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

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FACULTY (CONTINUED FROM PAGE EIGHT) MISS JORDAN, B. A Monmouth College. We, the Seniors, wish to introduce to you Miss Jordan, the lady with the well developed voice for speaking above the mumbling and outbursts of titters from the well behaved Senior English class. She also has a very winning way about her most frequent outbursts of anger. At times, she becomes very furious with her most brilliant Seniors and starts out to give us a severe scolding, but before she gets through with her speech, our sweet and innocent faces convince her that we are not at all deserving of such, so she ends with a sweet forgiving little smile. Everything has gone smoothly in English this year, and most of the mysteries have been cleared up; however there still remains the old hen with her disturbing little cackle which the students on the back row insist is in the ventilator. We hope we will succeed in getting her out before next year. —J. B. ’26. MISS STEVENSON. A. B. University of Illinois. One day a represenative from the State Department was visiting Windsor Schools. He had been talking to members of the Freshmen Class, and upon seeing Miss Stevenson studying the Freshmen Latin lesson said, “Little girl, what grade were you in last year?” Miss Stevenson said nothing but gently bowed her head and walked away. We feel that the smallest member of the faculty deserves a great deal of praise for teaching the Freshmen that Alexander the Great did not live during the twentieth century. She does not deserve a little praise for teaching the Sophomores that each new sentence should begin with a capital letter and end with a period. —L. L. ’26. MISS GARVIN. University of Illinois. We feel that Miss Garvin, who has been a member of the faculty at W. C. H. S. for several years, deserves a great: deal of praise for teaching her Music classes that f sharp and b flat are not the same note. Each year the public looks forward to the Operetta that is given by Miss Garvin’s Music classes. About eight-thirty on every Wednesday morning, members of the Senior class inquire if anyone has seen Miss Garvin. Everyone lays aside his book when she enters the Assembly with her pleasant smile. Now we. the Senior class of ’26 bid her our last farewell. —M. S. ’26. 1026 Sixteen j

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Ipovv Wflcw DORIS JUANITA HARTSELL Art Club (1). NELLIE SIMMONS Entered from Gays High School ’25. OLIN PHIPPS Entered from Gays ’24. “Mike” FRED ERWIN WALKER “Junior’ Basket Ball (2-3-4). MILDRED JANE BELL “Dumbell” MAIO HART Entered from Gajs High School ’26, ‘ Ruth in a Rush” (1), Glee Club (3). HERBERT AUSTIN CLAWSON “Curly” H. CLIFFORD STILAROWER “Stilly” Entered from Strasburg ’25, “Home Acres” (3), Basket Ball (2-3-4). MARGARETTE ELIZABETH TULL “Marg” “Love Pirates of Hawaii” (1), “Gypsy Rover” (3), Glee Club (1-2-3), Basket Ball (1). DAISY PAULINE SWINFORD “Love Pirates of Hawaii” (1), “Gypsy Rover” (3), “Polished Pebbles” (4), Art Club (1), Glee Club (1-3-4). Fifteen

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mm m ni i ipow=mow q - •• mmb CLASS HISTORY It was in the early fall of the year 1922 that we, the Senici class of ’26, entered upon the threshold of our dear old high. How confusing everything was then! The looms seemed so large and everything was so strange to us, poor little innocents! But after a few weeks of search we found our class rooms and got settled in the daily joutine of school life. A few of us were at our grades, but c-ustide of that everything was as we expected. The Sophomores, the class of ’25, did not initiate us. I guess it was because they were afraid to. We had a few parties that year. The games were: Run for Your Supper, Cat and Mouse, and a few other interesting games. (Post Office was prohibited). There was a chicken fry that year and the light hardship of washing and drying the dishes fell to the lot of the Freshmen. But we went through it with grace. All during the year, a few members of our class dropped out occasionally, but still there was a large number of us left. Then came the closing of our first year of high school, which caused much sorrow'. Our vacation was soon over and we started into school again in September. Outside of a few parties, our Sophomore year proved unevent ful. During our Junior year, we initiated the Seniors of ’25. They were very much afraid of us, but I guess they lived over it. Then comes our Senior year. My! how dignified wc all look. The W. C. H. S. looks up to the Seniors as privileged characters. We never get “F” on our grade cards, and our reputation for intelligence is always being held up before the underclasses. But there is one thing that makes cur class rank highly—many famous basket ball players are in it. They are “Cackle”, “Bus’, “Irish”, “Bo”, and “Jitney”. These members of the Senior class in the W. C. H. S. team are known all over Centra! Illinois. I wonder if the underclassmen will be as good players? We wish them the best of luck, and we will leave this school for the Juniors to run next year. Wc sincerely hope they will be as successful in doing it as we, the class of ’26, have been. —Ruth Rankin. CLASS PROPHECY “Mary Liz, we sure are glad to have you with us for dinner this evening. It has been a long time since we used to run around hunting for ways to go to the basket ball games.” “I’ll say! But gee, Neva, you and Ralph sure have a keen little home here in Nashville. I ’spect I’ll drop in on you quite often since my Home Welfare work keeps me in this part of the country.” “Let’s see! Why! Why! Now—it’s been eight years since I was captain of that good old basket ball team. Say, Neva where’s my old annual? Let’s get it out while Mary is here and look over some of the good times we had at school.” “It’s in the bottom of your trunk in the attic. I ll get it.” Neva brings the book and they turn to the pictures of the Seniors. “Say, Ralph, I have not heard of Raymond. His picture reminds me to ask if he was ever president of anything but the Senior Class?” “He is in Washington, D. C., with the government, working in the treasury department.” “Oh say! Mary, did you know that Harold Nichols was designing evening gowns for a clothing firm in New York?” “No? I can tell a better one than that. Vivian Harrmann and ‘Shorty’ Finley were on their way to be married when they had a flat tire. It made Vivian mad and she was married to Clifford Stilabower the next week.” “Neva got a letter the other day from Letha Linder, telling us where some of the gang are. She is in North Dakota teaching a country school. She said that Bertha Smith was teaching school in Iowa.” “Did she mention Rose Goddard?” “Yes, Rose is still at home.” “Ralph, what became of all the lucky five on the team? I know that ‘Bus’ is president of a Bachelor’s Club in Chicago. I had lunch with him at the Drake last winter.” “Let’s sec—that’s most of them except ‘Rosie’ and Kearney. ‘Rosie’ is running a hash house in Mattoon and Kearney is street and alley cleaner in Strasburg. He married Elizabeth Freeland about four years ago.” “Bo Rose, where is he?” “He is somewhere in New Mexico. Can‘t say what he is doing.” “Oh, Neva, did you know that Maude Jones had gone to Europe to make a collection of famous paintings?” “Say, she’s no millionaire. Where is she going to get her dough?” “Didn’t you know that she and Kenneth York are married and they struck oil in Oklahoma?” “No. Guess you knewr Doris Hartsell was strutting her stuff with Zeigfield’s now?” “No.” “Fred Edmonds is a traveling salesman for the Standard Oil Co. now. He was up to the garage the other day.” “Oh, Ralph, you didn’t tell me that. Did he know anything about the rest of the kids from Gays” “Not much. He said he had married that 192(3 Seventeen