Parsons High School - Norseman Yearbook (Parsons, KS)

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To entm'tain'Seniors. we could not refuse. 'i So at games and the picture shows, too, ' Candy you bought, our low funds to renew. And lo, one night, in masquerade The Juniors went forth in, parade. But' the crowning event of all the year, , Was the reception to Seniors, our classmates dear With a Japanese play, the evening was spent And voting it fun, at last homeward went. It was fall in the year of '17 When forty-five Seniors as students, were found. We had passed the stage of Freshies green, And as Sophomores or Juniors ne'er were seen. Our motto, We can, we will, we do, Has brought us safely and soundly through. It was Hallowwe'en for the Seniors gay, When kiddies we played in the gym. The girls served banquets, sold aprons many And gave the Annual every penny. All will recall Junior-Senior day Crowned by our giving the Senior play. For leader and editor we chose Don, And as after hard work we needed fun, We hied ourselves tothe woods one day, Cut classes and fled, taking Chick McCray. You know the rest. In books you have read How the Seniors always have wept and said Their departing from dear P. H. S. Was filled with sadnessg But the crown of success Will follow us out in the world, to share Our knowledge with others everywhere. And, through our history, to the last, In the hour of darkness and trouble and need Our teachers, we thank for their kindness, indeed. -Gladys Canfield. 20 if f5i1fz.fi..s...-'s+1x.1'f1. .xr 541'-in1i:.gZi'.'EaTQ,L:..vi , 1 :....-its a - . .wie

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Qilass Zlaistnrp Listen, my classmates, and you shall hear All the story of our school career, On the fourteenth September of 1914, Hardly a person forgets having seen Assembled the Freshmen, Oh! so green. We said to our teachers, If we be good And get our lessons as Freshies should, May we have a roast, at the Bluffs some night And all have a frolie by campfire light? But later on at the end of the year A trouble came to the Freshmen dear, Ready to pass to Sophomore year. Exams, however, weie quickly done, And then we were ready for Sophomore one. We said, Hurrah, and with earnest aim, Steadily worked at the Soph'more game Just as all Soph'mores have done before. We chose for leader the brave Arthur, John Old we chose for Vice-President, With Ruth as steward, our cash was spent, And Catharine fair, her assistance lent As Recorder of Deeds. And wrotelfor us, too, Whatever the class decided to do. Meanwhile, impatient for lots of fun, Laden with baskets of weinies and buns, We went forth to the park. A hay-rack ride Was the next great joy on the list. And never a chance for fun was missed. Then at Vance's we had a party gay In honor of Washington's natal day. We were soon the best of all Junior classes There were twenty lads and thirty-five lasses. Arthur told us he soon would resign And that a new leader we must find. Next a skinny athlete we chose, To help us through our trials and woes, And Carl, our gallant Art succeeded, And Raymond was there when he was needed Catharine again was made our scribe And Ruth began to collect the tithe And peace for a time reigned over all. But mostly, when Juniors, we thought of dues, 19

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Glass Ulflhlill With the knowledge that our last day approaches, we, the Seniors of '18, being in perfect health and mind, do make and ordain this our last will and testimony: All our class dues, pledges, and annual charges being paid, we give and bequeath our class properties as follows: Our quiet, orderly class meetings to the Class of '19 with the admoni- tion that their memory be not profaned. Our ability to hatch great schemes and keep a placid exterior to the Class of '20. ' And our quiet, retiring sponsors do we leave to be clasped to the bosoms of the unsuspecting Class of '21. Also, we, the undersigned, do bequeath our dearest personal possess- ions as follows, to-wit: Because he is so fond of Towers do I, Mary Anderson, bequeath to Socks Reasor my towering height. My raven black hair and modest deportment, do I, Wilda Arnett, bequeath to Ruth Dearth. I, Estella Barnes, will my stubbornness to Mildred Tillman. I, Marie Bero, leave my graceful winsomeness to Kathryn Saylor. I, Gertrude Briggs, will my dashing, brilliant recitations to Gilberta Woodruff. I, Robert Boecker, bequeath my silver tongue to Shirley Daigh. My utter lack of Pep do I, Helen Burt, leave to my worthy success- or, Margaret White. I, Lewis Campbell, bequeath my flirtatious manner to my friend, Jesse Smith. I, Gladys Canfield, will my sweet, amiable disposition to Miss Reding. I, Gladys Corbett, leave my ability as an original letter writer to Evelyn Gregg. I, Anna Colean, bequeath my I's in class room work to Jessie Cav- anaugh. Being well up in the world, I, Buford Daigh, yield this social prestige to my rival, Arthur Hecox. I, Oral Dalbey, bequeath my pigmy proportions to Edna Felton. I, Ella Dick, leave my chances of becoming a Sharp to whosoever can outrun me. I, Donovan Dryden, leave my fame as a chapel speaker to my obvious successor, Carl Hoffman. His words were simple words enough, And yet he used them so, That what in other mouths was rough In his seemed musical and low. I, Mary Evans, leave my calm and collected manner to my twin, Jewell Harris. I, Louise Flynn, leave my magnetic personality to Elizabeth Noyes. I, Ida Freshman, will my dimples and golden hair to Carol Staples, with the caution to use lemon juice on both. I, Carl Harshfield, leave my scrub work on the team to Click Clark. 21