Princeton High School - Tiger Yearbook (Princeton, IL)

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Seniors Seniors! When your hair is snowy, And your eyes are oh! so dim, You will hearken to the echoes From lVlem'ry's halls within. Seniors! Shall I paint the picture More precious than the rest: The class of nineteen-twenty-five Whose colors stood the test? Seniors! Four years you have toiled together Tirelessly for Princeton High With a loyalty and spirit Bound by golden friendship's tie. Seniors! i Let this he your glory In life's way of storm and stress, Confidently meet the challenge: Do you honor P. H. S.? Seniors! Now a health together To the class the best by far, Who to merit great achievement Hitched her wagon to a star!

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ARNOLD C. WALTER Blessings on thee, little man. Basketball 3, 4 Hi-Y 3, 4 Field Day 3, 4 May Festival 3 Senior Play BLANCI-IE WAND Rare compound of jollity, wisdom and fun Who relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun. National Honorary Society 3, 4 Sophomore Contest Scribblers 3, 4 Class Stunt 2, 3 Latin Club 2, 3, 4 EDNA WHITE Wisdom married to immortal verse. National Honorary Society 4 Field Day 3, 4 Baseball 3, 4 Latin Club 2, 3, 4 Class Stunt 3 LEE WRIGHT I owe all my success in life to having been always a quarter of an hour before- hand. Track 2 Field Day 3, 4 Class Stunt 1, 2, 3 Debating 1, 2 Sophomore Play Senior Play JAMES CARLSON The glass of fashion. L iii-Y President '23424+W f . Sophomore Play Sophomore Reading Contest Orchestra Latin Club and Play 2 'Three year student

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Class Historq of MCMXXV O YOU REMEMBER way back when we were a motley crew of be- wildered little Preps? That glorious September day when we, in pig- tails and short trousers, clambered into the aeroplane which was to convey us to Prepville, the first stop on our long journey in search of a morsel of education. Carl Pierson, our pilot, decided that we would not ascend very high into the air this time, because the cool atmosphere was too much for our delicate constitutions. Even so, as we sailed away, a few hundred feet above the earth, tiny chills of excitement shot up and down our little Prep spines. ln time we learned to keep out of their way to a certain extent, and they really seemed to respect us for it. We began to feel quite skilled as aeronauts, so when we started our flight to Freshmantown, with Jessie McCall as our pilot, we left the earth far- ther below us than on the previous trip. We were too studious to participate very extensively in social affairs that year and the girls were beginning to think rather seriously on the question, To bob or not to bob, so they really had no time to indulge in social frivolities. It seems that people have to have some form of amusement so of course a few daring little Freshies became quite acrobatic, and tried hanging by their toes from the wings of the plane. So it wasn't very astonishing to any of us to notice some of them dropped off and went sailing through the air to sink into the Land of ignorance. With a nose- dive which left us breathless we finally came to earth for a little recreation. Our next flight with Margaret Helen Paden as pilot, began with a swift uprising into the sky, higher than ever before, and we really thought we had reached the heights of our dreams, when we reached Sophomoreton. Now we must pause for a moment or so to recall to our minds a picture--of our Sheiks , in gorgeous toreadors of dark green corduroy, fbell-shaped of course, with inserts of brilliant red satin, ornamented with odd shaped pearl buttons. Some even became so engrossed with the idea that they wore dash- ing scarfs around their waists. Quite a picture is it not, these sleekhaired, slender youngsters who became so picturesquely costumed almost overnight? Then the great event to which we had looked forward for the last two years --the Sophomore Banquet. Here we beheld our dainty misses, our social butterflies, as it were, blossoming out in their first party frocks. Soaring into the air, after a brief vacation , with Mac Wetherhold as pilot, we finally reached Juniorbury which held all sorts of new things in store for us. junior day has always been an all night escapade with' a few of the boys getting their exercise by walking the morning hours away on some country road. So we took a half a day and gave all the children a chance to par- take in a Field Day. Then our May Festival was a huge success. When the crowd beheld our graceful canters, they were so entranced that some of them thought they had dropped into Fairyland by mistake. Of course none of us