Roodhouse Community High School - Railroader Yearbook (Roodhouse, IL)

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.bmw LEGENDE I, Eunice Gilham, bequeath my squeaky voice to the Victor Record Co. I, Marjorie Florence, bequeath my correspondence course in Hawaiian dancing to Jean- nette Smith. I, Harold Bass, leave my rose apple cheeks to Mildred Neal. I, Della Settles, bequeath my ability to sing' the Briday Chorus to Mary Brooks. I, George Kemp, leave a warning to all Junior boys to never marry. I, John T. Shaw, bequeath my Home Brew recipe to G. C. Smith. tHe really likes it.J I, Geraldine Kimmitt, leave my latest book, How to Attract the Neighboring Town Shieks to Bernice Ohmart. WITNESSES- URA SIMP-Residing' at 1201 S. Main St., Jacksonville, Illinois. IMA RABBIT4Residing at Bunker Hill. ED. U. CATION4Residing at Herrin, Illinois. NF 41 awi 'ugliimf A ,4 . in ASW? 73 A 594 i ii, i . Q, as-:EB 'QQ ' 'gifvlp t 0 f X 4 f ,gill Q Q Page Twenly-fwo

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. er LEGENDE CLASS WILL I 926-2 7 V as We, the Gypsies of 1926-1927, Roodhouse Community High School, County of Greene, State of Illinois, being in sound mind and body, wish before continuing our journey, to leave something in the possession of the bands that are to follow us in the future. ' We do hereby declare this our last will and testament and declare all former wills and testaments null and void. We bequeath our reputation of being the smallest band of Gypsies to the Freshman Class and also bequeath all stray coats, caps and other things found on the desks, chairs or in the halls to them. We leave all our surplus knowledge to the Sophomore band and challenge the Gypsies to put out a better Legende than we did. I, Thelma Petrey, leave myblooming freckles to treatment with Stillman's Freckle Cream. I, Myrtle Strawmatt, leave my butterfly bows to any girl who desires an eye view of R. H. S. I, Virginia McGrew, leave my ability to create a tempest in a teapot to Louise Grizzle. I, Mary Arnold, bequeath my ability to ask the right questions at the wrong time to the Freshman Class. I Frances Tendick, leave my lemon locks to Corrine Kidd. I, Olive Ferguson, leave my Wallace Reducing Records to Clara Mae Meckley. I, Beryl Windmiller, leave my large eyes to those who have no foresight. I, Ward Logan, bequeath my capers with the fair sex to Mortimer Gilmore. I, Louise Wilkerson, bequeath my interest in the males to Jane Scott. Page Twenty-one

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. fat LEGENDE PROPI-IECY, CLASS OF '27 Round about the caldron go, In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venon sleeping got, Boiled thou first in the charmed pot. Fillet of a funny snake. In the caldron boil and bake, Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog. Adder's fork and blind worm's sting, Lizard's leg and awlet's wing, For a charm of powerful t1'ouble Like a hell broth boil and bubble. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches mummy, maw of gulf Of the rain's salt sea shark, Root of hemlock digg'd in the dark. Liver of blaspheming Jew. Gall of goat and slips of yew Silver'd in the moon's eclipse. Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips. Finger of birth-spank babe Ditch-delivered by a drag, Make the gruel thick and slab: Add thereto a tiger's chaudron For the ingredients of our caldron Double, double, toil and trouble Fire burn, and caldron bubble. Cool it with a baboon's blood, Then the charm is firm and good. -Sll!lfx'l'81l6Ul'C. I D! ll 1 Before we left our gypsy camp Mother' Rawlins danced around the caldron and forsaw our futures in mists of steam which issued from this concoction. When Louise went to see Mother Rawlins she learned that she would be a fam- ous musician. Olive dancing through the woods came upon the camp when Mother Rawlins was at the caldron. The second mist held Olive's future. She will be the president of an old m'aid's meeting. The next to visit the mystic caldron were Marjorie and Beryl. They heard a strange muttering which they discovered was Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and caldron bubble. A mist appeared visible only to the eyes of our wise prop- hetess who told Marjorie that she would be a society queen in London and would enter- tain lavishly for one of our tribe. It must be Beryl because another mist appeared which foretold that Beryl would be Secretary of Labor and be sent to London. When Virginia went to bid her Mother farewell and to learn what the future Page Twenty-three