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

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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

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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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lpo v= Uo v) girl over at Gays. Nellie Simmons is teaching history in Gays. Olin Phipps is midshipman. Let’s see, what did he say about Jane Bell? Oh yes, I believe it is Michigan where she is living.” “There is Grace Shelton’s picture. Where did she and her husband go?” “They are still living over by Bethany.” “Well, if there isn’t Gilbert Clem. What became of him?” “He is chorister in Brookland. He and Hay Tull are working together in a church there. Kay is a minister and doing great work.” “There is Elizabeth Jackson’s picture. I had almost forgotten her.” “She is with her brother in California.” “Say, Neva, did you know that Florence Juhnke and John Wall were married last month?” “No. Have you read the September issue of the American? Did you see the long article about Beulah Gordon’s wonderful writings? She is a great success.” “Inez Storm! Where is she anyway?” “Ralph, didn’t you say you heard she and Clifford Harder were to be married soon?” “Yes, and I told you that Daisy Swinford’s diamond from Corn was good, didn't I ?” “Where is Deana?” “Deana :s nursing in an Old Folks’ Home. She and Letha Rawlings went through training to gether.” “There is old Margarette. I saw her not long ago. She is chief cook in a cozy little flat in Day-ton, for some fellow from Shelbyville. I don’t know his name ” “There Is Herbert Clawson. Did you know, Mary, that he is manufacturing frolicking cars that don’t have to be steered?” “That is about as shocking as Maurine Spencer being a radio announcer.” “Yes, or Paul Moberley being a successful yell leader the last four years at the U. of I.” “Suppose you read ‘Polly’s’Troubles in thefim- nies now that Vivian Edwards has made so popular?” “Did you know that Roy Renshaw was coach in the Sexson Corner high now?” “No. But, Ralph, did you know that Aubrey Walden is Ford dealer in Middlesworth ?” “Yes, he and Ruth Rankin have lived there ever since they were married.” “Well, if there isn’t Mary Hart’s picture. Three guesses, Mary, where she is.” “Oh. I already know. She is tucked away in a nice little bungalow in Shelbyville.” “This is about all of them, isn’t it?” “No, we have another page yet.” “Everyone knows what a great success Ralph Neal has made on the stage.” “On the stage?” “Yes. He is a world famous impersonator. Got his stait mocking R. L. Don’t you remember?” “There is old Evelyn’s picture. Wonder if she is making a success with her blush proof powder she is making?” “Goodness, just look at the time. We must be going to bed if 1 have to leave so early in the morning.” “No, Mary, not until we finish with these last two pictures. I don’t knew where they are.” “Let’s see. Oh, Elizabeth Storm and Ruth Sexson. I happen to know where they are. Ruth is telephone operator in Neoga, and Elizabeth is selling insurance around Sullivan.” —Jane Bell CLASS WILL We, the class of 1926 of W. C. H. S., being of sound mind and memory do hereby make and de-dare this to be our last will and testament, on the twenty-third day of February in the year of our Lord one thousand, nine hundred and twenty-six. To the Freshmen we bequeath the right of always having a good time in English. To the Sophomores we bequeath a little more wisdom. To the Juniors we leave our Senior rights and knowledge. To the faculty as a whole we leave our sympathy for losing such a brilliant and good looking class. Individually we bequeath to the faculty as follows: To Mr. Alexander, a Physics class that will always remember that one cubic centimeter of pure water is numerically equivalent to one gram of water. To Mr. Dunscomb, a basket ball team that will be able to defeat Lovington three times. To Miss Gustafson, a sleek, black haired sheik. To Miss Hartman, a Cooking class where at least two members car. make biscuits without looking at a cook book. To Mr. Ready, a class of Senior girls who will always be lady like and never run after the boys To Miss Jordan, a seavch warrant so she may be able to find the old hen the Senior boys tell her is in the ventilator in the back of the room. To Miss Stevenson, a man by the name of George from Arthur. To Mrs. Dunn, as much happiness in her married life as we have had in the last four years. To Miss Taylor, r. paddle, so that she may keep Kenneth quiet in the Assembly. To Miss Garvin, the art of making the Assembly pupils sing on Wednesday morning. Now in order to show our love for the Juniors we bequeath the following to them individually: To Margurette Barnhart, the right to be m the Senior class play next year. To Wayne Shelton, Gerald Rose leaves his height. To Della Chaney Vivian Edwards leaves her mischievous eyes. 102(3 Eighteen