Westville High School - Janus Yearbook (Westville, IL)

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1920 THE COSMO 1920 CLASS WILL 1920—Continued Bruce Stulguisky: My brains to the students of the U. of 1. The answers to my Do you think so?” to the faculty. My ability as a historian to Thelma Possolt. William Dowiatt: Arguments over weight with Miss Hadley to Fred Dudley. My walking speed to the Illinois Traction System. Detective Agency to Ivan Ellsworth. Each member of the Senior Class has hereto affixed his or her name. Madeline Kelly Odessa Thomas Voland Vaught Eva Kelly Gertie Clark Sadie Howard Adolph Dowiatt Elizabeth Emery Mary Dowiatt Anna Moreiko Gladys Smith Bruce Stulguisky William Dowiatt 23

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1920 THE COSMO 1920 CLASS WILL 1920-Continued Gertie Clark: My dearest possession, a powderpuff, to Nettie McGinsey. The right to stay out late at night and hustle around the next day to get my lessons to Maryetta Daugherty. My dignified manner to Bertha Boyd. Sadie Howard: My hair puffs to Mabel Brooks. Music ability to Anna Ludwig, hoping she will achieve as much in this line as 1 h e. My good grades in American History to Joe Carp. Adolph Dowiatt: The belief in “superiority of women” I leave to Algerd. The right to be “half of the team” in football to Tony and Sylvester. My twenty minutes late habit to Swede. Elizabeth Emery: The freckle on my nose to Helen Alspaugh. My methods of teaching to the Juniors, expecting them to be a profitable gift. Contrariness to Garnet. Mary Dowiatt: My mannish ways to Charles Bauser. Basketball captaincy to Clara Hajnal. Chemistry apron, regardless of the holes, to be darned ready for use next year to Mildred Ord. My voice to the Semi-Chorus. Anna Moreiko: My love for William to Florence Sandlin. The successful method for learning “Rhadora” 1 leave to Leland Vaught. Folk dancing ability to Effie Cowell. Gladys Smith: My tennis shoes to Miss Newman, providing she doesn’t cut the toes out, in order to make them fit. My love for Shakespeare to Miss Overman. My speed in typing to Raymond Lucas. My curls to Hazel Truax, to be worn tied with a green ribbon. 21

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1920 THE COSMO 1920 Class Poem ALOHOE Far away in the distance, a voice is calling A voice that we fain would hear, A feeling of sadness creeps into our hearts As we leave the place we love so dear. And what is so sad as that day in June When we stand with our heads bowed low, And listen in silence to the words of one Who says, “Ye will reap what ye sow? Our past has been full of sunshine, Our hearts have been filled with joys, We look into the yesterday, and regret We can’t always be girls and boys. The paths of Life are before us We know not which to take, Each one has its joys and sorrows And our future destinies to make. There’s old Father Time with his sickle, And he looks with beckoning eye; We must hasten on, for his hour glass, Grain by grain, heaps high. Friends, there are no words that tell The mingled thoughts we have today, For well we know the time has come Our farewell words to say. And what is so sad as that day in June? That day we will never forget, Its memories will help us to climb To that goal which we have set. ■jh GLADYS SMITH.