Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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A RESOLUTION. 20 'Twas the night before “old mid-semesters,” And everything was then quite still. As I sat at my desk by the window, And studied away with a will. The next think I knew I was drowsy, I could for no reason stop now. For the morrow would show if I'd studied— To the will of my teachers I bow. I then heard a voice close beside me, I know you, my dear, Oh, fo well, So if you’ll just heed for a moment. I’ll talk to you now, for a spell.” “You’ll never get thru without flunking— You never did get tens so bold, You gained only fifties and sixties. You know not the nines’ weight in gold. Now, if next semester you’ll study. And do then the best that you can. You’ll never be sorry you labored For you’ll ‘live through’ every exam. I answered: I thank you so kindly, Aal I’ll work more than ever before. I’ll study so hard next semester I’ll pester my teachers—no more. —’19. School Wit. Latin Student—“I do wish to goodness I culd slay Caesar with sword. (Too late, child—some one else already has done and gone and did it.) Mr. Chenoweth (in Zoology class): Eva, namj an aquatic bird. Eva: er—ah. Do you mean an ostrich? arose as to what kind of artillery Caesar used, Lester .7., who had been rather dreamily thinking of it, said, drowsily, “Oh I suppose he had some B. B. guns. Miss Hanson (severely)—Edgar, do you mean to say you are chewing gum in my class? Edgar—(weakly) I.— I,— well I— forgot I was in your class. A Kid (in Zoology): “Say, do rabbits eat the bark they scrape off trees?” Mr. Chenoweth— I suppose so. Why?” A Kid—“Oh. well I just didn’t think it would taste very good.” Miss McClure: (In Eng. II.): “What is unity?” Fred: “Not to have a story scattered around.” Mr. Chenoweth (in Zoology II.): “How does a fish swim ” Fletcher: “Switches its tail.’ ’ Miss McClure: “Are there any corrections?” Albert: “She might have said skeleton instead of bones.” SOME UNSIGNED CONFESSIONS MADE TO THE SOPHOMORE REPORTERS Who Made Them? My name is...... I have the love- liest golden-colored hair, biggest blue eyes, rosiest cheeks and the deepest dimples, etc., etc. My— I get along alright in school, too. I just use my eyes, say a little and smile, and everything comes my way. I’m quiet, and get along just fine. My ideals run high,—the one I have in mind now is one of the Juniors. I like my nick-name real well, don’t In Caesar class, when a discussion

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19 “But, my dear Si,” she explained, “I want to go to prayer meetin’ tonight and there ain’t no one agoin’ from up our way. Ben’t ye agoin’?” “No, I ain’t,” he growled. “Well, if that an’t jist too bad. Here I was a countin’ on ye agoin’ and ye ain’t”, she said very disappointed. Then, “Well, I’ll have to be agoin’ now. Si; but, if ye do want to go, jist you let me know and I’ll come an’ see ye there if you’re afeared. Ye’re sich a little feller.’ And then she left. “Well, what in the world a-livin’ does that old maid want!” exploded Si, as the door closed and he turned to the other men. “Wonder what she wants. She ain’t got no bill she wants to be let off from. Never bought nuthin' but a mouse trap, onct.” “Now, Si, see here, she’s an old maid and this is leap year,” said one of the men. “Put two and two together and ye’ll have four.” “Never was good at ’rithmetic,” replied Si.” but I see thru this; but, by cracky, she won’t land me! I won’t go to prayer meetin’ neither, even if I haven’t missed for fifteen year!” And he didn’t go; but, early the next morning, who should come in just as he was sweeping out, but Miss Susanne herself. “There’s that blamed old maid agin, an’ I’m not agoin' to have her a-pe«-terin’ me,’ he said under his breath. “Oh.” said the maiden lady, tearfully, Oh, Si. I didn't see ye there last night. I missed ye so. What was the matter? “Did, eh! Well, I wasn’t there. I expects that’s why ye didn’t see me”, he drawled. “Oh, my goodness, goodness, Ye’re so hard hearted!”, she groaned sinking down on a nearby bread box; then resolutely, “I want ye, an’ I’m agoin’ to