Roanoke Benson High School - Ro Vic Yearbook (Roanoke, IL)

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f 26 E C H O Class Song Four years ago, we entered high school as a freshman class, Here we are at last in a Senior class. We have won great fame in plays as well as basketball. Now we say to all, we shall never fall. Chorus For we're the Seniors of Roanoke High, We're the class of 25. We have been loyal and faithful to you, Roanoke Hi, we sure will miss you. Yes, we're the Seniors of Roanoke Hi, We're the class of 25. We all have learned the golden rule to be good in school. Yes, we're the Seniors of 25. Pansy Mullins. Class Prophecy No, it wasn't a dream! I pinched myself three or four times to make certain of this fact. There was a letter telling me that I was rich. A small investment in an oil deal had proved successful beyond my fondest hopes, so now I could travel. The first thing to do was to employ a lawyer to take care of my affairs, so I called up a prominent firm and they sent me a noted lawyer, no other than Andrew Zimmerman. I never thought Andrew would ever be a lawyer but he has surely proved a wizard at his profession. Within a week all my plans were made, and on Monday morning I started out due west from Philadelphia in a brand new Packard car. By night I reached Pittsburg and parked my car in a large garage. While walking up to the office to inquire the way to the best hotel in town, I' met Lewis Legel and found that he was the proprietor of the garage. I had always thought Lewis would be a farmer, but one can never tell. I asked him about other members of the class of '25 and he told me that Carl Sand owned the best hotel in town. He directed me to the hotel and there I met Carl. I knew that I would be comfortable in his hotel, because I remember how particular he was in school as to temperature and ventilation. There was a radio in my room, and about nine o'clock I tuned in, and just in time too, for this is what I heard: l Radio Station KYVV broadcasting and the next number will be the famous Elf Trio: Elsie Herbst, contraltog Lava Fauber, sopranog and Freda Imhoff, pianist. VVasn't I in luck to meet or hear so many of my classmates, fifteen years after we had graduated? I enjoyed the selection by the Elf Trio im- mensely, as did thousands of other people. Now that night I prayed that I might meet more of my classmates. The ways of the Almighty are strange. for I hadn't traveled more than forty miles A

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R. V. H. S. 25 We opened the year with a big drive, for the sponsoring of the Lecture course, which proved to be a decided success. Now our thoughts are turned toward the Senior Play to be given in the spring. The Echo staff have worked hard to make this year's annual the best ever. The time for parting is drawing near. One would hardly recognize these polished, dignified young ladies and gentlemen as the verdant Freshmen of four years ago. Father Time has been very good to us, may the future he has in store for us be just as bright. By Leona Hohl Class Poem 'Tis natural for every class of old R. V. H. S. To feel superiority and scorn for all the rest. I suppose we also feel that way, And time will prove us right someday. Now probably you think 'twould be a very great surprise, If for the presidential' chair, they'd choose a lad of '25, But I can't say how that may be, 'Twill be interesting to watch and see. Perhaps some member of this class will make a wonderful invention, Which no one else can quite surpass, and that is our intention. Just watch us as we mount the hill, And you'll see we're not jesting still. There is some duty for each one, not to be shirked or slighted, Perhaps some problem to be solved, or some wrong to be righted. But the good old days we spent together, Will they be forgotten? No, never! So we as a class will always be true To our grand old colors, Orange and Blue. Now hoping you'll not think this a joke, I'll end with three cheers for old Roanoke. ' By Mary Beer.

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R. V. H. S. 27 the next morning when, Crash! Boom! I had collided with another car. The crash rendered me unconscious and the next thing I knew I was in the hospital. VVhen I first opened my eyes I noticed something real bright bending over me. What could it be? When more fully awake I found that it was the red head of my nurse. It was Henrietta Seggerman. We talked for a long time and she told me that George Hunsinger was the driver of the car that had run into me. He wasn't hurt though, and being in a hurry, couldn't stop to see if I was hurt. You see he was a detective and had to hurry to a certain place where a murder had been committed. He surely leads an exciting life! Ilen- rietta also told me that Mary Beer was teaching school in that town. I wasu't hurt badly, so in a few days I went to see Mary. She was delighted to see me and persuaded me to stay with her a few days. The first night I was there the house caught on fire. VVe hadn't gone to bed yet, so we ran outside and turned in the alarm. Within a few moments the fire department was there, with no other as its chief, than Carl Teuscher. It wasn't long before he fire was out, and Mary and I went up to Carl and thanked him for his excellent Work. Three days after this, my car was in shape, so I left Mary and started toward Chicago. Trying to make up for lost time, I am afraid I broke the speed limits. Before I realized it, I was arrested by a speed cop and was taken before a judge. The judge was George Blunier. I was so astonished I had to sit down. Its being my iirst offense, I got off with a small fine. I ar- rived in Chicago on a Tuesday, and after getting settled in a hotel, I went down town to have my hair marcelled. I stopped in a quaint little beauty parlor, and to my amazement I was greeted by Juanita Fisher. She told me she owned the place and did a thriving business. She talked all the while she curled my hair. From her I learned that Marie was running a home for cats out in the country, and that Lois, at the present time was visiting her. Two hours 'later I left the shop and took a taxi to Marie 's institution. When Marie saw me she actually became excited. Marie never became excited in the old days so I wondered what had happened to her. Lois was the same as always, and her hair was still curly. She was travelling, too, and I begged her to goin me. Two days later we left Chicago, but not before we had stopped in Marshall Field's to visit the new manager, Clarence Herbst. Clarence always had a business head. VVe reached Roanoke Thursday night. The town had changed quite a bit. It really had become a city. Friday morning Lois and I visited high school. Here we met Leona Hohl. She was teaching Latin, and really enjoyed her work. I told her how I had heard or met all of our classmates now, except Eddie and Pansy. Leona said that Pansy was the bookkeeper at the Roanoke Tile Co. and that Eddie was in Oregon, a civil engineer, and was known far and wide. The museum that our class had started had grown into one of state fame, and our class memorial was a treasure of the high school. l