Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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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.)

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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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Senioi Depaztment 22 CONTAINING TWO PAGES ONLY, SENIOR ABILITY AND ENERGY BEING CONSERVED FOR THE SENIOR NUMBER; YET, NOTE HEREIN THE SLEDGE-HAMMER RAPS ON THE FACUL-TEE “Berg, C. — Homer E. And the rest of our facul-tee SOME SENIOR SENTIMENTS (With apologies to Mr. Lowell and his Bigelow papers.) The Senior class is a down-trodden clan, Overworked and oppressed, they have no time to play, They toil through their labors the best that they can Except in the class-room, theyv’e nothing to say. For B. C. Berg he There never was better assemblage, I ween. But if recreation is part of their plan. They never try it in Room Sitxeen For Amandie Kaar, she Doesn't conduct a class in Levity. So Senior maidens’ smiles are wan. And Senior youths ne’er chuckle more They sigh for care free days of June, And Senior troubles to be o’er. For Ruth J. Holmes doth say, Her class room is no place to play. For innocent pastimes has no sympathy. Isn’t it awful? What can they do? All work and no play makes us dull, that’s a fact; In Chemistry lab. amusement we’d seek, But if test tube be broken or flask be cracked, Homer E. Chenoweth he Won’t stand for such actions in Chemistry. So it’s work from nine till four P. M. And take your books all home with you. Work ere you retire, and when you arise— Wouldst have some more to doj . It's a tragedy! For Frances, she And Char-Iot-tee Yea, all the rest of the facul-tee Pile up the work on you and me. THE PEPLESS WONDERS The Senior Class are as good as can be This term was given to the student body of Paxton High School, last fall, at the first meeting of the Athletic