marry ye, too.” “Ye are, eh! allays took two to git married I beared once,” he said slowly and then angrily, “and I wouldnt’ have an’ old maid like you as a gift from my great grandmother! Madam, there’s the door! You old, mean, old bachelor—and then call me on ODD maid!”, she cried out as she rushed to the door. Si sat down and just laughed as tho’ his sides would split. When she arrived home, she resolved to live the rest of her life in “solitaire an’ loneliness,” as she expressed it. However, this lasted for only two days. Upon hearing of the incident. Farmer Smith, a widower, decided to visit her. When he came up the walk, all arrayed in his Sunday clothes, MiBS Susanne was hurriedly prinking before the mirror, and wondered if her cheeks were too rosy and if she looked quite coy. She admitted him and asked him to have a chair. He stuttered, twirling his hat on his hand; “Er—ah, ye see—wrell that is I’d ruther stand. Er—ah. Miss Susanne, I called to see—er—er—if you would er—have some hay put in the barn.” “No, thanks, Mr. Smith. I haven’t a barn,” she said very disappointedly. “Now, Susanne, you know jist is well as I do, what I want to say. I’m lonely and—” “I am too,” she cried, “an’ I know what you want plain as day”; and she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight—and just then. Si Johnson opened the door. He said, “Ah, er—(Ahem) I'h afraid I’m intruding—er—” “Yes ye be,” said Susanne,’ git right out ’fore I kiss him right afore ye!” And she did! 11

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21 you? But. say, now. I’ll just tell you one thin?—I don’t like to go to school. It is such strenuous labor for one to stand on one’s feet and recite. It's lots easier, you know, to just sit still and say, “'I dunno.” I have nice yellow hair and a pretty complexion and the girls like to talk to me. They do it to make me blush; but, say, do you honestly suppose they mean what they say? I’m nice and quiet, like.......... I have real fine curly brown hair and prety blue eyes and the whitest teeth. My hobby is Zoology. My ideals run higher than ......’s; they run clear up to Seniors, even. I like some of those nice Freshmen, especially those which have Fords. 1 have big blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and real dark wavy hair. I also have a nice little dimple in my left cheek which hardly anyone notices. I get along real nice in school—for I let nothing bother me because one can get along any old way if one is cute. My favorite ambition is looking sweet and that isn’t one bit hard for me, either. Behold in me the knowledge and wisdom of the class. I am the most meritorious person going. I hail from ............ from whence comes the wisdom which is found in various classes of P. H. S. My forehead which always bears a frown, well denotes the fact that I am a very, very deep thinker. Even though I do study-all the time, almost, I have ‘a good time quite often, anyway. I am an all around good sort. I I am one of the perfectly harmless, and very studious • members of our class. One could tell by my ever rumpled hair and perturbed look, that I was a deep thinker. I care not for the frivolities,—my thoughts run deeper. I am the worker of the class of ’19. I’m going to be a great person —someday. A LIST OF MAGAZINES. ■“The Country Gentleman”—Ralph Stanford. “Farm Life”—Bessie Hamm. “Happy Hours”—Maurice Peterson. “The Gentlewoman”—Gladys Auk-land. “Tip - Top Weekly” — Lawrence Sackett. “Saturday Evening Post” — Roy Flick. “Motion Picture Magazine”—Clyde Martin. “Cosmopolitan” — William Westbrook. “Life”—Elmer Olson. “Delineator”—Avis Moffett. “The Elite”—I ona Peterson. “Woman’s Home Companion”—Mr. Berg. “Electrical Experimenter”—Mali Ion Kenney. “Literary Digest”—Lorena Ferris. POSSIBILITIES. Books and Magazines which one delights in reading : Gentlewoman—Mary Currie. Linnea Carlson. The Modern Priscilla—Allie Hanson. When a Man’s a Man—Lawrence Sackett. The Prairie Farmer—Clyde Martin. The Poultry Journal—Hen Newman, Chick Cole. The House Wife—Beulah Anderson. Eyes of the World—‘Paxton High School. Little Men—Maurice Peterson: Noble Johnson (Soph.)