Oakwood High School - Acorn Yearbook (Fithian, IL)

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H---------------------------------------------THE Smith, who was managing the Blue Bonnet ranch in that state. It took us about a week to cross the Atlantic Ocean. After landing in Cherbough, April 29. and while waiting transportation to take us to a base hospital somewhere in France, imagine our surprise when we met our old friend. ACORN------------------------------------------ Darter Myers. We demanded that he give an account of himself and he told us that he was engaged in some mechanical work in connection with trying out a new gun that was to be used in the army. We had no time to learn anything further as our train was coming and we were forced to hasten on rejoicing. G. S., '18.

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+• THE ACORN ■+ The Senior Class Prophecy this city ?TER graduating with the Senior Class of 1918, I took a course in nursing in New York, thereby preparing myself for a Red Cross nurse for the battle fields of Europe. While I was studying in happened to meet, by accident, two of my most intimate class-mates of O. T. H. S., Anna Fithian and Lillie Burton, who were also training for nurses. I was overcome with joy to think that we should meet in such a strange way and especially in a strange city. We began at once talking about the good times we had enjoyed together at O. T. H. S.; of course I inquired about all the 1918 graduates as it had been several years since I had seen any of them. They first informed me that Francis Andrews was studying music at a Music Academy in Rome; and that Forest Feeler was running a dairy farm in Iowa, with some of the finest cattle on the market. They also stated that they had attended a show in one of the theaters in New York City and had seen “Doc” Smith playing the role of “Charlie Chaplin”. They made several remarks about his excellent talent as an actor. I began at once asking questions about the other members but they told me that they knew nothing of their whereabouts. So then we began planning our trip abroad, also hoping at the same time that we might have the good fortune of working together “over there”. Our transport left New York City, April 20, 1922. One evening as we three girls were eating dinner in the dining room of the ship, a young man dressed in a suit of khaki came up to us and said ,“Why don’t you nurses salute a Sammy?” To our surprise there stood our 1918 class president, William Meade. We were overwhelmed with joy to think that we should meet in this manner. After the excitement was over we began talking about our old friends. He told us that Marion Oakwood who had married Merl Alexander while attending school, was now living in San Francisco where her husband was president of one of the leading banks of that city. She herself was very prominent in the music circles. He also stated that Darrel Hanley was professor in Physics at the O. T. H. S. We next inquired about our great basketball player, Ivan Nieman, but Meade informed us that he had not seen “Nim” for a long time. However, he had recently received a letter from him which stated that he was training with the aviation corps at Kelly Field, Texas, and was expecting to be in France in a very short time. The letter went on to say that he had met Denzil [29] 0. T. H. S. ’18 +«

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THE ACORN + The Class Will Realizing that our days are numbered and also taking for granted that after our departure there will probably be numerous disputes over our vast and priceless estate, we the members of the Senior Class of O. T. H. S., County of Vermilion, State of Illinois, do publish and declare this to be our last will and testament. We, the Senior Class, do will and bequeath to Geo. B. Weisiger the right to make all the school rules he wishes. To Mr. Albee, the duty of yelling at basketball games. To Miss Torrence, the humor obtained from reading all the essays Emerson has written. To Miss Stevenson, permission to “fire” all the Seniors out of the Library at any time. To Miss Reinbach, our great singing ability. To the Juniors, our ability to accomplish things. To the Sophomores, the sole privilege of looking after Senior affairs. To the Freshmen, our extensive vocabularies. I, Gladys Strong, do will and bequeath to Arnold McKinley my humor and giggles. I, William Meade, do will and bequeath to Charles En-dicott the right to talk to the Freshmen girls at recess. I, Marion Oakwood, do will and bequeath to Mildred Fithian the right to wear a diamond ring on the third finger of the left hand. I, Darrell Hanley, do will and bequeath to Dave Fowler my ability to keep from being tired at all times. I, Ralph Thompson, do will and bequeath to Irene Berkeley my bashfulness. I, Lillie Burton, do will and bequeath to Arizona Jones my many heartaches. I, Walter Smith, do will and bequeath to Emma Warner my art of being all-wise and funny. I, Cletis Myers, do will and bequeath to Dewey Hill my bluffing ability. I, Anna Fithian, do will and bequeath to Guy Ludwig my quick temper. [31] 0. T. H. S. ’18 •+