Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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16 Paxton High School Reflector CORNELIA CORNSTALK, OF PUMPKIN CENTER, WRITES OF HER RECENT VISIT TO P. H. S. April 15. '20. deer studints i bain readin yur paper an seein the lak of pep in yur artikles send this hopin u can use it. i got the sheriff to writ it fur me so it ud luk. nise u can use it. i clos yur fren CORNELIA CORNSTALK. Pumpkin Center, April 15, 20. deer studints tusday i cume to wisit yur skule an goodness nos i’ll never do it agin, i wor my red dres with green dots an my yaler soks an my grand-fathrs watch, wan i cume in they all laffed at me. They war a man on a hyer flor thet war readin sompin wen i cume so i jes set myself down on a emty seet and perty soon they begin to sing an me an my fren Si kin make more nois wen we call the cows, i wanted to git up and sing L’il Lizie Jane but i didn't feel like bein ridikuled by sich critters. perty soon, the man on the hyer flor jumped up an hit a bell an yelled fur um to pass sumpin an sum of the studints went out an i jes followed a boy with a blue sweter with a yaler ban roun him arm an perty soon we cume to a room that looked wurse un our kichen lan sakes—ole sinks an lots of bottles settin aroun. i set thar an watcht the studints an they did the funniest things, then some axed me if i hed a bruther or a sister an i sez yes, a bruther Hi, and Hi kin sing like a trojun an them boys laffed but 1 jes ansered polit like maw taut me. Perty soon, them boys sed they war goin to take me to French and lam me to parlay—vu un i sez, sez i, i kin swear good enuff already but i went an lan sakes the lady that was techur war the one thet goes to tea in Clarence wer my unkle lives. Them studints jes talked awful the techur tol um to be quiet an not pay no tenchun to me an i sez, sez i yes jes go on caus i no i be better lookin then the res of um. Then a little bell ringed over the door an all made fur the big room. It war purty nigh dinner time an i was gittin hungry but i didnt half to wait long fur that air womun on the hyer flor went over an started up the ole music box an i jes tor out of there. sence i bain home i bain thinkin bout that air techur wat played the music box. goodness nos she war the one that wuz in thet Ford thet pa pulled out en the ditch an they hed a music box on the Ford too. Wall, studints i bain never goin to cume to wisit yur skule no more caus yu laff at me. yur fren CORNELIA COR'NSTALK.

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Paxton High School Reflector |5 Kenneth is an Athenaeum. He intends to enter the U. of I. this fall and no doubt will take up a course in Agriculture. FRED LABARE, our class artist, was born Nov. 26, 1901. He has abilities which will surely help him to make his mark in the world, for instance, designing covers for the Reflector. As a member of the Athenaeum Society, he has taken active part in many of the plays. Fred has been a member of the orchestra for 4 years, and we are sure that P. H. S. will miss his artistic and pleasing manner in playing the clarinet. He intends to enter some higher institution of learning in the near future. MAURICE LEVIN was born October 8. 1902. He attended the grades in Paxton, up to the fifth grade, when he moved with his parents to California. However, he returned the next year and has since then remained with us. “Mosy” was the reporter for the basketball team this year and we are sure that his accounts of the game in the Record were enjoyed by everybody. He is a Platonian and has taken active part in its entertainments. He intends to enter college later. CHARLES JENSEN was born October 3, 1902. He attended the grades in Paxton and entered high school in the fall of '16. Charles has pursued a general course. He is a Platonian. Charles expects to enter school at Carlin-ville this fall. On the 23rd day of January, 1902. MARY CURRIE arrived at the home of Mr. ar.d Mrs. James Currie, and liking it so well, decided to stay. She attended school in the country and entered high school with the Class of '20. Mary is a Platonian and has taken active part in the programs. She also lias been a member of the High School Girls’ Glee Club for three and one-half years. Mary is yet undecided as to what, she is going to do next year. FLORENCE BEAR, another one of the “Ludlow Bunch,” was born June 12, 1901. She attended the grade school in Ludlow after which she entered P. H. S. with the rest of us. Florence is a Platonian, having served as secretary of that society and taken active part in its programs. She expects to enter Gaucher, at Baltimore. Maryland, this coming fall. SYLVIA FUNK, the only senior who is “redheaded.” was born August 15, 1902. She began her career of learning in Wing. 111., where she attended for two and one-half years. Then she