Westville High School - Janus Yearbook (Westville, IL)

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19 MEMOIRS 21 My “song-bird” ability to Mary Lietard who is rapidly advancing toward that line. That Floyd be Mabelle’s partner in cooking class, and in cooking class only. Paul Giacone: My little arguments with Miss Newman to the underclassmen. All of my wise sayings to the Freshmen, provided they will not use the dictionary too often. My sweet temper to Miss Loomis, to be used on pupils without excuses. Ruth Stark: My rubber heels to Miss Newman to be used every day so as not to disturb the sleeping members of the Assembly. My written book-reviews to the Freshies on condition they do not tell the English Teacher. My vampish ways to Margaret Henderson, not to be used on the inter-urban conductor. Fred Brown:: My extreme lightness of foot to Blanche Lete. My inventive turn of mind to Miss Winkler to be used and not to be forgotten. My dreamy expressions and ability of “making eyes’ ’to Mabel Brooks. Mildred Ord: All my dates with “Sharky” to Mildred Boyd. My shyness, quietness, bashfulness and melodious giggle to Miss Haworth to be used outside of school. My blonde imitation marcelle wave, to Raymond Lucas. Toney Redulis: My secrets of “How to Have a Beautiful Pompadour” to Cecil. My love to argue with Mac in American History to Max Darkin. My love for the teachers to Georgiena . Parthenia Evans: My love for the front seat to Helen Paciukiewicz. My immaculate hair dress to Maryetta Daugherty. Ability to concentrate in my studies to Helen Alspaugh. Julius Matkocsik: My “speed” in Foot-ball and Basket-ball to the next years team. My secret of keeping the girls away to Joe Chromis. My excess height to Mac. Anna Ludwig: My good grades to Naomi Buskirk. My “Joeie” to the highest bidder. The right to be the brown eyed pet of the teachers to Red Bayles. Lena Slazas ’21 Agatha Yurgutis ’21

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19 MEMOIRS 21 Class Will While our hearts within us are still beating, ’ere we leave out beloved High School, we, the Senior Class of ’21, establish and declare this to be our last will and testament, in order to dispose of all our dearest possessions before we embark on our voyage of life, uncertain of what there is before us. To the Faculty: We wish to will all our excess knowledge and the right to tell the Underclassmen just how much they know, also our appreciation of the help and kindness that they have given us. To the Board of Education: We bequeath our heartiest appreciation of their efforts in our behalf, and the hope that their memory of us will always be as pleasant as ours of them. To the Underclassmen: Our dignified manner, the honor of occupying our seats in the Assembly, and all the gum that can be found on our desks. To Cecil and some members of the faculty: We will the freedom of the halls, and the back seats in the Assembly. What each of us wish to bequeath: Arpad Matkocsik: My dignified manner to Maryetta. My love for the girls to Frank Passis, providing he doesn’t use it on the teachers. My position as Secretary of Athletic Association to Glen Stark. Nettie McGinsey: My Sunday Night excursions, the dearest things to me, to Anna Mellen My captaincy of the basketball team, and everything to Mildred Har-rold if it will do her any good. My every-day attendance to Joe Carp with hopes of his getting to school before ten every morning. Jess Wamagis: My drawing ability to Swede. My charming way of getting girls easily to Joe Gillison. The right to exercise my charming (?) voice in the assembly to Algerd. Lena Slazas: My pure white complexion to the freshies to over shadow their greenness. My dress making secrets to Mr. Collins, to be used in Manual training. My ability to write lengthy epistles during the noon hour, to Marcella. Barthel W'illiams: My foot-ball suit to Peelie. My rides with Mildred to the owner of an Oakland. My latest novel on “How to Keep Big” I leave to Mr. Teason, the Janitor. Agatha Yurgutis: My daily scraps with Andrew to Helen Williams, with hopes she will not treat him too rough.

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MEMOIRS 21 A Psalm of Life Adopted by the Senior Class ’21 Tell me not, in mournful numbers. Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each to-morrow Finds us farther than to-day. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us. Footprints on the sands of time. Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow