Pekin High School - Pekinian Yearbook (Pekin, IL)

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18. William Nordhoff to Neil Owens, his height and his feminine” tone of voice. 19. Helen Soechtig to Wanda Watson, her talent in shorthand. 20. John Steinmetz to John Pfanz, his ability to give oral themes and also his “power” to get a new subject each time. 21. Irene Stumm to Ruth Watson, her neat headdress. 22. Nellie Allyn to Dorothy Kraeger, her skirt length. 23. Irene Joerger to anyone who wants it, her originality. 24. Julia Maurer to Eugene Reinhard, her beloved hair ribbon. Take this Eugene, or visit A1 Nixon. 25. Oscar Hill to Rotha Logan, the biggest fete (feet) of the decade. 26. Agnes Smith to Helen Becker, her attention while in Glee Club practice. 27. Ruth Evans to St. Clair, her good behavior. 28. Louise Ricketts to future seniors, her art of posing for Mr. Konisek! 29. Walter Meyers to Ernest Kaylor, his dignity, manliness, and slimness of figure. 30. Louise Helffenstein to Lucille Grossweiler, her gray matter. 31. Roscoe Weaver to Henrietta De Silva, the privelege of being free from exams. 32. Martha Lauterbach leaves her “gossip in chemistry lab., to Louise Zerwekh. 33. Amelia Hoffert leaves her frame of mind to those who follow. 34. Irene Ripper to those in need of brown eyes, “her own.” 35. Gladys Byram to Nina Hammer, her dress patterns. 36. Helen Glunz to Bruce Crosby, the manner of being winsome and winning. 37. Carl Soldwedel to the future foot ball manager, his ability to match games with good players. 38. Frances Williams to Norma Hofferbert, her “rubber soles.”

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Glass Will Frances Williams. We, the class of nineteen hundred and seventeen, knowing that our time in this dear old Pekin High School is coming to a close, wish to leave some of our endeared belongings to the under classmen of our school, the seniors of to-morrow. Here is our will and we all sincerely hope that you, dear younger schoolmates, will accept these bequeaths in a happy frame of mind and may the class of nineteen hundred and seventeen be ever in your minds. Will Proper. 1. To begin our will, we all, each and every one of us, leave to our beloved faculty the memory of dear faces. May we never be forgotten by any of our teachers. 2. To the Junior Class, the pleasure of being the Seniors of 1918. 3. To the Freshmen, the knowledge of finding where each of the class rooms is located. 4. To the Sophomores, congratulations that you have passed the “green stage of life” and that you are now ripening into manhood and womanhood. 5. Catharine Alice Rollins bequeaths a good portion of her size to Irene Campbell. 6. Sadie Van Osdol to John Pfanz, her gift of elocution. 7. Lois May Velde to Florence Senninger, her melodious giggle. Take this my dear Florence, for it would be sad if you should run short of that material. 8. Christina Petri to Elenora Winkel, her “curl.” 9. Clarence Heckman to George Himmelheber, the art of calling class meetings. 10. Elsie Waltmire to Rotha Logan, her demure style and that innocent smile. 11. Richard Allen to Lester Farmer, his talent for making dates. Study this well, Lester, for you have a good teacher. 12. Harley Rankin to “Skinny Rupert, his height. This is enough. “Skinny , it will suffice you. 13. Dorothy Bailey to Florence Senninger, her quiet mode of living. Don’t think we are partial to you Florence, but all these things will be useful when they come. 14. Vanita Schleder to Alma Bernhausen, her gift of voice. This is a large feature, don’t miss it, Alma! 15. Luella Carver to Mildred Byram, the art of exercising her vocal chords. 16. Louise Hornish to Catharine Behrens, her quiet ladylike maner and her graceful walk. 17. Amelia Kraeger to Mabel Soady, her ability in the Home Economics Department.

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c L A C Y Irene H. Joerger. Ii was early Fall, and I was sitting before the fire-place “mooning”, as I might say. The embers had spent their might, but they still gave forth a dull ruddy glow and in this mellow light I sat atnl dreamed of bygone days. The day had been a strenuous one for me. for 1 had completed my latest novel, and my joy, mingled with the strain the work contributed, had put my mind in a chaotic state, and left my nerves a-tingle. The open window behind my chair suddenly let in a gust of air. and the last dying ember sent up one bright flame and then went out forever. All was dark now—what was that! Had not my eyes told me a moment before that the death of the hearth fire had left me in utter darkness? Then, where did this strange new light come from and who was that monstrous type of humanity emerging from the ashen waste of the hearth? My speech had left me so I sat clutching the sides of the chair and waited for the heavens to cave in. Instead, the giant spoke in slow, tender tones and pronounced a familiar name. “Harley Rankin.' I jumped to my feet and rushed forward to extend my hand, and after I had gained my composure I commenced to converse with him, saying. But, Harley, how is it possible that the 4 ft. Harley has become the 7 ft. Mr. Rankin?” I hat is easily explained,” he said, “you see, I am travelling for the Mellin’s Food Company and they said I would make better sales if I could also be an example of their goods. So I made Mellin’s Food my diet—and here I am.” I was interested, more than interested, I was “tickled pink.” Here I was talking to one of my old classmates and I hadn't seen any of them for years; so I eagerly questioned him that, as his profession was globe-trotting, if he did not meet some of our old class mates now and then, and went further to ask him if he enjoyed travelling about all the time. As to our class mates, he replied, “I must admit that I am pretty well informed as to all their whereabouts, but as to liking to travel about, allow me to say that I am thinking seriously of giving it up. You know, it breaks up the home to a degree, and my wife doesn’t like it.” “Why, Harley, I cried delightedly, “and who is the lucky little woman?” You will remember her as Louise Hornish,” he said, all smiles, but touching the subject very lightly as any love-sick person would do.