Pekin High School - Pekinian Yearbook (Pekin, IL)

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The History of the Class of 1913 By LOUISE As we come to the home run of our High School career, let us pause an instant in our onward rush to look back over the events of the past four years. According to the theory of evolution, we have developed from the greenest of Freshmen into the most dignified of Seniors. During this period of transition, many things that have happened, form the nuclei for the history of the class of 11)13. For the majority of us, the freshman year involved many new and novel experiences, (’lass spirit has always been conspicuous in our midst; but not much was done during our first year, although all activities of the class athletics, etc., came in for their share of our attention, and June found us an older and wiser class in many respects. Surviving the trying ordeals of a Freshman, we were ready to wreak our vengeance upon the other poor unfortunates that followed. Our second year at the Pekin High School was very important, as most petty love affairs were dropped and earnest work began. This year brought us a new principal, Mr. Shirley, under whose instruction we gained enough experience to prepare us for the more weighty matters we were soon to encounter as Sophs. SMITH, 13. During this year several bob-sled and hav-rack parties were enjoyed and the first class party was given at the home of Frances Rust, where we had a sumptuous feast, and the Soph was given his first opportunity to use a spoon for his salad. Days went by, and each member of the class struggled for the next goal—to be a Junior. In 1912 there were thirty-one of us ready to enter the Junior year. This year was busy and full of interest. The first part of the year was spent in hard study, although some, attracted by sirens of distant shores, deserted our ranks, (’lass pins were chosen and after the semester exams were over our attention was directed toward the class play. The year 1912 also offered us much amusement, such as hard-times parties at Mineral Springs park, hayrack and bob-sled parties, and scores of dances. We were also pleasantly entertained at the home of Helen Brereton in the form of a masquerade party. As soon as Spring rolled around again and the flowers put in their appearance, we made a trip to Hollis, where we enjoyed a “weenie roast”. This year also gave rise to the X. V. I). B. Society, of which Frances Rust was president. Following the election of officers, the X. Y. I). B. Journal made its appearance in the Junior row. Last, but

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 THE LU HEN A ZIM M ERM AN LATIN COIKSK Latin Club (2) (3) (4). Deutsche Verein (11 (2). G. A. A. (2) (3) (4). Quiet, utut kumini; nii l HtMdfmit, explain her benl. She Is as n 'Uliir as a clock ami is ever at her place ready to lo her duty. It I her nnihltlon to he a teacher, and some day when she notes the vicissitudes caused by time, she will have occasion to recall the events of preparatory work In liltfli school. Goldsmith—“Hello, is 1 liat you Miss Got PEKINIAN Senior Creed, -a E BELIEVE in the omnipotent faculty, rulers of the High School, senders of poor notices, and makers of history. We believe in the in-fallability of our omniscient and omnipresent principal; in the obedience to regulations and the granting of privileges. We believe in studying faithfully, three hours each day in school together with three hours at night; continuing five days each week; for a period of forty weeks. We believe in recognizing the true value of great and good poets of High School as this book will evidence; we believe in celebrating the anniversaries of all men of sacred and happy memory, in order to obtain a vacation. For a similar reason we believe in only nine months of school; a rest period of twenty minutes every half day, and a spring vacation. We believe the school should furnish theme pajier, pencils, ink and pens. We believe in such organizations as the Sons of Rest for the cure of hard work. We believe in a modern High School; in tea parties; hayrack and bobsled parties; for the promotion of friendship among students. We believe in women’s suffrage, superstition, portentious omens; in freedom of speech, Jake Graf and the Whisker Club. Amen. « lat • for tonight? Well, I’ll be right over (???).

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E3- the pekinian ■Q not least, came the Junior Senior banquet at Zerwekli’s hall, which will always be lielil by those present as one of the really good times during their High School career. But I must hasten on to our last year, which has passed so quickly that we can hardly realize that we are so near the end of our school days. Here we had the pleasure of working under a new chemistry instructor, Mr. Hunsicker, who successfully guided us through the dangers of “Hades”. The events of this year have been numerous and are still fresh on our minds; so I will merely mention them. There was the excitement of changing seats, the bakery sale given for the benefit of the Annual, the Literary Society that ‘‘wasn’t,” a Junior-Senior hard-times dance, and horror of horrors—a theater party with no chaperon! Crowning our social activities for this year was the Junior-Senior banquet where a magnificent dinner was served. The Juniors proved themselves royal entertainers, and a most enjoyable time was had by all—a fitting farewell to us as we leave old I , li. S. Surely this has been an eventful year—although sager minds would contradict us; but what would school life be if it were all work and no play? We want to thank our parents who have given us the opportunity to spend these many happy years in school and also the corps of teachers who during this time exerted all of their influence to give us a good preparation for the future-and we sincerely desire to fulfill their hopes as we take our various places in the world. A PROTEST. On the man who says I should worry we have compassion; Hut in this world there is a scoundrel of more sinful fashion. We can even pardon the person who says lahf, which in our ears does ring, Remembering the old adage. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Hut the one thing on this globe that gets our goat and causes us to sigh. Is the noise made by some foolish one when he exclaims. Say. Guy . —ARTHUR EHRLICHER, '14. Wo wonder if our principal is a descendant of the noble family of Shirley, some of whom were governors of Virginia?