Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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REFLECTOR PROPHECY As I sat reading a new book, “The Last of the Paxtonians,” by Ronald Larson, it made me think of dear old P. C. H. S. and I longed to know the fates of my dear old mates. Fear, hope, wonder filled my mind. I had been listening to the ci’ooning voice of Vernie Burkard coming over the N. B. C. I dashed madly out of my apartment and drove furiously down Fifth Avenue. While waiting for a stop light I glanced at a bill board, “The Palace Theater,” starring Marie Blackwell and Jackie Coogan in “Papa Will Spank.” The stage features were the famous comedian and master of ceremonies, Le Roy Rasmussen, and the Spanish dancers, Gilbert and Helen. At length I arrived at Madame Helene Lee’s, the most noted crystal gazer in New York. I entered the velvet draped room with a feeling of awe. First she took me back to old Ford County to the spacious country estate of Leta Gowdy who was entertaining at a large dinner party. There were present the noted professor of bacteriology, Wallace Beckstrand; the president of the Illinois Farm Bureau, Marvin Gurley, and his charming wife Doris; Frances Goodwin, president of the Paxton Women’s Club; Lorene Natterstad, famous for her book on Household Hints; Maxine Reynolds, Arlene Olson and Willma Bess, collectors of Old English china; Doris Bevington, charity worker; Robert King and Donald Quinlan, owners of the Paxton Airplane Co., and their private secretaries, Anna Danielson and Jeanette Anderson; John Schofield, senator from Illinois; Austin Kirk from the House of Representatives, and Wilbur Reep, owner of the Reep Hardware Inc. Last but not least I saw the renowned Paul Larson who has just returned from his jungle expedition during which he did great research work for the Wolfe Powdered Water manufacturing plant. I gazed into the crystal again. This time we were out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. “Why, why, it’s Buster,” I gasped, “dear old Buster, so his dream is at last realized.” He was going to Europe on a cattle boat. 1931

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REFLECTOR Robert Kin , my ability to guess right to Carrel Nees. Austin Kirk, the art of making snappy remarks to John Shumate. Paul Larson, my ability to sign contracts to who would have it. Ronald Larson, my calm manner to Lois Morris. Robert Laurence, the art of looking over my glasses to John Howard Rasmussen. Helen Lee, my interest in Home Ec. to Margaret Breeden. Lorene Natterstad, my rapid gait to Idella Moudv. Arlene Olson, my flighty manner to Sarah Hilligoss. Betty Shaw, my green beret and all that goes under it to Marjorie Hagens. Edith Teesdale, my long brown hair to Pansy Blackwell. Gilbert Tinberg, my minute stature to Maurice Abrahamson. Leroy Rasmussen, my bass voice to Donald Wrede. Robert Kiest, my “wreckless” driving to John Shumate. Mable Younggreen, my curls to Lucille Canney. Harry Wilkinson, my glowing eyes to Noble Bloomquist. Lucille Trickle, my scholastic ability to Paul Payne. Wesley Swanson, my athletic ability to Vernon Anderson. Helen Stevenson, my sweet personality to De Waine Zimmerman. Buster Schif, my way with women to Marvin Johnson. John Schofield, my sonorous voice to Mr. Swinney. Doris Rulison, my polite manners to Helen Schofield. Maxine Reynolds, my slick haircut to Dorothy Hyde. Marie Redman, my note writing habit to Margaret Mortweet. Wilbur Reep, my blonde complex to Francis Stone. Martha Reep, my sense of color values to Dolores Chartier. Frances Quinlan, my witty, Irish ways to all of the “Swedes.” Donald Quinlan, my profound silence to Phyllis Nelson. Fern Pells, my interests in Ludlow to Miss Bear. Pauline Paulson, my ability to play jazz to Paul Gavert. Virginia Carlsten Helen Hodnm Virginia Johnson Betty Shaw. 1931

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REFLECTOR The pilot, Delbert Stifle, was joking with the husky first and second mates, Kermit Hutchison and Glen Johnson. We stayed out on the Atlantic, this time hovering over a big liner. Whom should I see in the salon at the captain’s table but Virginia Johnson returning from Paris and looking very enchanting in a severe black velvet gown. She is engaged in a conversation with a tall Englishman, or is he an Fmglishman? No, why it’s Robert Laurence, thirty-five, and a bachelor with nothing to do but gad about and play with the girls. On the other side of Miss Johnson is a distinguished personage, Robert Kiest, who is travelling in the interests of the International Association of Wreckless Drivers. He is talking to the captain, none other than William Judy. On to Paris. A dress shop, Mile. Redman’s, attracted our attention. Mannequins in the shop were Fern Pells, Evelyn Miller, and Lucille Hinton. And whom were they fitting? None other than the world famous contralto, Helen Hodam. With her was her travelling companion, Betty Shaw. In the same shop I saw Mrs. Brogenshire, formerly Helen King. How lovely to go to Paris on her honeymoon! She was telling that Leona Beland, Margaret Dale, and Marian Congram were also happily married, (sigh from me) and, of course, Beulah Adkins and Dottie Elofson. Oh, Sweden! Can you imagine it! Pauline Paulson and Erma Frank learning the art of Swedish cookery from the renowned Swedish cook, Mabel Younggreen. In the same school I saw the physics teacher, Glen Parker, and in the next room was Lucile Trickle teaching biology. Back to the good old U. S. for one more picture in the crystal ball. It was a broadcasting station where the chief engineers were Wesley Swanson and Harry Wilkinson. Dick Carlson’s orchestra was playing a snappy number. The announcer, Vennum Fredrickson, was talking to the helpful, home advisers, Helen Stevenson and Martha Reep. My time was up so I went back to my apartment, still a dashing and romantic spinster after living on the eighteen-day diet for eighteen years. VIRGINIA CARLSTEN. 1931