History of the Class of 1922
On September first, nineteen hundred and eighteen, A.D., the Mt. Vernon
Township High School received one of the greatest honors of it's history when
one hundred and fifty Freshman entered the Hall of Fame. Although very ver-
???? these Freshman made the rest of the school sit up and take notice--mostly
This great class of 22 started out well by electing Wilford Hall, President;
Charles Cole Withers, Vice-President; Mary Setzkorn, Secretary and James
Young, Treasurer. These officers proved very competent, (especially those who
had nothing to do) and led this great class onward to fame.
Some of the aspirants of this class studied, others stuffed, others flunked,
but it it was a happy, even it smaller, class which crawled through the mysteries
of Latin I, French I, English I, and Algebra I.
On September first nineteen nineteen, this great class resumed the journey
toward fame. Ninety-one made up the list of Sophomores, a sadly depleted
class but hopeful in spits of "Flu", Latin II, French II, Plane Geometry (simple),
and all the others. These fame-seekers elected Carl Klein, President; Helen Piercy,
Vice-President; Lena Williams, Secretary, and Roy Groves Treasurer.
Certain members too numerous to mention became such experts in the
art of exchanging secret diplomatic negotiations that they were deported to var-
ious parts of the assembly room and given seats of honor. After some two months
of prosperity, gum chewing became a lost art.
Love (?) became so well developed that there were hints of engagements
(secret) -- mostly with teachers during the eighth period.
In spite of all this, however, this great class of 22 with undaunted bluff
and never failing cheek (not the kind rouge is used on) continues on it's course
toward fame. This great class hopes to make the year 1922 as important in
history as 1776. ORIAN METCALF, Class of 22
A Sophomore Medley
A Young Welsh Marquis named Gregory Esmon of Prinnet Hall, famous
for it's Murrel decorations, was lost during a Hunt. He wondered about aimlessly.
Underwood in some groves on a Hill. "Great Scott!" said he, "of what good
are my Powers, my great Hite, my beautiful Burnette hair, and my Lacey
adornment, when all joy is gone and I am hungry? Oh, for a Bean, a Herrin,
and my Stein overflowing with ale." He walked west at a Modert pace and after
many hard knox, came Nigh to a Yearwood and the Metcalf. If Riley-ed and
Harris-ed him because it started to Martz up to him, but exclaiming, "Jumping
Flannigan Jeffers, it going to Bumpus," he Perry-ed the charge and the calf
Phillips-ed off into a Klumpp of bushes on a mound of Sande()s.
Walking on he heard a Dickey bird, a Luch-y-singer while a Partridge and
Coch-ran away at his approach. He was suddenly Warren-ed by the Lowry-ing
sky and thunder Piercy-ing his ear of an approaching storm, and looking up, he
remarked, "I never saw a Sikor-ski, it threatens in Clemens weather. It may clear
up but I Douthit." He ran quickly to a wood of great Elms and upon reaching
it, looked about him with growing recognition. "Why this is the Elmhirst of
the Jenning estate. I must be near the villiage Tyler." The storm then broke
and a Dutch settler remarked. "It vass no Klein one." He started toward the
village and after a long period of battling with the elements, came upon
a ford, lying between him and his goal. Wearily he sighed, "I feel as if I shall
Wielt. I can scarce Weatherford, but struggling through it he finally reached
some houses on the outskirts. The first door at which he knocked was opened
by his former Smith, Morgan McCarthy, who had married his wife's favorite maid,
Miss Burke Jones. The Marquis made known his needs saying, "Grant me food and shelter."
The Smith bidding him enter, called to his wife, "Setzkorn ?? the table and Gibson to
our royal visitor. "Turning to the Marquis he remarked " It will Melton your tongue
and will take the Krics from your forehead." While the Marquis was eating, the Smith
continued, pointing to his daughter, Sebel of the village they t-Ellis that she will
marry Herbert Williams, your Page. They are in perfect Harmon-y with each other.
Do you remember your squires, Tom and Edmond? Pointing to two boys he said, "That's
Thompson and that Edmondson. My mother now an invalid, remembers you and often speaks
of you. Turniing to his son, he called, Wallace, Wheeler in. The gentle old lady with
Whitlock-s greeted her revered Marquis with shy courtesy.
After eating, he asked to be shown to his room and went b-Edwards, feeling
that on the morrow he would be home and this little incident in his noble life
would be a thing of the past. BEATRICE ELMHIRST