Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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26 ! ■ reshman Department “ The first shall be last and the last shall be first.” First Place in Freshman Number, Last in This. Yet FIRST in Interest and Merit are our Two Freshman Stories, “Fate of An Easter Bonnet,” and My Diary.” Let Fancy Plume Her Wings for Magic Flight. The Fate of an Easter Bonnet. ‘Yes, here I am lying on a bargain counter among a lot of other odds and ends at a rummage sale. To look at me now you would never imagine ttiul at one time I was the envy of all the young girls of Michigan Boulevard. But such is the case nevertheless. Together with a dozen or more other hate, I crossed the ocean in a large box; and, when the milliner drew us out, she exclaimed over the beauty of each of us in turn; but, when she saw me, her admiration was great, indeed. She put a price mark on me and placed me in the best part of the window, and for several days I remained there to be admired by all. One day a beautiful young lady came in. She had wonderful1 eyes, and such lovely hair, and I hoped she would buy me. She tried on a good many hats, but always came back to me. I was delighted when she decided to take me. “The boy who was to deliver me was not very careful. He placed me on the floor beside him. on the street car,, and then began reading his paper, j A fat woman carrying a huge bundle came in and stumbled over me. Luckily, only the box wras injured, tho’ I felt .sur that my good looks had been ruined. The girl was very angry with r the boy when she saw the condition of the box but, on finding that I was | uninjured, handed the boy a quarter. ‘The girl’s maid was also very handsome, and, one evening when she was going to the theater, slipped me out of her mistress’ room and wore me. As we rounded the corner of a building, a gust of wind carried me ofT her head, and a large policeman grabbed me Just as I was being blown into the river. The maid vowed never again would she be guilty of borrowing other people’s clothes. “1 was worn by the beautiful young lady for six weeks, and was then given to the daughter of her cook. This girl wore we for several years, each season making me over, so that 1 looked very well; but, at last, she too, tired of me and let the baby have me for a doll carriage. It was while I was thus used that the aid society called for a donation to their rummage sale, and here I am trying to make a brave appearance in my new ties and bows.” Ethel Swanson, Eng. I. MY DIARY; JANUARY AND FEBRUARY, 1928 (By Frances Culver, ’20.) Jail. 12.—It hardly seems possible that my old school-mate, Catharine Thompson is Mrs. David Lloyd-George III. I am going to visit her In London.

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25 Why? Why do the girls powder their noses? Why does Beulah wear the diamond? Why is Bill W. so downhearted? Why does Guy P. go with the ladies? Why does Clienoweth visit in Champaign bo frequently? Why do the girls like Leonard Johnson? Why doesn’t Ruth Morgan explain about that black eye? Dictionary and Synonyms. Botany—Study of Sweet Williams, Daisies and Myrtles. Dreamers—Senior Class. Fortunate—Those excused from exams. Green—Color of Freshmen. Workers—Juniors. Monotony—School life. Hurrah—Exclamation heard at 4:30. School Stars—Juniors. Noise—Freshmen. Miss McClure (in Eng. m.): Anna, is it too cold? Leonard Johnson: “No, it’s cooking over here. There is a young Freshman named Brooks, Who is always quite nervous ’bout looks; But when she is seen. All dressed in.green. She’s quite a Freshman, this Brooks. Public Sale. We, the Paxton High School, will sell the following at public sale near West Brook (Westbrook) on February 29th: Two tons of coal (Cole), one hard and the other nut, will be delivered by our coal-man (Kollman); one ham (Hamm) well cured; one acre at woods (Atwood) on Bill’s hill (Hill); A culver (Culver) racer for children, and also a large car (Karr); a pet martin (Clyde Martin) with many tricks: one year old cub (Bear), somewhat small for her age, and two foxes which are very tame; one variety of Hientz (H. Hientz) pickles. We may sell more (Moore), but it will depend on the crowd. The burg (Berg) near by will furnish an entertainment, where those who attend the sale may see Mary hold her man (Mary Holderman) free of charge. It has recently been noticed that several of the young men of the Junior class have “blossombed out” in long trousers. This greatly adds to the dignity and “grown upness” of the class. Can you identify them? “Babe Miller”; “Hienie”; “Split” “Dick”; “Dumpy”; “Sallie”; “Jack” “Toots”; “Lizzie”; ; “Chick” ; “Jug” “Rusty”; “Hen”; “Eb ; “Bony” “Lovey ; “Pete”; “Rudy”; “Bill” “Doodle” ; ’“Kook” ; “Dot ; ■Turk.” Mr. Berg at the election of Platon-ian officers asked those present if they would rather vote by ballot than by Ayes and Noes (Eyes and Nose). We only wish he had explained the process so that we might know how to go about it at some other time. The following contributions are in type, but were forced out in the scramble for space. The contributions referred to are in rhyme, and are entitled, “Force of Habit” and “Lines to Patience.” The former was written by Viola Lindgren and the latter by Clarice Whitcomb. They will appear in the Junior number.

