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

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Freshmen Class Notes On September 5, 1921, four pupils entered the Warrensburg High School as freshmen. Shortly afterward they were joined by two others. On the whole, this class had a successful year, living up to their name in both studies and athletics. The following poem, by a freshman, is an example of what they are capable of doing: BASKETBALL Basketball is a very nice game Because you know I play. I am a side center and with Florence Scott We jump and are merry and gay. And then we wear black gym bloomers And each has pretty red socks. They say we look like a bunch of show girls That just came out of a band-box. We run and jump and scramble When we think we can get the ball; And you ought to see us when excited, And throwing clear across the hall. The boys always make fun of us girls. They say we think our clothes are cute; But you should see them in basketball, They all look as if they had on a bathing suit. Cardinal and tan are our colors. Some thought of white and blue. But in our bloomers and middies I like white and black best. Don’t you? Now that the games are nearly over, And it’s time for the tolling bell We wish success for the years to come So I bid you all farewell. 25

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FRESHMEN CLASS FLOWER - - SWEET PEA CLASS COLORS - AMERICAN BEAUTY AND SILVER CLASS MOTTO: UP THE STEP BY STEP PRESIDENT - PAUL WAGGONER VICE-PRESIDENT JEREMIAH SLONAKER SEC’Y-TREAS. - KATHARINE ALBERT CLASS ROLL Jeremiah Slonaker Orval Robinson Mildred Hackney Katharine Albert 24 Paul Waggoner Myra Kretzer

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+ f LITERARY Miss Mary and the Tramp Erma Rau, ’22. Miss Mary Blake was what is commonly termed an “old maid.” But in spite of a few touches of gray in her wavy, brown hair, she was very comely still, with her smooth, clear skin and bright, brown eyes. She lived alone, hiring a man to work on her farm, who lived with his wife in a tenant house nearby. Since the death of her father, several years ago, she had been very lonely. She was very fond of children, and had often thought of adopting a little girl, but dreaded the thought of going to an orphan asylum and choosing one. The time was when Miss Mary had been young and carefree, and had a lover. His name was Dick Taylor, and they were engaged, but just a month before the day set for the wedding, they had quarreled over a matter which now seemed very trivial to her, but then had appeared a real and vital affair. In the impetuosity of youth she had returned his ring and sent him away. Ever since, for fifteen long years, she had repented of her rash act, but had finally come to be resigned to her lot, and bore it patiently, contented, but not happy. One day in April, Miss Mary saw a little girl wandering in her yard. Thinking it one of the neighbor’s children, who often came to visit her, she went to call her to come in and have some of the cookies she had just baked. But looking closer, she saw that it was a strange child whom she had never before seen. Questioning her, she discovered that her name was Alice Taylor. “But where did you come from, and how did you get here in my yard?” asked Miss Mary. “Oh, I was riding with my papa on a big train and all at once the train went bang! and turned over. I got out, and tried to find my papa, but I couldn’t. They was people all yelling around and all bloody and hurt. I didn’t like it there, an’ so I come off down the road, an’—an’—I want my papa!” cried the child, bursting into tears. “There, there, don’t cry; I’ll take care of you,” said Miss Mary, soothing the little girl. “See, here are some nice cookies.” She soon had her quiet. Just then the hired man’s wife rushed in with the news of a :r,