Stonington High School - Stony Echoes Yearbook (Stonington, IL)

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19 STONY EoHoEs .26 ' SALUTATORY In behalf of my class I greet you. We have come before you to ex- press our gratitude and thankfulness for your co-operation in our four years of High School. Especially do we wish to thank our parents and teachers for their help and encouragements at all times and also we wish to thank the mem- bers of this community for giving each of us this wonderful chance for a High School education. From our first day here we have looked forward to our graduation, but now, that time is here we realize with regret that our good old High School days are few and we must soon begin to make plans for our future. Once again, in the name of the Class of 1926 of the Stonington High School I give you a hearty welcome to our class night program. JOSEPHINE MCCORMICK. PRESIDENTS ADDRESS GONE, BUT NOT FORGOTTEN Parents, friends and the rest, whom we are about to leave: I come before you tonight for a real cause. It doesn't seem long since we entered this Old Faithful Teacher, but because we did not meditate upon the sub- ject: we thought we'd be looked upon as greenhorns, not realizing how short the time would be until we began to pack our sacks, for another place. We were laughed and sneered at, but by patience, hard knocks and en- couragements have climbed to the place where we now stand, forgetting and remembering the things accordingly as they happened. We'll admit we did have the Out of Place, feeling the iirst year, but by natural tendencies passed over that stage. The second year we were a little more recognized than the first. The third year, which rolled around so quickly, awakened us, making us realize that we were now bending over looking down, instead of looking up. But now since the last is about to disclose, we are sad. Sad in the sense of leaving the Place of Knowledge. But yet friends, glad in the sense of entering a broader source of learning, also glad and thankful of having the over flow of encouragement, from our parents, teachers and Board, which by its encouragement, we received that old hard to get and hard to forget ambition which is leading us into life's game. Now to the Board of Education, we hold highly a place in our hearts for what you have been doing to make our high school life a success thus to you do we, not regret attributing the foundation of our knowledge. Any good building must have good corner stones. We, in reality feel that we've had our corner stones laid perfectly by the aid of these dear teachers. To our parents. we can never express our appreciation, in short we feel extremely indebted to them in such a way that can never be repaid. For our dear classmates we also have a gratification that is inex- prcssiblc. Twenty-seven

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19 STONY ECHOES 26 She had undoubtedly run rings around her sister, because Mr. Chap- Eian informed me that Mildred is keeping books in a poultry commission ouse. I motored back to the landlady's house and she met me at the door, telling me that she had purchased a very beautiful picture. I examined the picture very closely and found it to be a very elaborate picture re- produced by one of the largest firms in this state, that is, The Marron Twins. ' The next night I attended a theatre and found to my amazement sitting beside me my schoolmate, Gladys Sterns. In the vaudeville was Mildred Mason, the soprano in a ladies' quartet. On my way home I chanced to pass the depot. There stood Mable Pyle Wolfe, who informed me that she was waiting for the arrival of Robert Wolfe, her husband, who was principal at the Centralia High School, and was now returning for a visit. The next day at the beach, I met a strange but true incident, that is Leahy Dwyer and his wife Thelma came to the beach, he as a salesman of the Overland cars. The car in which they were riding was a very attractive one with a radio built in the dash board. Leahy informed me that it was one of the Slaughter1ine Radios, produced by Slaughter Radio Co., Detroit, Michigan. I can't spend all my time at the beach, thought I, so I decided to go home and read. Again I found some interesting news. Under the topic entitled What School Teaching Does for You, I found an illustration which proved that it must not have agreed with this person. This was the illustration: Miss Melva Tarrant, a native of Stonington, goes insane from teaching school just eight years. This was surely tough luck, but a note from the physician said she still has a chance to recover. As yet I had never seen all the town so I decided to look the place over carefully. It did me good because I noticed a large sign in electric lights, Dentist, M. C. Habenstreit, 3rd Floor. Take elevator. Furthermore I went on to purchase me some more reading material. I purchased the Amelian. I began looking over the magazine to see how it compared with a magazine Bob Traughber and I were publishing when suddenly someone touched me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a magnificently dressed woman who said she was formerly Hazel Watson. She said she had just married a millionaire and offered us her story to publish in our magazine. She also told me Jessie Mills and her husband, lwho were successfully running a tea room near Stonington, were visiting er. Just then someone touched me and said Wake up, and I knew it was all a dream. MARGARET Cox. ROBERT TRAUGHBER. Twenty-six

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19 STONY ECHOES 26 You Freshies, we feel sure that you'll make good, because a good start usually constitutes a good ending. We regret that we cannot be with you longer. but will come back some day in hopes of finding you on your way to heavenly fame. You Sophomores have created that old helping spirit among this dear class of '26 that will be printed in our hearts until death, as of fond recol- lection to us when we may turn to view our brief history of our high school career. And you Juniors, although we have been at times, sorely disgusted with each other, we are leaving you with a clear conscience. We in- directly feel that some day we will realize more clearly what you have done for us. If it had not been for you, we feel sure that our class would not have prospered so Well. We are not leaving you in one sense of the word, life companions, be- cause our thoughts will remain with you in this spot forever. Now as we are about to depart for this Great Cause, I trust this thought will bring back our high school remembrances with you. A thousand joys may foam, On the billows of all these years, But never the foam brings the Brave back home, It reaches the haven through tears. -ROBERT TRAUGHBER. SENIOR CLASS POEM Like the sun that is slowly sinking Far down in the western zone We from this building must part forever That for four years has been our home. Like the spirit that conquers one in a dream We entered high school in that mood it seemed To conquer and to win. There were times when we were discouraged But that always lies in our way For we must fight our own battles through If we wish to succeed some day. Self reliance and patience too Must always be in tune with you Or you will be sure to fail. Our High School career is ended And we must make our way Into the great rush of life's game Where the cards of fate are at play. We feel that our efforts have not been in vain While trying our best some knowledge to gain To iight with and push onward. Twenty-eight