will my ability to seem innocent in my own home town to Carl Corbier. I, Herschel Willhite, bequeath my soft melodious voice to Harold Proffit. Signed, this 30th day of May, 1922, by the aforesaid guardian spirit of the Senior class. 1. I. WILLPASS, 2. U. DONTFLUNKME, 3. C. OURSMOKE. Twenty-three

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MEMINI ’22 Senior Class History The sounding of the old school bell on the fifth day of September in the year 1918, brought a note of joy to the hearts of thirty-two boys and girls, who were on that day to make their debut into High School life. Large were our number, great were our talents, but greatest of all was our determination to overcome the difficulties and perplexities that arise at the beginning of the march thiough High School. A feeling of terror seized us as we marched into the assembly hall and saw the smiling faces of all the upper classmen turned in our direction, but we soon grew accus- tomed to our new surroundings and settled down to hard study. As Freshmen have always done since the beginning of time, we made many blunders and mistakes but the end of the first year, found us much wiser and better prepared to begin our second year’s work. Our Sophomore year started successfully, but the roll call showed us that a few of the class had not returned. This year was destined to give us greater advantages, than the preceding year, as our school had become a Township High School and we resolved to make the most of this opportunity. We worked with diligence and felt that we could be justly proud of the high grades on our report cards. We did not fail to take part in the social and athletic life of the school, our class being represented in the B. B. games and sports of all kinds helping to win many victories. Thus ended the second year of the class of ’22. It was with a feeling of sadness that we found only sixteen members of our once large class, coming back as Juniors. Constant companionship in the journey through school life, brings a bond of friendship not easily broken. With regret we saw the other members leave our ranks no more to be with the class of ’22. Our first great thrill as Juniors came when we journeyed to Belleville to have our pictures taken for the annual. The Junior-Senior banquet was also a source of great joy to us and we spent many hours preparing for it, but felt amply repaid when we heard it voted a great success. Almost before we realized the fact, our Junior year had passed and as Seniors wre came back to spend the last year in the dear old Township High. The end of our school life is drawing to a close, soon we will graduate and next year be absent from ranks in which we have so long held a place. Under the guidance of the present superintendent and faculty it has been the most profitable year of all. We, as a class, resolve to do our best as we travel the various pathways of life, by act, words and deeds to bring honor to our school and teachers who have helped us thus far on this road to knowledge. Time will never obliterate from our minds the pleasant memories of the last four years. May we strive to attain the top rung of the ladder of success, which we believe can be done if we ever keep before us our motto: “By our own efforts we hope to rise.” Twenty-two

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MEMINI ’22 Class Prophecy In a cozy bungalow, sat two friends, Miss Lucile Koehler and Miss Cairie Glenn, talking about their High School Days. “What do you say about having a class reunion,’’ asked Lucile. “Oh! do, we haven’t had a reunion since we left school in 1922.” “I suppose, we had better get busy and write the invitations.” “When will we have it?” “I think we will have it on our tenth grad- uation anniversary which will be May 31st.” “All right, I will get some paper so we can write a copy of an invita- tion to send to the engraver.” “Now that is done.” Carrie, picking up the telephone receiver, “Give me Kin. 4321.” “This is Miss Carrie Glenn, 2701 Grand Avenue. I want twenty-five copies of the following made: “Carrie Glenn and Lucile Koehler invite you to tea On Tuesday, May the thirty-first, nineteen thirty-three, This will be a great ieunion for the class of twenty-two To recall our dear old school days and friendships to renew, If you are marired biing your family of this pleasure to paitake, Tho’ you be old maid or bachelor, please be tnere for old times sake.’ “Can you have them finished by April 15.” “All right, good-bye.” “I can haidly wait to see all my dear classmates, can you, Carrie?” “Let’s name over the list, there is Mr. Melvin Biewer, the noted artist. “Elmer Yanda, the athlete. “Mr. George Darrow, the governor. “Mr. Herschel Willhite, the architect. “Those are the boys of our class. Now for the gills. “Mrs. Joe Duncan, “Miss Irene Powell, the noted actress. “Miss Bernetta Schilling, who is a hair dresser. “Miss Helen Cohen, a toe dancer. “Miss Ella Luckner, a librarian. “Miss Katie McNulty, secretary to Governor Darrow. “Miss Verla Scott, an opera star. That is all because we have named eleven and we two make thirteen. There followed preparations for that eventful night. Finally the day of May 31st arrived. “Is everything ready?” asked Carrie of Lucile. “Everything.” “There goes the door bell, I will answer it.” “Come right in, Julia, I mean Mrs. Duncan.” “Am I early?” asked Julia. “Not in the least.” “Come, go answer the door bell.” “Can it be the Governor, and his Secretary airived from Springfield?” Twenty-four