Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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24 1 'he L'axton II ink School lief lector Marie Newman—“The Master’s Violin.” Pearl Holy. ‘Tale of Two C ties.” Mamie Finch—‘The Gypsy.” I-atin III. IV. -“Pools’ Errand.” Clyde Carter—“Little Lord Fauntle-roy.” Lola Kelly—“Prudence.” Lucile Moore— The Flirt. Florence Martin “All’s Well That Ends Well.” Ethel Kelly—“The Broken Heart.” Chet Westlund—“The Story of a Bad Boy.” Ruth and Ruby Flora—“The Heavenly Twins.” Gladys Kellog—Wells “Algebra.” Birdie Sackett—“Love is Enough”. Laura Strong—“An Old Fashioned Girl.” Perle .Johnson—“Skeleton in Armor.” Gladys Corbly— ‘Essay On Love.” Clarence Danielson — The Other Wise Man.” Eva Swan “The Coos» Girl. Laura Hammerstrand “Laura. My Darling.” Lora LaFarre—“Divine Comedy.” Dorothy Smith—“William and B;ll”. Harriet Hamm and Robitine Fuller “Sense anf| Sensibility.” Flossie Steele—“Alfred the Great.” LaVorne Archer—“Rip Van Winkle.” When telling the story cf the Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come in American Lit. class, Flossie S. had just come to the exciting part in the love scene between Chad and Margaret. Whereupon she innocently enough remarked, “Well, now I guess we will leave them alone until tomorrow,”— which remark seemed to tickle the fan y of the class, and served to cre- ate a greater desire for the remainder of the story, at l ast for some of the hearers. During the three weeks previous to the Christmas vacation, the Senior literature class enjoyed a helpful and agreeable variation from the usual routine of class work. This consisted of short talks by the members of the class. The subjects were chosen from the minor writers of the first and sec-and National Periods of American Literature. All the talks showed a considerable amount of preparat'on. and in general were very well given. Some were especially interest ng because the members of the class were quite familiar with some of the works of the authors. Others of the talks were made attractive by synopses of the authors’ works, or by the reading of short stories and poems. While the speakers did not express as much appreciation of the authors as might have been the case, this was due more to the lack of experience, in the expression of appreciation than to the lack of feeling. A few of the students received a grade of 95 per cent on their talks. Echoes from the Typewriting Room. “DARN!! I’ve spoiled my perfect copy and I was writing the last line! “Who’s been monkeying with this machine?” “I’d like to know who has been swiping my paper!” “Do you suppose ‘Biz’ will noFice this little mistake? “Everybody shut up- -I’m writing a perfect copy! “Where’s “Biz”? Th's machine is on the Mink”.

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The Paxton High School Reflector 25 Mr. Elmer, “What did the revenue create?” Pearl H„ “A panic.” Mr. Funkhouaer, “Well, Gladys, theit? aren’t any hard feelings about this; you can’t quarrel with me.” Pet, “No, I don’t want to. either.” Tuesday. December 22nd, the Senior Literature Class was honored by the pr sence of a number of visitors: Florence Cruzen, Miriam Rockwell, Herbert Swanson and Carl Fagerburg all graduates of 1914. Miss Elder Swanson, our former mathematics teacher, was present also. She is now teaching in Calumet, Mich. From the figures which “Goat” draws in Solid Geometry, we fully believe that in some pre-historic age he must have been an inmate of some Art Institute. Perle J. (Am. Lit.) He expressed h's desire to marry her and she soon died.” Miss Gourley (German IV., hunting at meaning of word) ’Oh. the plural of good!” Chet. W.: “Better.” Miss Bisbee (physiology—regarding lesson on sound), What is the difference between the sound of whispering in the Assembly Room and yelling on the playground? Alma C. (Senior) In one case you get called down and in the other you don’t. Mildred S. said she wanted a sweater just like Howard’s for Christmas, because his was so warm. During the absence of M;ss Gourley one Oi the members of the German IV. class did the teaching. The guests left as (he clock struck twelve after spun ling a pleasant hour together. Light rtfreshments were served and all went home saying they had a fine time. The Chemistry class nearly had a flood when one of the water pipes burst, but a serious accident was avoided by the timely work of Mr. Papineau. Some suggested building an ark—but alas, children, the days of Noah are past. .Jamie, like Mark Twain, when questioned concerning the eternal destiny of his friends, refuses to answer, be-l.eving he will have friends in both places. The German IV. class think Room 5 must be haunted. One day snow rises out of holes in the floor; the next water pours through the ceiling. It will no doubt surprise many of our readers to learn that the Seniors are all directly connected with the literature of the world. We find them to be intimately associated with the very best types in the manner follow ing: Alma Cratz—“Gregg Speed Writer”. Mary Hagens—“The Sweet Girl Graduate.” Jamie Kerr—“Daddy Long Legs.” Gladys Robo—“Freckles.” Marie Barnes and Agda Anderson— •innocents Abroad. Mildred Smith—“A Girl in a Thousand.” Bertha Fagerburg— Modem Pris cilia.”

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The Paxton High School lief lector 25 A Junior Parody. (Construction of Stanzas from Barber, Barber, Shave a Pig.) and Sam. Found—A Junior I like pretty well. Clarence Danielson. (By Agnes Anderson) Teacher, teacher, have a heart, When you know we are not smart; Do not give us poems to write, Or long stanzas to recite. When it comes to a short story We come forth in all our glory, Till it's read before them all Then we feel, so very small. Teacher, teacher, have a heart. If you’ll help, we’ll do our part. Ask us common things to do And we sure will favor you. Lost and Found Column. lx st—My temper. Bill Westbrook. No reward. Ix)st—A haircut. H. W. Garnet. Reward optional. Ix st—Several hearty laughs. Return to “Matt O’Dell.” Dost—Cicero translation books. Return to Miss Gourley. Reward: several good grades. lx st—My balance in physics. Albert Ludlow. Lost—One year’s growth, owing to frigidity of room ten: physics class. No reward offered, for it is gone forever. Found—Myself lacking in geometry. Ray Smith. Found—Where gum belongs. Puck A Skating Accident. It was'in the dead of winter. In the very dead of winter That a crowd of merry lassies When their irksome school was over. Started out with joyous chatter Bent on pleasure, bent on skating On the shining big lake Johnson In the east end of the city. Soon the air was filled with laughter Filled with shouting and hallowing. As they glided past each other. Thus the merry games continued. No one dreaming of disaster. Suddenly there came a cracking. Cracking of the ice beneath them: And the merry shouts and laughter Turned to screams and groans of terror, An 1 the day's fun thus was ended. Truly 'twas a sorry party That was seen to leave Lake Johnson With wet feet and wetter clothing. They went home in mournful silence And resolved ne’er to go skating. Skating on the big I ake Johnson In the east end of the city. —Aurel Henderson. TO. An Apology. I do not bring to English class, The share of work that’s mine But all my writing up to this Has been exceeding fine. —Alan McCracken.