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27 Jan. 21.—Am on shipboard. Weather could not be better. Jan. 22.—1 have just made an astonishing discovery. The captain of the ship is Carl Helman of the Class of ’20 in old Paxton High School. We had quite a pleasant evening talking over our school days. I have a place at the Captain's table. Jan. 23.—So many people are below today. It is a little rough, but if I were going to be seasick, I would not go abroad. It’s all a matter of the mind. They think they are going to be sick, and they are. Jan. 25.—I haven’t felt well for the last two days. I must have eaten something that didn’t agree with me. Jan. 28.—Haven’t been in the mood for writing. Guess I expressed myself too soon about not being sea-sick.' Jan. 30.—London! landed in Liverpool yesterday. Came right on up to Iyondon and was met by Catherine and her husband. Tonight we go to hear the great Swedish prima-donna, Madame Carlstdn Helsvaal. I can hardly wait. Feb. 2.—Heard Madame Carlsten-Helsvaal, and after the opera she asked us to go with her and a party of friends to a little supper at the Savoy. We had just gotten started on our supper when a little fishbone slipped down my throat and lodged there. I was in the greatest discomfort, and was rushed home and the noted surgeon, Dr. Nobel G. Johnson, was called. After strenuous efforts, he extracted the fish-bone. Feb. 3.—Have just received a home paper and am so proud of my old schoolmates, that I must write some of the notices down. Announcement has been made of the engagement of Miss Florence Hanson to Professor Wise of Columbia University. Mr. and Mrs. John D. Rockefeller IV., entertained in honor of Miss Mamie Prestin who recently returned home from the mission fields of South Africa. Miss Prestin and Mrs. Rockefeller, who formerly was Miss Maurine Schneider, were old school friends. Ignace Paderewske III, grandson of the famous pianist, is in the city in the interests of his music. He is studying with Miss Byrnina Beving-ton. Miss Mary Holderman, the noted suffragist, and Mr. A. V. Moore have gone to Washington and will ‘be among those present at the inaugural ceremonies of President-elect, Florence Bear. Mr. Paul Hooker, business manager of Lyon Healy, is in the city visiting Bishop Hathaway. Feb. 4.—Have received a cablegram from home, and h o to return immediately. So good-bye. Diary, for the present. Frances Culver. The Freshman Sweaters. (By Nobel Johnson, ’20.) The Freshman were happy. Anyone could see that. The reason for all this gayety was the arrival of the Freshman sweaters. For a month before—from the day they were ordered until the day they arrived—there was a fever of expectation running thru the Freshie’s class. At last the long looked for day arrived. They hurried to school, and, on their arrival, put on their gravest air and then—you ought to have seen them strut. They were as proud as peacocks on a fine spring morning. They were happy also because the upper classmen t' not take their sweaters from them. As we are well wishers of the rising generation, may happiness and good luck pursue them forever; and may it be our part to see them always as happy as wo saw them then.