William Chrisman High School - Gleam Yearbook (Independence, MO)

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26 THE GLEAM. 4:-W -- ure as we're the ghosts will testify,-for will wonders never cease, and HS S C1355 of '12 those supposedly supernatural beings turned out to ,be the real live, fiesh and blood, dignified Senior's of '11. W'hat shall we tell about next or shall we tell anything at all? O, shall e ever for et that day on which we were informed that we could give n-ol W g ' i . . Junior Reception! We got over our disappointment sufficiently to 'enjoy the last weeks of school, and a jollier, happier crowd than we, could not have been found, the day we went to Horseshoe Lake, for our picnic. After all f'it's not the fact that youfre hurt that counts, but only how did you take it. Now we are Seniors. lust loo-k how high we hold our heads. In our own estimation, we are the only class in school. We had always th-ought that Seniors had an easy time, but the teachers soon got that idea out of our heads. Some of us study day and night, We are those who' are' going to get the honors., Others of us stu-dy only,,when we feel like it, or.-when com- pelled to, we are those who are told dailythat we may not get to graduate. VVe arethe best Seniors, for we are trying to live up to our motto: For Life, not School. . Qn the day before Thanksgiving, a great disturbance broke out- in our class. Our poorest historians seemed to know just as much about No Taxa- tion without Representation, as tholse who were counted among the best. It does not matter what the uproar was about, for it was generally settled by a compromise, but the outcome, the constitution of the class of '12, must certainly be chronicled as a great event in our history, and, we are proud to says, the father of this constitution is our own Paul Bryant. ' , ' Soon came our Senior Play. Who could have imagined that Mr. and Mrs. Rogers and all the rest were members of -our class? Of course we -consider it the most successful performance that has ever been, or ever will be given. Though wepthought we had to work hard at the first of the year, we have had to .work ten times harder since tihe Senior play, but 'we do not mind it now, for we can count the days until we murst leave dear old I. H. S., fofffvef' I Aire?-f1Y WC HTG preparing for class-day, and -for commencement, which will deprive IQH. S. of one of the best classes that ever existed within her classic walls. b , ' A DOROTHY RAHE.-'12. 5' x . I ,

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THE GLEAM. 25 CLASS HISTORY. The first thing that happened to us, the class of '12, was that we hap- pened to be Freshmen. H-ow could we be other than Green Freshies, when most of us hadn't been in I, H. S. since the Annex had been built? How could we find the studio, or the laboratory without first ,getting into two or three wrong rooms and how on earth could we tell that thoise blanks on our enrollment cards meant the study hall? We managed to get through the first few weeks of school, with neither loss of life nor injuries to anything except to our feelings, and soon felt as much at home in I. H. S. as if we'd been there all our lives. Then we organ- ized our class. The ideal Freshman president must be very imposing, taller than the Sophomore's and as tall as the Senior's, therefore we elected Fred Pitt for our president. Before we realized it, the last day of sch-ool was at hand, with our cards telling us that we were no longer Freshmen. 4 Isn't it 'glorious to be a Sophomore l we all thought when we came back to I. H. S. It took longer to get the Freshmen out of our assembly seats than itidid to find out what everyone thought of the Sophs. Just imagine us having to listen to a forty minute lecture on the Great Junior Class, or worst of all knowing that orations on those awful Sophs were being de- livered in a certain Freshman Class, not by the Freshies, of course not, but by the illustrious dame who taught that class. All this only made us work the harder and aroused our slumbering class spirit until we even dared to yell in assembly one morning. But we had a good reason to yell, for hadn't We defeated the Iunior's at Basket Ball? Our picnic out at Elizabeth Bellis with the customary Sophomore rain, closed our second year in I. H. S. ' - i VVe returned to school with the intention of i-mpressing everyone that we were a class of great importance. We had always had plenty of class spirit, but for some reason or other, we could'n't make anyone believe it. Soon we made the Sophs and Freshies very envious of urs, for anyone who did not attend our Hallowe'en party, should never mention to us the good times they have had in I. H. S. It would take all the pages in the Gleam and more too, if we tried to tell everything about that party, but we simply must tell of one incident. In the midst of a very exciting game of drop the handkerchief, in which Prof. Bryant. and Prof. Palmer were taking prominent parts, the door noise- lessly opened, a ghost came in-, then another and another, t-hen we lost count, and a silent procession of ghosts was soon marching around the room. At first we were too dazed for words or action, then we heard Prof. Sex- ton yell, f'Come on J'unior's and come we did, as we're certain any of the

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