Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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CLASS WIL] We, the class of ’30, having ended our high school days with success in all our undertakings now leave the memory of our high standard to the surviving classes and declare this to be our last will and testament. 1. To the class of ’33 we bequeath our dignity and good behavior. 2. To the class of ’32 we bequeath our talent and athletic ability. 3. To the class of ’31 we bequeath our wonderful class spirit and our class advisers. 4. To the faculty we bequeath our happy, joyous times, and our ability to back all sports. The following bequests have been held in high esteem and greatly prized by us, the Senior Class of ’30, and the aforesaid class does expect and request our successors to accept them in the same manner as bequeathed. 1. Samuel Adkins, my red sweater, to Lomas Moffett. 2. Justine Ahlstrom, my love for taking shorthand dictation, to Pauline Paulson. 3. Benjamin Anderson, my ability to ask good questions in physics, to William Judy. 4. Janet Anderson, my basketball ability, to Esther Hull. 5. Cletus Bess, my ability to see only one girl, to “Bus” Schif. 6. Ralph Brown, my gray sweater, to Glen Parker. 7. Perle Burkard, my athletic ability, to my brother Vernon. 8. Dorothy Carlson, my scholastic ability, to Evelyn Miller. 9. Marie Carlson, my one-man slogan, to Dolores Hammerstrand. 10. John Cleary, my ability to wreck Fords, to Robert King. 11. John Coulter, my stature, to Bob Kiest. 12. Howard Coulter, my girl friend, to Lloyd Younggreen. 13. Eugene Crowe, my title as “Coach,” to Wallace Beckstrand. 14. Robert Edgren, my motorcycle, to Mr. Swinney. 15. Maurice Frank, my Honor Roll record, to Roy Hancock. 16. Russel Foster, my red hair, to Edythe Elliot. 17. Howard Froyd, my pep and popularity, to Peter Swanson. 18. Herman Garner, my argumentative manner, to Leroy Rasmussen. 19. Irma Goodwin, my turned up nose, to Mildred Jones. 20. Marie Gurley, my happy and carefree manner, to Leta Gowdy. 21. Thelma Henry, my wavy hair, to Doris Anderson. 22. Evangeline Johnson, my last name, to Helen Miller. 23. Herbert Johnson, my taxi service, to William Schneider. 24. Marion Johnson, my quiet ways, to Lola Darter. 25. Austin Kirk, my shrill voice, to James Pool. 26. Mabel Kroon, my quiet disposition, to Wesley Swanson. 27. Thelma Lientz, my witty comebacks, to Mabel Younggreen. 28. Alvie Lindgren, my stride, to Joe Walker. 29. L’Dora Meister, my curls, to Opal Atkins. 30. Howard Miller, my ability to identify robbers, to Edward Wolfe. 31. William Mull, my popularity among the girls, to Leroy Rasmussen. 32. James McDevitt, my fair and square ideas, to Delbert Stifle.

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CLASS HISTORY It was on September 26, 1925, that P. C. H. S. opened its doors to receive one of the peppiest classes it has ever known. They were green and awkward and had to suffer the humiliation of wearing green hair ribbons and pink neck ties, yet they lived it down. The class officers elected were: Howard Froyd, president; Edward Wolfe, vice-president; Elzora Urban, secretary; and Mable Kroon, treasurer. In the second year, the class of 1930 lost some of its bashful ways since it was very observant of the bold, bad ways of the upper classmen. This year the class officers were: President, Perle Burkard; vice-president, Nellie Alexander; secretary, Mable Kroon; treasurer, Cletus Bess. With the beginning of the third year, the class showed signs of seemingly inexhaustible pep and came to be known officially as the peppiest class in school. That third year began with the usual routine of meeting old friends, making new ones, and electing officers. Robert Edgren was made president; Samuel Adkins, vice-president; Albert Scatterday, treasurer, and John Weidner, secretary. Many of the class distinguished themselves in football, basketball and debate. The Junior picnic was greatly enjoyed by the members present. It consisted of a lunch, games, and swimming. After the picnic was over, the boys suggested to some of the girls that they learn how to swim before they got into deep water again. Miss Shearer’s efforts to direct a play were not useless since the Junior play, “The Whole Town’s Talking,” was very successful. As the school year drew to a close, the Junior-Senior banquet was given May 29 at the Middlecoff Hotel. There was dancing and card playing afterwards at the Legion Hut. Now, the last year is drawing to a close. The class as a whole can feel that it has done its share in all the school activities. Although the class is not so large as it was when it started, there still remain forty-five to graduate. The Seniors had a picnic in October. The meat provided was steak. One could see the students taking bites of this steak and then putting it back on the stick to cook some more. As darkness came on, the picnic broke up and the class climbed into cars and departed for home. The Seniors were given the responsibility of supervising the Stunt Show this year. It was given two nights instead of one and drew full houses both evenings. “The Rear Car” was chosen for the class play to be presented June 3. Events of importance at the close of the year were Class Day, May 27; Junior-Senior banquet, May 29; Baccalaureate, June 1; and Commencement, June 6. The class takes sad leave of dear P. C. II. S., but it hopes that the school will never forget the “Peppy Class of 1930.”

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33. Ruth Noble, my laughing brown eyes, to Lucille Trickle. 34. Gordon Palmberg, my Ford, to Paul Gavert. 35. Arthur Pearson, my dimples, to Donald Wrede. 36. Edna Keep, my soft and delicate voice, to John Schofield. 37. Carl Rickard, my artful manner of making baskets, to Arthur Sandberg. 38. Albert Scatterday, my laugh, to Marie Redman. 39. Milford Skog, my rosebud blush, to Frank Sisson. 40. Mildred Stiegman, my ability to play the trombone, to Louise Weidner. 41. Gilbert Tinberg, my knowledge of French, to my brother Perle. 42. Elzora Urban, my debating ability, to Harriet Hill. 43. Doris Weberg, my dark wavy hair, to Margaret Dale. 44. John Weidner, my hair cut, to Francis Stone. 45. Lorene Johnson, Mary Rutherford and Ruby Draper, respectively, will our reputations as the “High School Flirts,” to Virginia Johnson, Dottie Elofson and Helen Miller. PROPHECY Being private secretary to the United States Ambassador to Spain affords a great many experiences, but in all the five years in which I have been in the employ of Ambassador Van Moor, the experience that pleased me most occurred only a few evenings ago. It was my pleasure to attend a ball at the Casino, in Madrid, as the guest of Ambassador Van Moor. During my brief stay in Spain, I had heard much praise for the distinguished Mr. Devalero, who had won a nation-wide reputation as a political leader and public speaker. I learned from various conversations that this gentleman was to be an honored guest at the ball. This was my first formal affair of the kind in a foreign country. I was overcome with admiration at the beautiful sight which the ball presented. Suddenly the talking subsided, and everyone turned toward the reception room and eagerly watched the doorway. What could be the reason for such a sudden change? A trumpet was sounded and an attendant announced Mr. Devalero. There was a great burst of applause as he appeared in the doorway. I was surprised to find that he was not a Spaniard, but an American! He walked across the great hall, nodding first to one side and then to the other. He was coming straight toward me. As he bowed low in front of me, he said: “Pardon me, senorita, are you not from the States?” “Yes,” I answered. “I would have guessed as much. Do you not know me?” “Why—yes,” I answered with puzzlement. “You are Mr. Devalero.” “You don’t recognize me then?” “What do you mean? Surely there is some mistake.” “Not unless I am mistaken in your identity.” “I hardly think you know me, Mr. Devalero.” “Don’t you remember Samuel Adkins?”