Oakwood High School - Acorn Yearbook (Fithian, IL)

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19 2 6 THE ACORN I, Lorine Jenkins, do will and bequeath to Mabel Dunn, my most graceful, sylph-like, slender figure. I, Lucille Liggett, do will and bequeath to Dorothy Peters, my patience and endurance in having long hair. I, Pauline McClure, do will and bequeath to Donald Ludwig, my spectacles. I, Nellie Michael, do will and bequeath to Sylvia Marion, my ability to never forget to get a lesson assignment. I, Mildred Oakwood, do will and bequeath to Clara Louise Moffitt my well cultured talent and position in the Glee Club. I, Garnett Peters, do will and bequeath to Delphin Lee, my rapidity in speed tests in typing. I, Wilma Snider, do will and bequeath to Margaret O’Hare, my beautiful, glossy, coal-black locks. I, Nora Powell, do will and bequeath to Dorothy Hill, my position as dancer in May Day programs. I, Zora Quick, do will and bequeath to Dorothy Williams, the high position whcih I have attained in pedagogy class. I, Maenette Rebmann, do will and bequeath to Nellie Jobe my process of growing long, thick, curling eyelashes. I, Pauline Rogers, do will and bequeath to Evelyn Dalbey, my position as joke editor of the Acorn. I, Mildred Sullivan, do will and bequeath to Wintress Douglas, my vast amount of erudition laborously gained at O. T. H. S. I, Ruth Swaim, do will and bequeath to Lena Reeves, my position as center of the Girls’ Basketball Class Team. I, Celma Swaim, do will and bequeath to Layton Liggett, the keys to the Library. I, Lavon Thompson, do will and bequeath to Anna Powell, my neatness I and good taste in selecting clothes. In witness whereof we do hereunto set our hand and seal to this the twenty-eighth day of May, nineteen hundred twenty-six. —Seniors of ’26. Witnesses: Miss Goodwin, Vinson Gritten ’27, Richard Freeman ’28, Evelyn Dalbey ’29. Page Twei.iy-five

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19 2 6 THE ACORN Senior Class Prophesy We sat before the campfire flames And in our memories saw these names Our prophecy, how strange doth seem Has spun itself into this scheme. What do you think the book of fate Has promised “Kenny” in years of late, On every dirty street we see Him sweeping for his daily fee. In yonder field a plowing there We find Edgar so bright and fair It seems but a few years ago We saw him in the Senior row. David so bashful in high school days Has suddenly changed his timid ways, And now we find him at U. of I. To make up for the days gone by. Claud, our athlete so big and strong Has left our class it seems not long, But in large cities far away As some professional he doth play. Up in the clouds we see him fly With those great wings a whizzin’ by, And as a carrier of U. S. mail, To little “Runt” we all must hail. Ralph so happy, so handsome, so gay. Through studious books in working his way And some day, an orator we’ll be able to hear The youth we remember from our Senior year. Kelly, we all know is a tall, thin wonder And as a high jumper we see him out yonder, But in his dear school days we all ought to know His athletic ability he never did show. Who is that out yonder, preaching so loud? It seems he is drawing a very large crowd; Now I recollect as his mouth he holds still. It is Harry, our minister who talks on the hill. Gertrude, a school m’arm has turned out to be Helping the kiddies so tiny and wee, But later in years this same girl we see A-doing her housework and happy is she. Page Twenty-seven