Prophetstown High School - Prophet Yearbook (Prophetstown, IL)

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CLASS WILL OF 1922 We, the unsurpassed class of 1922, realizing that our last days in dear old P. H. S. are drawing near, and fully aware of the deep sorrow and regret which will be felt by the faculty and entire student body in loosing such a talented and active class, who have brought only glory and honor to P. H. S., being of sound mind and memory, do hereby de- clare this our Last Will and Testament. To the faculty we bequeath the priviledge of finding an- other class as willing as the class of '22, Providing they can To our class advisors, Mr. Bates, Miss Olive Ritzenthaler, Miss De Garis and Mrs. Olmstead we bestow our heartiest thanks for having so safely guided and directed us through the many perils that have come to us during the past year. We bequeath to Miss Erma Ritzenthaler the priviledge of saying you forfeit your right, to the Junior class. We bequeath to Mr. Andrews the priviledge of lengthen- ing his trousers ,whenever he sees fit. Ruby Lawrence bequeaths her extra brain power to Ar- thur Egert. Mildred Gibson bequeaths her sedateness to Evangeline McGrady. ' Roscoe Davies bepueaths his washcloth and soap to Clif- ford McFadden. Marjorie Hammond bequeaths her fast steps to anyone who can follow them. To the Junior Class we bequeath our good looks and brainy beans. Lucile Rink bequeaths her gift of gab to Leona Hud- son. Marie Anderson leaves her extra weight to Lucille Swan- son and Erma Marrill. Mabel Lumbard bequeaths her hair dresser to Ella Riley. Bessie Lancaster bepueaths her power and ability to vamp to Agnes Turner. Nathalie Emmons leaves an order that Dorothy Brown may have sole management of the school. Clare Milligan bequeaths his ambition of becoming a bach- elor to Cecil Olinger. Val Johnson bequeaths his good looks and blushes to his twin brother Luther Carlson. Harry McNamara bequeaths his bottle of brilliantine to Arnold Waite providing he needs some more. Mae Lumbardbequeaths her front tooth to Irene Brooks. Blanche Brown bequeaths her ability to be quiet in the assembly to Genieve Myers. ' Being, as aforesaid, sound of mind, we hereby appoint the Junior Class of P. H. S. our administrator of this, our Last Will and Testament, without bond. Lastly, that all our just debts and funeral expenses be paid by said administrator, said sum to be taken from the fund of knowledge prescribed by the Board of Education of the Prophetstown High School. SENIOR CLASS

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HISTORY OF CLASS OF '22 It was on a rainy day early in September 1918. How did the teachers know what to expect? Oh! yes, it was a green and awkward a bunch as you ever saw. There were twenty- six in that bunch and every one knew what a good preacher an ant is, so following its example said nothing. This know- ledge however stayed a very short time, it took only the ini- ation by the Sophomores to disolve every particle of it. Amos Graham was the president and Paul Keiser did his best as treasurer. Revenge is sweet so we found the next year when we, as an experienced class, initiated the incoming Freshies. We preferred Nathalie Emmons for president now and Marjorie Hammond for treasurer. Another happy year passed. Forwarned, forearmedf' we began in earnest at the be- ginning of our Junior year. All were satisfied with Nath- alie, so we again asked her to be our president, while Ruby Lawrence was chosen to be treasurer. Oh! how we worked to earn money for that Junior Prom, which we must give in honor of the retiring Seniors. It was done on the 27th of April, and we will always hope it was a success. After crosses and losses men grew humbler and wiser, and the Senior class was no exception. Having chosen Blanche Brown for president an Marie Anderson for treasur- er, we again were hard at work. First the Senior class play which was a grand success, financially at least. Next the Prom-! How we all will enjoy it. And the Annual, such hard and tiring work. But how we like it. For all shallsee and know usias we are. We work and hope for its success, for we have done our very best and 'tis far better to have tried and failed than never to have tried at all. On June 2, 1922, we will pass from your doors, Oh! good old P. H. S. never to return again in those happy days of scholarhood. R. I. L.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was dusk. As I sat in front of the open fireplace the dancing of the flames cast fantastic shadows on the walls. I was alone and lonely. As I sat gazing at this beautiful scene I thought of the by-gone days so full of happiness and activity when the world seemed so bright and the heart Was free. Where were they all now of those good old school days? My that's blew to the little dark bobbed haired girl. What was her name? Marjorie, oh Marjorie Sip-no not Marjorie Sip-Marjorie Hammond. She had taught school for a year but it held not the glamour, excitement and inter- est of an oil station for Marjorie and so she prospered. The twins of the class of'22. They had left Prophetstown soon after graduation and had worked for a while in the Movies when one day as they were rehearsing a cabarette scene a noted director of vaudeville happened in looking for talent to place in his latest production. He had searched far and wide for just such talent and at last here in his home town of New York he found it. After talking to their direc- tor for a while he obtained an interview with them and hired them as leading characters at two hundred dollars a week. They have worked upward until now they are the highest paid actresses in the United States. That is only three of the fourteen who graduated that year so long ago when I was merely a Junior. There was Nathalie Emmons. Every- one thought that Nathalie would certainly chose between one of two things-music or John D! But she chose neither. Of course she was gifted in that line but somehow we were all suprised when she chose public speaking, having had much experience along this line during her days in the Prophetstown High School. From this time on we heard from her at various times until one day the news came over the wire that she was elected U. S. Senator. Just think of a citizen of Prophetstown holding a position of world im- portance, but it proved only too true and Nathalie is now heard of more frequently. It is believed by her closest friends that she may sometime hold a higher office, that of President, perhaps. Oh! How well I remember the time when I, with a party of friends, was touring the mountains. I had wandered away from the campfire to do some exploring. I later found that I was lost, and knowing that my friends were to camp high- er on the mountain that night I started the journey upward I was laboriously struggling in this ascension, when, much to my surprise I heard a voice cry halt. I stopped and look- ed for the speaker. Again that hidden voice Read that sign, sir, and retrace your steps. I read, No man shall cross this line. That didn't apply to me but now I recalled the fact that I was wearing a hiking suit and that my bobbed hair was hidden under my cap. Suddenly the bushes parted and a golden haired lady stepped out. Certainly that face was familiar, yes was it possible, it was Betty our old friend Betty living in this solitude. Upon recognizing me she in-