Princeton High School - Tiger Yearbook (Princeton, IL)

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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

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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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developed into a Pavlowa or anything like that, but some of them weren't half bad, due to the training of Miss Hester, by the way. Then there were parties, an-d banquets, and our picnic at Rock lsland. ln fact our Junior year was a mad whirl of excitement. Then came our last year. We chose lVlr. Silas Nelson to be our pilot for the last lap of our journey, as we wanted to be sure to select a responsible per- son for such an important position in conducting us to Senior City. Then came the catastrophe of our lives, while we were speeding along through the air our ship burst into flames and we came crashing to earth. Finally we suc- ceeded in getting some smaller inadequate planes, the Post Ofhceu, City Hall , Mission Church , and several other minor ones trailing along, in which to complete our trip. But we had visions of a new plane which would be beautiful, although it would be difficult to replace the old one, which held pleasant memories of years gone by for us and many of our ancestors. -Marion Kasbeer Gi2C'fi:9 Senior Class will We, the Senior Class of l925, of the Princeton Township High School, Bureau County, Illinois, are now about to depart, to explore, to conquer un- known green pastures and new fields. Being of sound mind and discreet judg- ment, do hereby make, publish and declare this as our last will and testament. To whom it may concern: We do hereby give, will and bequeath the following traits to the following: To the Faculty, we bequeath a speedy recovery from our terrorisms and wish them our good will. To the juniors, we bequeath our ability to get to the home stretch - the ability to make both ends meet. To the Sophomores, we do bequeath them the dignity that becomes a Senior and hope that they will develop into real beings as all Seniors are. To the Freshies, we bequeath three more years of hard work, our studious habits and common sense and good judgement in all matters. The following individuals deemed it wise to bequeath some of their per- sonal possessions to some less fortunate than they: ul, Silas Nelson, pater omnipotens, do bequeath one ounce of my con- ceit to Enos Cole. l, Elizabeth Dunham, do bequeath my eternal giggle to lmogene Fisher. I, James Charles, do bequeath my ability to get out of Spanish tests to Gene Bruton.