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

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([CARDINAL]) LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF CLASS OF ’25 We, the members of the Senior Class of ’25, being very greatly concerned with the welfare of a certain few insignificant persons and hoping that they will at least get as much enjoyment out of school as have we, bearing in mind that it would be impossible for them to absorb as much knowledge as have we, realize that it is our duty to give them advice and therefore do make and affirm our last joint and individual wills and testaments in the manner and form following: Considering it is our duty to warn our successors as to the consequences of tipping their chairs on freshly waxed floors, as such actions may prove fatal, we give strict warning against such. To the long suffering faculty, we grant peace of mind, trusting that they will find it very different but nevertheless, welcome. To the remaining students of the W. C. H. S., we bequeath all of the lockers on the third floor, hoping they do not fill them with waste paper and old Literary Digests. To the Juniors, we give self-possession of the back row of seats in the assembly hall and a three inch square on the under side of the desks, on which to park their chewing gum. To the Sophomores, we give the honor of being the most dignified and “largest” class in the W. C. H. S. To the Freshmen, we bequeath the power of casting the most innocent and angelic expressions. We leave to next year’s Physics Class that bottle of highly concentrated perfume which exists in ammonium sulphide hoping that it does not gain in strength by 1926. To the rooters of next year’s basketball and baseball games, we bequeath our strong voices and megaphones wishing that they make as good use of them as we did. I, Myra Kretzer, leave my ability to vamp every new man that comes to town, within a limit of one hour and fifty-nine minutes, to Edna Turner. To Mary Waggoner, I leave my ability and position as champion jazz piano player. I, Jerry Slonaker, do bequeath to James William, my place as right forward on the famous quintet. I give to Virgil Schroeder, the sole privilege of being the last person to Botany class. I, Katherine Albert, do bestow my skill in appearing to be the most interested and studious girl in school to Marie Trusner, hoping that she may profit by same. I also confer upon Velma Baum my place as champion flute player of the W. C. H. S. I, Paul Waggoner, do leave to Earl Clem, my position as leading ladies’ man of the school. To Helen Crossman, I leave my “marcelle” hoping that she may find it useful and beneficial during the remainder of her stay in W. C. H. S. I, Orval Robinson, do bequeath unto Eugene Ault my position as the champion wiggler of the W. C. H. S.. I also give to Craig Waller my front seat in American History and hope that he may keep it as long as I have. Sealed and signed this tenth day of April in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and twenty-five. The Class of 1925 Tiventy-tliret

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([CARDINAL]) COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM May 26, 1925 Overture ........................ Orchestra Invocation .................. Rev. Cotton Salutatory ........................... Paul Waggoner Piano Solo................... Myra Kretzer Valedictory .............. Katherine Albert Commencement Address Myron L. Pontius Presentation of Diplomas..... J. M. Eyman Benediction ....... Rev. Gordon Waggoner BACCALAUREATE PROGRAM May 24, 1925 Invocation ................. Rev. Cotton Senior Charge ...... Jeremiah Slonaker Junior Response .............. Earl Rau Quartet.......Paul Waggoner, Miss Stubbs, ..........Erma Robbins, Archie Spitzer Baccalaureate Sermon, Rev. Gordon Waggoner Benediction ............... Rev. Cotton LOOKS LIKE RAIN On May 15th, the Seniors staged their play, “Looks Like Rain,” quite successfully, with many laughs for the audience. The scene of the play was the Sherwood Inn in the Catskill Mountains ; the time, the present. Monty’s health resort might have been a paying proposition but after a persistent lack of rain, everything dried, the mineral springs refused to go on springing, the guests all left the hotel, Monty’s little fortune was wiped out and Cousin Elmo came to await the crash and grab the inheritance which was to be his if Monty proved to be a business failure. All the characters are rich: Monty, the hard luck, hotel proprietor; Jerry, the lazy caretaker; Martha, his domineering wife; Nellie, the girl in the case; Reggie, with impractical ideas; Elmo, the next of kin; and last but not least, Vilut, the farmer’s daughter. CAST OF CHARACTERS Monty Mansfield Reggie Van Wert Elmo Armstrong Jerry Watson ... Nellie Watson... Martha Watson Vilut Hickey..... Paul Waggoner .... Archie Spitzer James Eyman .... Charles Hall Myra Kretzei Katherine Albert Winnifred Pease Twenty-two

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(CARDINAL)) SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY One warm July day in 1935, as I was slowly walking up toward the business section of Washington, D. C., I chanced to look up and saw an aeroplane slowly descending. When it got just above the top of the business houses, with a swift lunge, it started to ascend again. Just then 1 noticed millions of little bits of paper floating to the ground. One fell at my feet and for curiosity’s sake I stooped and picked it up. It was an advertisement of the new aeroplane which had come to the city, giving a complete list of prices for rides. I slipped the card into my pocket and went on my way. A few days later the card fell from my pocket and when I glanced at it, a feeling of adventure came to me. I was determined now to ride in one of these aeroplanes. My two months vacation began on the following Monday, so I decided on a coast to coast trip. As I had relatives in California, I immediately wrote them a letter telling the time when I thought I could arrive, and sent my baggage ahead. Having made all necessary arrangements, on Monday morning at 8:00 o’clock, I went down to the field from which I was to start. I waited for a few minutes when I noticed the aviator coming toward me. When he became near enough, whom should I recognize but Jeremiah Slonaker, one of my old classmates. Jerry and I had graduated together in 1925 from the W. C. H. S. in Warrensburg, Illinois. Jerry was as much surprised as I over our meeting and we began talking over old times, and what we had done for the past ten years. In this way almost two hours slipped by before we thought of the trip. So immediately we climbed in the aeroplane and were soon on our way. Like Jerry, I had not been in Warrensburg for several years, so we planned to stop for a day and see old friends and visit home. Much to my surprise, Jerry told me that he had been in Ohio for three years serving duty as an aviator for the Walker Aeroplane Company. I let my thots drift and about six o’clock that evening, I noticed we were slowly descending. Supposing that there was engine trouble, I became greatly alarmed. We landed in a field and Jerry jumped out. Turning to ask him what was wrong, I glanced up and found myself looking at a beautiful brick structure surrounded by trees and shrubs. The scene seemed familiar when, as if a bomb had exploded near me, I came to the realization of the fact that this was the school building from which I had graduated back in 1925. Twenty-four