moved with her parents to Paxton, and at this time she joined us in the third grade. Sylvia entered P. H. S. with the class, which was then close to GO in number. She belongs to the ranks of the Platonians. Sylvia has decided to teach, but how long, we do not know, as we hear her speak so frequently of a farm in Michigan. FRANCES CULVER, more often called “Fran” than Frances, was born August 13, 1902, in Paxton. “Fran has probably seen more of the U. S. than any of the rest of us have, as she has traveled to two extremities, the western and southern. She joined the class in the third grade, and has been with us since then. The Athenaeums posses Frances in their ranks, to whom she has beer, faithful, having taken active part in their programs. She has been pianist for the High School Orchestra and Glee Club, and has served efficiently. She expects to enter Ward-Belmont this fall. FRANCIS WENGER was born September 8. 1902, and has attended more schools than anyone else in our class. He began his school career in the grades of Paxton. After attending them for three years, he moved away from Paxton with his parents and since then attended the grades at Frederick, Hecla, and Eureka. South Dakota. He attended three years of high school at Eureka. Wishing to graduate with the class with which he started, he returned to Paxton last fall. Francis has taken part in the Athletics and has been an active member of the Athenaeum Society, taking part in the debate given by members of that organization this year. He intends to take a course in dentistry in the University of Chicago next year.

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Paxton High School Reflector 17 UA Visit to a Country School' By Dean Ireland—Written as Theme in English IV.” Several years had passed since I had visited the old school. In fact, I had nearly completed my third year of high school; and since I had finished the seventh grade, I had not entered those doors. I had often tried to imagine what it would be like to go back once more and seat myself in those old and battered seats—to hear once more the ringing of the bell, and to read the rude carving on the desks. When the day really did arrive, 1 was more anxious than ever to test the visions of my memory—to see if I was not mistaken as to the inscription above the door, or the initial I had carved the first year on the under surface of my desk—to see if I would feel strange and lonely in the crowd of boys and girls I did not know. But no, the inscription was as I had remembered it, and the initials, truly, were those of my friend; and, the various faces, some of them a bit dirty, were not unlike those that I knew before. 1 was at home there; and, as I sealed myself in ona of the larger vacant seats, which the teacher kindly offered, I felt the atmosphere of good will which pervaded the room. I gazed out of the window, and my eyes measured again the vast expanse of open fields glistening green in the bright spring sunshine. Hundreds of blades of tender grass made a beautiful carpet of the school house lawn, dotted here and there with golden dandelions, bordered yonder with purple violets—and, mingled among all, the star design of the mayflower. Those same tender flowers had blossomed there before, but the dandelions there grew not for their golden beauty, but to be held by some boy under the chin of his friend to see, ‘‘if, she liked butter. Or. perhaps, when the fluffy down had replaced the royal flowers, a blow of one great breath would tell if your mother was calling you.” Yes, the violets held a fragrance then, and they were fair; but it was more to our delight to pluck them from their place; and removing a few of the petals, to fancy an unmistakable likeness there. .My meditation was interrupted by a slight brush against my arm and the sound of a falling book. Some little brown headed fellow had been ‘to the library to get a book,” and while passing my seat had dropped it in an effort to reach a note purposely placed for him. I leaned over to pick up the book, when my eyes fell upon the title, “Lost in the Woods.” I had read it when I was in the fourth grade, and from it I received the idea of carrying an old butcher knife about in my belt for a week; and, during all that time, going over in my mind, the remarkable escape from that snarling wildcat. But the quick eye of the teacher saw the note and demanded that it be brought to her. The boy obeyed reluctantly, but without fear. I only heard the last of what the teacher said, but I could guess from the two audible words, “after school,” the whole of her reproof. The boy returned to his seat and took a book from his desk, which he appeared to be studying diligently, altho’ those two words, after school,” must have been ringing in his ears. Little happened during the remainder of the afternoon, other than the