Windsor High School - Pow Wow Yearbook (Windsor, IL)

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gourd mm Names and Nicknames of the Juniors Beulah Storm June Bug Leslie Jones Les Edna Smith Smiles Myron Tremaine Spigaro Frank Kerns Track Animal Nina Bence Purty,' Garvin Grider Specks Opal Walker Industrious Helen Nichols Bantyw Opal Jones Bobbie Henry Riney Hank Ruth Bolan Rufus Ira Jones Copper Ralph Cox 'iSnooks Motto---Success Comes In Cans Flower---Forget-Me-Not Colors---Orange and Black Yell---Ching-a-ling, la! We're Juniors, Rah! Rah! 15

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nwfgwriw Junior Class History H, it came to pass that we entered upon this wonderful field of knowl- edge in the year of our Lord, one thousand nine hundred nineteen, Qijf-413 as Freshmen, hopeful, expectant-but verdant. It happened that some of us survived the trials and hardships of the Freshmen and passed safely into the realms of wisdom and philosophy. Some, as it were, since ceasing to grow, had passed successfully the green stage, others, we fear, will be evergreens. Lo! It happened that we, twenty-eight human beings of extraordinary intelligence and the greatest mentality, set out on that well beaten path of learning that eventually leads.to education or destruction. Yea, verily we climbed those steep stairs of wisdom and at the end of nine months of tor- ment and hard labor we received the keys of the Sophomore class to the road of learning, paved with more gladness and more sunshine, but with less hard labor. Yea, and it came to pass that unhappily some of our number became discouraged and fell by the wayside, but the remaining seventeen struggled manfully on. Lo, and we deemed it most fitting and proper to initiate those unfortunate beings, who, like us a year previous, were now beginning a struggle for wisdom. They suffered, probably, but like most children of their innocence and youth withstood our cruel treatment. Ah, but there were bitter tears to fall into our cup, now overflowing with gladness. One of our number, Drayton Gant, a noted and prominent Sophomore, made his departure from our midst, and lo, it happened that our grief was so great that we assembled together in the High School gymnasium to spend our last hours together. The months sped on and we found ourselves on the third great step of a High School career. Now feeling our way secure we entered industriously and diligently into the great field of learning which lay before us, only to find our deepest grief and despair that another of our number, Edna Smith, must leave us on account of ill health, Yea, it came to pass that we elected Myron as the one to lead us safely over the rocks and the perilous places during our Junior year, and then Ruth Bolan found herself class editor. Yea verily we did choose a motto, Success Comes In Cans, by which we might build up our lives more intelligently, suitable only to those of our superior prominence, and be the example of those who follow in our footsteps. Lo, as we proclaimed our yell-Chinga- ling la, we're Juniors, Rah! Rah!---the people did stop up their ears and flee in horror, and the hair did rise on the backs of the cats, as they hid them- selves in obscure corners. Now there are left these twelve: Bobbie, the one with the hot temper, Banty, who casts those pretty smilesg June Bug, famous basketball player, Purty, known by her powder-puff and rouge, Ira Jones, our latin scholar, Garvin, the class jesterg Henry Riney, the dancer, Leslie, the poet, Snooks, one who is popular with the girls, Frankie, the lucky winner, and Opal Walker, the worker of our midst. Now, after all these things we find ourselves ready for the last leap in our High School life, but ah,---not being prophets we will leave this last to the writers of modern history. RUTH BOLAN 14

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