Westville High School - Janus Yearbook (Westville, IL)

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THE MEDLEY $)ropl?rnj PREAMBLE It is a well known truism that the children of today are the citizens of tomorrow. The little hands that today take your pennies to buy candy with; the little unkempt heads that today you kiss and send to school, will tomorrow be the wealth producing power of our nation, and the creative genius of our country. And so I can see with my prophetic eye the boys and girls of the graduating class of today, take leading roles in the near future of the political, industrial and educational affairs of our fellowmen. After four years of incessant toil before the camera my co-worker, Roland Stark, and myself decided to take a much needed rest. Accordingly we ordered our valets to pack our grips and on a sunny Wednesday noon we boarded the twentieth century Limited for Chicago. Arriving in the windy city we registered at the Blackstone Hotel. Entering the dining room we saw a tall stout man in evening clothes, who wore a face that resembled Robert Pierce. Beside him sat a beautiful woman, gorgeously gowned, whom hecalled “dear.” He looked at us reflectively and joyfully ejaculated, “Well, I’ll be--, if this is not 'Joky’ and ‘Peck’ ”, and happy greetings followed. “Why, only last night we saw you on the screen.” “Well, we’ve come to life,” I laughed, “but tell us about yourself. ” “Not much to tell, ” he replied, “You know I was always fond of farming. Well I’ve made a half million on the job and now we are on our way to Russia to visit the Royal family.” “Er! —what—how! !” we gasped amazedly. “Well, you see, ” he explained, “I own a whole bushel—whole bushel, of potatoes. Mr. Rockefeller offered me twenty-five thousand dollars for it, with an agreement that it will be utilized for his individual consumption, but I refused the offer outright.” “Such a valuable commodity,” I exclaimed, cannot be given for so ordinary a purpose. I will String them into a necklace, and present it to the Czarina for abdicting the throne, thereby showing the Russian people my humanitarian impulses in their behalf.” “Long live Mr. and Mrs. Robert Pierce.” we shouted. ‘ ‘Now tell us, what do you know about our other classmates? He thought fora second. “You remember Eddie—I mean Edward Zaniewsky, don’t you? He is in this Hotel, room 1313. If you hurry like you used to do to a West-ville fire, to help fight it for a dollar, you will see him before he leaves for Washington.” The bell boy made an extra five dollars that day, and in ten minutes we were holding Eddy’s hands in the tight grasp of our own. “Sorry, boys,” he said, I cannot spend more time with you. I am en-route to Washington as Expert Electrical Engineer for the Government. 21

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THE MEDLEY Meyer’s Will and Testament - Studious proclivities to John Mellen. Tardiness to Anna Wilson. Ability as Bookkeeper to the one beside him in class. Habit of talking aloud to Raymond Holcomb. What Drusilla wishes to bequeathe She leaves her face powder to Gertie Clark. Her graceful carriage to Lizzie Emery. Pet slang phrases to Anna Wilson. Her ability as peacemaker of the Senior Class she leaves to Miss Haworth. Rob’s Will and Testament The style of combing his hair, he leaves to Mr. Magruder. His place in the next track meet to Ralph Ellsworth. His neutrality concerning class “mix ups” to Joseph LeCount. Helen wishes to bequeathe— Her high pitched soprano voice to Allula Coxen, with the hopes that she may become a second Gali Curci. Her far reaching strides she leaves to Tess Savisky. The accummulation of waste paper in her desk to the mice. Ed’s Will and Testament His ability as cartoonist he leaves to Geo. McManus. He leaves his swiftness to John Mellen. His Stradivarius violin he leaves to Mr Campbell. His clear cut and dignified manner to Joseph LeCount. What Frances wishes to bequeathe— Her knowledge concerning the theory of music to Odessa Thomas. Her retiring manner to Mary Dowiatt. Her immense size to Tom Thumb. My Will and Testament— My alto voice I leave to Gertie Clark. Contrariness to Marie Holman. Dancing inclination I leave to Sadie Howard. Swell penmanship to Brown’s Business College. What We as a Class leave— Our unity of 6-5 to Juniors. Experiments in Physics we didn’t perform to the Junior Class. Alphabetical order of being chosen as supply teachers to Mr. Cass. What we didn’t learn about German to Juniors, for reference as to how much that is we refer to Miss Haworth. What is left of the laboratory apparatus we leave to the incoming class. Our general class agreeableness to the Busy Bee Club. Our wishes for a still greater efficiency to the whole school. Gratitude to the Board and our parents who have made these happy years possible. We affix our hands and seals hereunto this first day of June, 1917. Gertie Possolt Robert Pierce Helen Redulis Fred Sneyd Nellie Alspaugh Frances Freitick Genevieve Buskirk Roland Stark Ed Zaniewsky Meyer Brownstein Drusilla Marshlla 20

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THE MEDLEY Visit me there and I will take all pains to show you through the White House.” But we decided to accompany him at once. There we promptly went to the White House, when to our gladsome surprise, we heard Mrs. Peter Sole, nee Gertie Possolt, in an eloquent speech before Congress, arguing for universal suffrage for women. Though proud, we were not much surprised. for you know that Gertie had always aspired to be the emancipator of her sex and since graduation she has been prominent in the Woman Suffrage party. Bidding Eddy goodbye, we journeyed to New York. Of course we had known for some time that Fred Sneyd was boss of the greatest political organization in the United States—Tammany Hall, where we called on him at once. “Fred,” we said softly, “we are not surprised to find you here. You were always a leader and organizer, but how do you like it?” I like it very well, for it is the work of my inner calling, ” he elucidated, “but I find it a wee bit more strenous than the ‘Gridiron’.” Where are you going from here.” he asked us. To New Jersey, to see Gus Stvak,” we told him. and next day found us in Gus’ study, reading his latest contribution to the literary college, his book entitled, “Gutter Angels.” “I’m in a little predicament, boys,” he said, “I am considering the acceptance of chief editorship of either the Chicago Tribune or New York World.” “And how did you find the road to fame,” we asked him. “It was craggy and thorny as roads to fame must be, but I traveled on a stout vehicle of perseverance, well equipped with hope, work and self-confidence. I made no attempt to make shortcuts, and as you see, I have reached destination in good time.” We bade good-bye to Gus, started on our last destination, to Westville, our home town. Genevieve Buskirk, we found, was one of the Trustees of the University of Illinois. It was through her efforts that the University has attained the highest rank among the educational institutions of the country. Helen Redulis is now the Mayor of W'estville. She ran on the dry ticket and was elected by the wets. She’s only been in office six months and has already procured for them water works, their own light plant and the streets and alleys are carbon copies of the “famous spotless town.'” Frances Freitick, we learned, is married to the owner of a munition plan. Her patriotic spirit is so intense that when war threatened she magnanimously offered even her cherished boudoir powder, and the colossal collection of egg shells from her kitchen. Drusilla Marshall is conducting a Lady Duff-Gordon fashion shop in Westville. Although the price of silk is fifteen dollars per yard, she advertises that she will dress any woman in garments of up-to-date make for fifty cents. We are sorry that we cannot attribute this prodigious economy to her 22