Seward High School - Ess Aitch Ess Yearbook (Seward, IL)

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M . .. I IIIIIIIIIIIIFSPH-SHS112+'.'.'.'.'.'.1'.'.'.1'.'.'.1' ' . ' ' . M Class History In the Spring' of 1913 the Senior class of today began when Ernest Meyers and Carolyn Last started to school. In the fall of the same year Doris Fry and Marian Murphy began their school career. During our nine grade years many came and went and at the end of our eighth grade, Marian Murphy, Doris Fry, Carolyn Last, Juanita Scott, John Last and Viola Jansen were left to enter High School- In the fall of 1921 there entered in High School twelve students, the largest class recorded in the annals of Seward High School. This class also holds the record for the largest and smallest, shortest and tallest individuals in High School. During our Junior year one of the members left school. As a class we adopted a custom of initiating the freshmen. Ourselves, being the ones to escape the many trials. As Seniors we consider we have spent three profitable years for our- selves and Seward High School. NVe feel as if we accomplished all things a class could. We confess that our greatness is due to our Worthy instructors. We have provided leaders in many activities and feel that our absence will be keenly felt next year, so ends our Hi-gh School career. -Carolyn Last. .. ' M 1' '.1'.'.12'.11'.'.2Z'.T'tZP'1924-f4'fffffff.'fIf.' ' M Eighteen

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