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

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 =ko.....-o fl ovv=liU o v %..:tm boyhood days, and the women in another exchanging recipes of hoecake, flapjacks, corn bread, and vinegar pie. Everyone was there, for there wasn’t a single person you could think of who wasn’t. Even old Sumantha Stoopintakit, who hadn’t been out for almost a year, and old Breeze Ezry, who had had three strokes of paralysis and always grunting about either the weather, or how short the women were wearing their skirts. “Yes, sir, boys,” old Breeze would say, “things are gittin’ puny bad when ye cin see their j hoeiops.” At about seven-thirty you could begin to hear the fiddles strike up some kind of an airy tunc like, “Turkey in the Straw” or something. The hall was crowded. “Go to the left and cast off four.” “Oh how 11 you swap or how’ll you trade your pretty girl for my old maid,” the caller would chime in every once in awhile. In one corner of the reception hail was a big I an of cracker jack for the youngsters, candy for the women, and cigars for the men. A large five-gallon jar, which served as a punch bowl, was standing on a table in the center of the room, full of fresh cider. An era of good feeling prevailed for this was the night of the Shucksville Blowout. —?dary Elizabeth Gilbert. WHEN A MAN’S A MAN IN AMERICAN LITERATURE CLASS Once there was a fellow who took American Literature. He was very quiet, attentive and honest. When the teacher would explain the next lesson, he would sit very still and listen. If there was any question he silently raised his hand to ask about it. When she passed out the papers, which were graded, he passed them on without looking at the grade on any but his own. If, by chance, he had failed to read his lesson, he listened quietly and got the most he could out of it. This he did at times, because he said that was what he was in school for. When some “Smart Alec” threw a piece of chalk at him, he never flinched, but sat in the same quiet way. One day the teacher sent him out of class for beating time with his foot to the music downstairs, though it wasn’t he who was guilty. Nevertheless he went out without arguing the matter. When asked why he didn’t tell the teacher that it wasn’t he, he said, “Oh, 1 didn't wish to start anything in class.” The fellow who was guilty, said “why not? That’s what I did it for—to cause some fun and get out of a little work.” The perfect man said. “Yes, we all know what you are. The class would be better off without you.” Then the fellow, who loved calamity, began to knock him and before long he was without a friend, except the teacher. Then he was called “Teacher’s Pet.” He stood up under the strain of being called names and playing a lone hand though he became white and thin. When school was out in the spring, he left town to find a job, since he had no friends in his home town, a I! because he did what he thought was expected of him, regardless of what happened. When he was last heard of he was trying to make new friends. —Olin Phipps. TOMORROW—AS I SHOULD LIKE TO SPEND IT I shall arise at seven o’clock. I shall have no cows to milk and no tires to patch before coming to school. I shall have niy chauffeur drive me to school and arrive at five to nine. After the bell has rung, we shall sing in a body for two hours, none of us being hoarse or in ill humor. I shall send my secretary to History while I read the daily paper. Perhaps I shall drop into class for a few minutes and give a talk. During this period my Literature secretary will be writing my written work for the day. I shall have an overstuffed rocker in the hack row, and some small boy to held my book and rock my chair. I may have him pass around some of my candy at interevals of ten minutes, and set a few tacks for the amazement of the people at large. Miss Jordan would probably tolerate anything on this day of “Dreams Come True.” The two periods following I shall devote to reading and sleeping. I would not come the next two periods, hut be lepresented by my Physics cxpeit. At Manual Training time, I will be attended by a full force of liveried secret service men an 1 a few refreshment boys. After seating myself at my automatic drafting table, I shall proceed to set all of the triggers and print my drawing on the paper without a mistake, after which I shall send it to my printer to be carefully lettered in. W'hen Mr. Ready had put his O. K. on it, 1 shall spend the rest of the time in consultation with the faculty on the betterment of working-conditions in W. C. H. S. —Fred Edmonds. 4M 102(3 Twenty

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 ' ..(O' — 0iPOW-UHoVV0 —•—(QMgjggp, To Gansel Bennett, Bus leaves his right to go frolicking six nights out of a week. To Mildred Lovins, a boy friend to visit her during the three minute period. To Merle Kirk, Neva Bence leaves her curly hair. To Duane Ripley, the right to talk to Della ( haney if he so desires. To Katherme Tull, a Stewardson sheik about the size of Bob Neal. To Ruby Bartley, we leave a promise from Harold that he’ll wait one more year. To Margie Rose, Nellie Simmons leaves one half her weight. To Earl Davidson, we bequeath Elizabeth to cook his meals. To Bryan Smith, a I«emon that is always sweet and never sour. To Wilda Grider, Mag Tull leaves her ability to capture a basket ball man. To George Goddard, we bestow Lura. To Clyde Robb, Harold Nichols leaves his ability to play basket ball and look at the girls at the same time. To Eva Holsapple, Mary Elizabeth leaves her right to scuffle in the hall. To Cecil Harrmann, we leave Fred Edmonds’s art of telling bright tales in English class. To Paul Davidson, Howard Kearney leaves his position on the basket ball team. To Paul Herron, we grant the privilege to be important. To Maudene Janes, some one to take Aubrey’s place. To John Robert Bruce, iron bones, so he will have no arms broken the coming season. To Willis Rawlings, plenty of candy to eat during school hours. Wc hereby seal, on this twenty-third day of February in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and twenty-six, our last will and testament. (signed) SENIORS. Witnesses—Willis Walker, J. A. Alexander. OUR SWAN SONG Windsor High we soon shall leave you, For we’re Seniors nearly through; Soon we’ll pass from out your portals, Different scenes and tasks to view. Four years of our journey’s ended, Soon we’ll pass to higher things; Now we gaily face the future, Ready for what e’er it brings. And yet we leave behind us, Joys we never more shall know; Joys beneath which Seniors only. Have a right to bask and glow. We leave behind our dignity, Our special row of seats; Our rights as privileged characters, But most of all our feats— Of bluffing through in History class, Of throwing paper wads; And escaping Ready’s notice, By the mercy of the Gods. Of studying our Physics, Till without a doubt we know; One cubic centimeter equals, One gram of H 2O Of playing such a major part, In study, sport and play; That I don’t know what this school will do, When we have gone away. Of making A’s in English, Though we create much commotion; (I never thought we laughed too much, But that’s Miss Jordan’s notion). Maybe sometimes we are boist’rous, But we all must have our fun; And the time for play and laughter, Is the time when you are young. Oh we’re Seniors! Happy Seniors, And we’ve got the best there is; Got the nerve and got the brain power, And we’ve got the pep and whiz. Now we’re leaving you, old High School, Never, never, to return; Others soon shall take our places, Learn the things that we have learned. So now we sing our swan song, And our clear young voices rise; In an anthem of rejoicing, Though the tears stand in our eyes. So with gladness, yet with sorrow, We shall bid our last good-bye; With the hope we’ll all do credit, To our dear old Windsor High. —Beulah. THE TIME, THE PLACE—THE BLOW-OUT It was just such a night as this when everybody was wishing everybody else good luck. The girls were blushing, the boys nervous, the older men in one corner spinning yarns of their former 192(5 )= Nineteen

