Pekin High School - Pekinian Yearbook (Pekin, IL)

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recalled me to myself, lo! Louis had disappeared. “Why, where is Louis?” I inquired. “Louis? I sent him home to get supper,” explained his better half. “I don’t approve of men who sit around gossiping. They had better make themselves useful.” Poor Louis! SENIOR BEATITUDES Blessed is the senior for his work is nearly done. Blessed is the Prof., for he taketh not the exams. Blessed is the School Board, for it planneth a new high schoo,. Blessed is he that Hunketh not, for a diploma shall he his. Blessed is he that whispereth not, for he shall receive no demerits. Blessed is lie that receiveth three demerits, for he shall enjoy a vacation. Blessed are the freshmen for they know not the troubles that lie before them. Blessed is he who sits by a window, for perchance he may receive a little ventilation. Blessed are they who get their lessons day by day, for they need not cram for exams. Blessed is he that escapeth the Pekinian staff, for he shall be spared much work and pain. Blessed is he that sitteth near a radiator in winter, for it may chance lie will not freeze. Blessed are the juniors who give the seniors a banquet; verily they shall receive their reward. Blessed are they who enter the County Contest, for perchance they may bring glory to P. 11. S. Blessed are the teachers who assign short lessons; verily they shall inherit a mansion in the skies.

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that most of her salary was spent for switches, puffs, curls and combs. After I left Berlin, I heard nothing more of the Class of ’15 until 1 embarked for America. My voyage across the ocean was most enjoyable, for John Goar was captain of the steamship Theosaurus, and he ana ms wife, nee Annetta Soltermann, were especially kind to me. John gave me an old Peoria Journal to read, and there, in glaring headlines, was announced the appearance at the Hippodrome of the celebrated musical trio, Ehrlieher, Alfs and Widmier. Never had I had more interested listeners than Louis and Lee Inez as I related the above facts, but now, having finished my recital, I plied them with questions. I noticed that Lee Inez did all the talking, and the thought occurred to me that perhaps, after all, Louis had emulated Socrates instead of Demosthenes. But this is a digression. Lee Inez told me that Oscar Gehrig had consoled himself for his disappointment in love by entering the army. He is continually wishing for war and talking about what a splendid target his broken hen; t will be for the enemy’s cannon. Kate Brereton, too, has suffered from Cupid’s maliciousness. Having lost her breach of promise suit against a wealthy suitor, she is trying to find consolation in teaching school. Some people say it is a good thing for her, as it gives her a chance to take her spite out on the kids. Eula Snrff and Nellie Bond have acquired a little notoriety as militant suffragettes, and Juanita Fishel writes love stories that nobody will buy. Eileen Velde Bruechner runs the Grace M. E. Church, of which her husband is pastor—and we might mention incidentally that poor Albert looks meeker than ever since he perpetrated matrimony. Flora Moeckel is teaching at the university at Wesley City. Leona Wildhack has a portable typewriter and carries it with her wherever she goes. She is reporter for the Peoria Star. Fadelia Mead, sad to sav, never recovered from the strenuous work of her senior year. She is spending her declining days in Bartonville, the unhappy victim of a strange affliction, namely, a superfluity of gray matter of the brain. Howard Brooking, our one-time president, having demonstrated the fact that it is as easy to transfer one.’s affection as it is to change the color of a garment, is now living in wedded bliss in two small rooms over his celebrated dye-house. Ilis wife, nee Delia Grossmeiler, smilingly stirs the dye while Howard dips the garments, and Oliver Losch drives their delivery wagon madly up and down the street to give the impression that business is good. I sat as in a dream while Lee Inez entertained me with the history of my old friends, and fallen the six o’clock whistle blew, scarcely heeded even its shrill note. I was back in the past, and when at last Lee Inez

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]□[ innc DEZDC U ' Classf XOill 0By Mabel Bybam. =icz DC B □ J] DCZDCZIE DC DEZDC F, the Class of 1915, knowing that we must soon bid a tearful farewell to the little world in which we have so long liv. d and loved and been disciplined; and having accumulated, collectively and individually, certain possessions of which we would gladly dispose; and desiring generously to leave behind us a few slight tokens that will be eloquent of our love for the companions of our school days and move them now and then to regretful tears; and being, as numerous examinations have established, of sound mind and memory and full of wisdom;—for these and other reasons we, the members of the aforesaid class, do make, ordain, publish and declare this to be our last Will and Testament. 1. To the School Board we leave our most cherished possession, the grave in which lies buried our blighted hope of a new high school. 2. To the Superintendent we bequeath the delightful and delicate task of settling all controversies and establishing universal peace and good will. 3. To the Faculty we respectfully grant the unrestricted privilege of making multitudinous rules and regulations for the guidance of our successors, our experience having opened our eyes to the fact that in a multitude of rules there may be found one worthy of observance. 4. To the Class of 191b we leave our bright and illustrious example, which we hope they will make the guiding-star of their existence. 5. To the Sophs and Sub-Sophs we bequeath the exclusive privilege of holding bakery sales until the health officer shall declare the practice to be a nuisance and a menace to public safety. b. To the Freshmen we grant the inalienable right to shed tears copiously—providing they have clean handkerchiefs—whenever they are hazed by the upper classmen or “kindly admonished” by tin teachers. 7. To the student body at large we bequeath the fortune resulting from the publication of the Pekinian, which we hereby direct our exec-