Paris High School - Arena Yearbook (Paris, IL)

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THE STUDENT O’er P. H. S. the sky is blue, The student loafs and lolls about. He’s nothin? in this world to do. And does it fairly well no doubt; For High School students aren’t inclined To honest work of any kind. The wine, class spirit, oft’ he drinks. And fancies it extremely good; And when thru it he cuts high jinks. Before a Faculty he’s stood; I think it must be rather hard To find excuses by the yard. Sometimes an athlete strong is he. And runs a couple of miles or so: While eager watchers yell with glee: 2:59: that’s not so slow;’’ And talk of golden medals fat And loving cups and things like that. The student leads a stirring life And always is a would-be-good And care free youth in eager strife By tutors grim are understood. Then, have your fling for pleasure’s sake. For overwork's a sad mistake. Ira Alie». ’10.

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poor “crawdads,” “fishing worms.” cats” and other members of the zoological family, whom the Sophomores pitilessly slaughtered in cold blood. In fact, “The quality of mercy was not strained. But the slaughter of dumb creatures was not the only achievement of this remarkable class. They arose in their might and proceeded to win great hon- ors on the athletic field. They even made the overbearing Juniors tremble for the welfare of their unsurpassed record. They formed a Basketball team and other organizations, which, though they did not win many laurels that year, gave promise of the futurp greatness of the Class of ’10. When the next school year began, this enthusiastic class entered, confident of doing justice to their name. But behold, seven new members had advanced from out the wilds of Edgar county and had decided to cast their lot with the Juniors of P. H. S. These did much toward uplifting the class and it was partly by their aid that the Juniors were able to accomplish these things which they had begun the previous year. In fact, their victories were greater than they had anticipated. In Athletics, they won many victories. Among their number was the champion runner who gained fame for himself and his class by winning the half-mile at Eastern Illinois. They furnished the Captain of the Basket- ball Team, the Foot Ball Team and many other worthy members of these worthy organizations. Nor must we forget the girls, who at this time were attacked by the basketball spirit and organized two teams, which played no outside games, but which, we are confident, would have done honor to their school if they had been given the chance. But greatest of all the events of this noteworthy year was the declaration that two Junior boys. had. by their superior skill in debate and oratory, proved them solves worthy des'iptes of Demos- thenes and Cicero, and had won over the too-confident Seniors, a victory that will long be remembered in the annab of the school. So. when this proud, victorious class left the school in June, they felt that their work for the year had been accom- plished. They had had their enjoyments and their victories and through all this had not neglected to startle their teachers by their superior intellect and had come out, as Seniors, with flying colors. Now, as Seniors the ranks have considerably thinned, but still thirty-six loyal members remain to perpetuate the fame of their class. They still succeed in winning Athletic honors, their victories this year, having been greater than ever before. They have displayed their loyalty to '10. for more than once have their colors flaunted on the topmost bough of the lofty trees about the school yard, or have waved triumphantly from the highest summit of the building. They are willing to admit that they have done wrong, for they are but human. They have sorely tried the hearts of their beloved instructors but have compensated for this by the pranks with which they have entertained the teachers in the assembly room. They have endeavored to set an example for their younger school-fellows and because of this, will be sorely missed. But though gone, they will not be forgotten and their names as a model class will be remembered and praised by succeeding ages. And now they stand knocking at the door of the future, seeking a path to success, whereby they may show their genius and their great, though hidden, talents.

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CLASS PROPHECY T was in the autumn of 1911 and Miss Howell, our revered and esteemed Latin teacher, personally con- ducted the ex-Seniors of Paris High School to the cave of the Sibyl. We were anxious to know what was in store for us in future years, so with palpitating hearts and shaking knees we proceeded on our way to the Sibyl’s cave. As we came into an open place ir. the woods, where the gloomy and desolate cave was visible, several of the more cowardly of the Seniors became frightened and with gasping sobs and tearful eyes entreated Miss Howell to permit them to return home to their mothers. Hut our chaperon was obdurate and sternly refused to excuse anyone. Finally after much toil and exertion. Miss Howell succeeded in driving us into the cave. Opening a heavy door, the leaves on the floor rustled and muttered and the bats whizzed about in the semi-darkness. The two Beall sisters became very nervous when they perceived the winged leaves; but their fright was nothing in comparison with the terror of Myrtle Rahcl when the Sybil’s black cat actually began to whistle. “A wonderful man was Caesar.” Then the wonder of wonders! Mysteriously before us stood the Sibyl. We could only stare at her with fascinated eyes while she boxed the cat's ears to make him stop whist- ling. Then she turned her awful glance upon us in a way that reminded us of the ever-seeing eyes of Mr. Jones. We shrank back in affright, but Miss Howell, who is equal to every occasion and is afraid of nothing, addressed the Sibyl with unfaltering voice and stated our reasons for coming to her abode. The Sibyl said nothing in reply, but began to mutter unintelligible words, while she filled a huge cauldron in the most remote corner of the cavern with spiders’ legs, toads, lizards and white mice. Fortunately, the contents of the cauldron were soon hoiling, so there need lx? no delay in learning what the future held for us. But alas! no one was willing to be the first one to hear his fate. In vain Miss Howell urged and entreated us to make haste. At last, after successive punches administered by the hand of our brave president. Walter Bond, Beryl Black succeeded in tottering toward the cauldron The Sibyl immediately burst forth in a prophetic strain. You will win success as a professional ball-player. Your path through the foot-ball field of life will not be with- out bumps and tumbles and you will l»e forced to hobble on crutches most of the time, but otherwise, your career will be free from care. Then Beryl, with a sigh of relief, departed to break the news to his fond parents. After Beryl had vanished from the scene. Elbert Hargis raised his courage to the sticking point and hopped up