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 fl o v=Mo v SENIOR CHARACTERISTICS Name Known By Favorite Expression Greatest Ambition Besetting Sin Class of ’26 Size We’re It Get By Egotism Paul Bridges Grin Gee Whiz To be a great Editor Smoking Herbert Clawson Curls Dern It To graduate Bossing Vivian Edwards Artistic Ability Oh Shoot Marry Rudolph Valentino Vanity Mary E. Gilbert Circumference Oh Gosh Get a man Quietness Beulah Gordon Her Poems My Land To be an Orator Discussing Clifford Harder Stubbornness I’ll Say So Sit in northwest corner of assembly Constant Talking Mary Hart Walk My Goodness Graduate and get married. Perpetual smiling Doris Hartsell A’s in Deportment My Soul Poetess Fear of Men Professors Elizabeth Jackson Missing Tooth I Must Study To teach Earl’s English class Jealousy Olin Phipps Locks that go astray Gee Whiz To be a Comedian Talking in class Ruth Sexson A’s in History My Heavens To be a good ccok Over working Ruth Rankin Sweet disposition Oh Heavens Become a Doctor Primping Gerald Rose Height I’ll be darned Have the world come up to his standing Stubbornness Nellie Simmons Long Hair Otto leave mo alone To be a living model Abusing Otto Maurine Spencer Ability Oh My Put out a good annual Hasn’t Any Elizabeth Storm Soft Voice Oh My John School teaching Timidity Inez Storm Shortness Golly To Grow Tall Pride Otto Tietze His Absence Oh you make me tired Manufacture Fords Sleeping Aubrey Walden Bashfulness Oh Heck To raise Poland Chinas Laziness Fred Walker, Jr. Silence I don’t know To be a Sheik I Can’t John Wall Glasses My Gosh Get a certificate Laughing Raymond Robertson His Walk Oh Gee To be a great Banjo player Win Wilda Teasing Ralph Robertson Cackle My Gosh Speeding Neva Bence Hair My Goo’ness Go to Florida Stuttering Jane Bell Bow on her Hair Oh Boy To be older next Gadding About Gilbert Clem Size Dawgonit year Something or another To be Henry Ford’s Smiles Fred Edmonds Actions My land, Boy Silliness son-in-law. Elizabeth Freeland Fair Complexion Hasn’t Any A winsome maid Working Rose Goddard Sweet Disposition Huh-Huh Matchmaker Aloofness Evelyn Janes Stage Acting '25 Dern It To go to California Dancing Maude Jones Black Eyes Oh Shut Up To be a member of Never gets the Follies impatient Howard Kearney Childish Grin Don’t You Dare Beat “Bus” shooting baskets Flirting Letha Linder Ability to Bluff Gosh I don’t know A country school Trying to hear Marm all Paul Moherley Wit Won’t do it To be a doctor Stubbornness Harold Nichols Big Feet I suppose so To be a prize fighter Falling over his feet Arland Nihiser Stutter I’m hot, ain’t I ? Be a basket ball coach Deportment Letha Rawlings Sweet Voice For Pat’s sake A society belle Stylishness Ray Renshaw Perpetual Smile Oh Heck To be noticed Hurrying Donald Rozene Rosy Cheeks Yes, Mom To loaf Laughing Bertha Smith Brown Eyes I knew better To be a joy forever Independence Clifford Stilabower Resemblance to Alva Patterson Crazy To be a joke Chasing About Daisy Swinford Her Music Forevermore To be Mrs. Corn Promptness Deana Swinford Soprano Voice For Pat’s sake Opera Singer Ostentation Kenneth York Laugh O’ Crazy President of U. S. A. Accommodations Ray Tull Perseverance Awawaw get out To be everything Making classmates wonder Vivian Harrmann Her like for curly God Bless Our To be an Alumnus Chewing gum hair. Happy Home Ralph Neal Shortness Geemently To be six feet Bluffing Norman Sherwood Politeness Hasn’t Any To be a professor Ability Margarette Tull Raven black hair Oh Heavens Make A in Physics Temper Grace Shelton Zelma Oh My Cow To be and is now Mrs. Goetz Punctuality ----- 3=3 1926 Twenty-One mmmt