Princeton High School - Tiger Yearbook (Princeton, IL)

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FACULTY MRS. FRANCES MAYEUR 1'Il'L'Ilt'l7 and lizlgliylv MISS EVELYN GRAHAM L.zli11 and lillgliflv MR. CYRIL EWART Science and Alfvlelici MISS MARGARET BELL ljzzgliib rum' Girls Allvlefiui' MISS FRANCES MALSBURY 1101110 Et'!llIUl1lf4i.l' MISS JEAN PALMER Hirfnrry and Cilicy MISS LUIS HENDERSON lillgfiilv .md Dm11mlic,r MISS ARLENE PRINCE Sclwal INIIIIKYL' MISS DONNABELLE FRY lfl1gff.l'f7 and Mnric Mrs. Mayeur spends her time planning and postponing senior parties . . . Caesar, Virgil, and Cicero still have one loyal and staunch supporter in the person of Miss Gra- ham . . . We have often heard the remark, especially from freshmen, that Mr. Ewart is a handsome man . . . We really think that Miss Bell should be in the Olympics in- stead ot just teaching gym . . . Miss Malsbury keeps up on the very latest recipes and dress patterns . . . Miss Palmer's hobby is collecting guillotines and chopping blocks . , . Miss Henderson is our newcomer from Traer, Iowa, where the Scotch people celebrate Robert Burns' birthday every year . . . Then there is our R. N., and incidentally, a very good bed maker, Miss Prince . . . Miss Fry, our Madame Schumann-Heink and our feminine Toscanini.

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THE MR. ROBERT G. KELSEY Cn nf mari. if MR. KENNETH LUND 1lfl.1!lw111.1lic.i MR. EOSTER KEAGLE Hiaffff'-y-flllvfelim' MISS CLARA JOHNSON Office MR. HAROLD LOXWRY Biimf-Hi.s'!nry MR. MAURICQE BURNS Cn11f111e1'ciaf MISS jUNE BERRY St'jL'l1K'L' MR. C. MORTENSEN SlijC'lH'L' MR. A. I. ELEMING AKQl'ft'!llflll'L' F Here is a real faculty! My, how Mr. Kelsey does count every penny! . . . Don't ever try to argue with Mr. Lund. He's the debate teacher and will trip you every time .... Mr. Keagle is our coach and is strong on psychology . . . Miss johnson is the efficient worker in the office who has her hands full the year round . . , Mr. Lowry is so ate tached to his school work that he has moved right across the street from the school . . . lt seems as though Mr. Burns never has a sad moment . . . Miss Berry not only teaches the freshmen biology but also how to hit the nail on the head . . . Mr. Mortensen keeps busy preventing eager chemistry students from blowing up the lab . . . Mr. Fleming is our farmer. We feel he should be an adviser to the Secretary of Agriculture at Wtrsli- ll1gfOIl.

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SENICDR FACTS AS VIEWED BY A IUNIOR Seniors, the ultimate peak of success and the highest pinnacle upon which one may rest in this institution of learning is yours at last. Four long years you have struggled upward, never daring to cease in your pull toward achievement. At last you wear the robe of pride and of cool, aloof dignity. Who am I to think ill of these seniors who look down on me? They deserve this superior throne upon which they sit, for well I know' how they have strived for this position, this sweet success which lasts only a moment and then is gone, leaving them with more dismal years before they reach another rung on that long steep ladder of fame, fortune, and success. There are some in this noble class of '39 who have found school a mad hilarious party, some who found it dry and were eager to escape such impediments as civics, French, and trig , and others, the minimum minority, who filled each hour with some- thing valuable. No matter into which class they fall, all feel sorrow at departing and wish they had it to do over again. We, the class of '40, can know but little of the feelings of a senior. Right now we stand awe-inspired by their prestige and grandeur. Soon we shall fill their places and look down upon and be looked up at. Only when we close the doors of these class rooms behind us, will we at last truly understand seniors. Until that time comes, our chances to show the present seniors what we think of them are few. We join with them to make the prom a great success, and that is our last act toward them. When we step up to inherit the mantles they are wearing, may the under classmen be as reverent and think as kindly of us as we do of those who are leaving with the class of '39. It will be mighty lonesome, you know, without them here. May we guide the others as well as they have guided us. -ELAINE HELLSTRN '40 AS VIEWED BY A FRESI-IMAN When writing a theme of any kind, we ought to know what we are writing about. Since this is to be a theme concerning seniors, we had better find out just what a senior really is. Among other things, Mr. Webster says a senior is an aged or infirm person. I don't believe that there is an over abundance of infirmity or agedness among the seniors here, though. At the first of the school year some green little freshmen were completely awed by the examples to be copied -seniors! I didn't quite understand why. Let us try to re- member 'way back when we were in the first or second grade. The fifth graders, who seemed to have reached the peak of superiority, were none other than today's dear seniors. But when we reached fifth grade, there was nothing so wonderful. At the same time we were overcome by the idea of ever reaching high school. If we even knew' one of the freshmen, we felt quite important. These important freshmen later became the lordly senior class of '39. As we go on, we become freshmen and again we wonder what it was that impress- ed us so. When certain rather pale green freshmen now attain the senior rank, I hope they feel a bit ashamed for being awed by a bunch of human beings who are not much better than themselves. Going on now to next year, the present seniors will be the insignificant, irrevelant, trivial, paltry, immaterial freshmen or' college. They may even be writing their impressions of the college seniors. Who knows? -RICHARD SKINNER, '42