Warrensburg Latham High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Warrensburg, IL)

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JUNIORS CLASS FLOWER - - WARD ROSE CLASS COLORS - BLUE AND GREY CLASS MOTTO: “Everyone a Senior Next Year” PRESIDENT VICE-PRESIDENT SEC’Y-TREAS. HAROLD DRESBACII MIRIAM BAUMGARTNER MILDRED PHILLIPS CLASS ROLL 20 Miriam Baumgartner Irvin Schroeder Harold. Dresbacl' Mildred Phillips

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Class Will Beulah Haywood We, the Senior Class of 1922, of the Warrensburg Community High School, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament, that is to say: I, Lawrence Albert, do grant to Alfred Major, that lack of common sense which has made me so very conspicuous during my sojourn in W. C. H. S. I also confer upon Irvin Schroeder my most innocent look, and hope that he may be more successful in his efforts to escape detection. After much consideration and profound deliberation, realizing that he may need it, I, Sidney Cotton, do bequeath to my esteemed successor, Paul Waggoner, that charm which has for many years saved me from the wiles of women, hoping that he may benefit from it as I have. I, Russell Dickerson, realizing that I must soon leave this institution, do confer upon my survivors that deep foresight which I have always displayed, and that independent tendency which has always actuated my conduct. Feeling that I must leave my esteemed friend, Harold Dresbach, something to remind him of our happy days in W. C. H. S., I, Georgia Emrick, confer upon him my cultivated giggle, which has won me many friends, and sincerely hope he will profit by the acquisition of the same. I, Flossie Haywood, do bequeath my thirst for knowledge to Jerry Slonaker. I, Ennis Pease, feeling that this school will suffer from the loss of my composed and impartial judgment, do give and devise this faculty to any aspiring junior who proves himself worthy of acquiring the same. I, Erma Rau, bequeath my serious nature to Miss Carter, trusting that it will be an important help to her in the grave business of conducting her classes when I am no longer present. I, Harold Wickline, do bequeath my propensity for asking innumerable questions to Lynn Baum, hoping that he may gain more knowledge than heretofore. Feeling that I shall have no more need for tranquil and composed temperament, I, Maude Williams, do bestow the same upon Ruth Senour. After a great amount of thought, and moved in a moment of desperation, I, Forrest Wentworth, devise and bequeath my basketball pants to Harry Baum, provided he will expand enough to fill them. We, the members of the Senior Class of 1922, hereby nominate and appoint the faculty of the Warrensburg High School to be the executors of this will. Signed: THE SENIOR CLASS. May, 1922. 19

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Our Class The editor-in-chief, He came around to me, “The Junior Class, ’tis my belief, Can have this page,” said he. “Fill it up with pome and tale, And other things about yourselves, And please don’t say that you will fail— Your works could fill the shelves.” When I announced this to the class, You should have heard the bawl; “Why,” Schroeder said, “Our little mass Can never write a page a’tall.” But “Bum” and “Punk,” they ruled him out. “We’ll help without a fret.” Then from Schroeder came a shout, “I’ll help you too, you bet!” Then it came to marking out The part that each should take. “I’ll write a little pome,” I said, “Of thirteen lines, a start to make.” And so I asked them all to think About some thing to write; But each one to himself did wink, And say beneath his breath, “Not quite.” Upon that little pome I worked, And worked ’till I was weary; I sat up nights real late, Until my sight got bleary. I waited for their manuscripts That never did come in. All that they would think about, Was the ball games we should win. And so it fell on me, To fill the pesky page, at last, And keep the honor of the Junior Class, Up high, like in the past. 21