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Class of 1924 History
by Ilene Coonrod
When I was about six years old
I started out for school
I will tell you I sure haled
To learn the Golden Rule.
Among the gang were Von
Mable, Hatch and Irene
Next in line was Caroline
and next I came Ilene.
Of course there were many more
Too numerous to mention
In all seven- or eighteen
Who always paid attention.
When we entered the fifth grade
Another joined our list
He was Ray, a nice little boy
Who never came amiss.
In the seventh year our number increased.
When Joe came to stay with us
He was a real jolly chap
Except when we got in a fuss.
The whole next year was jolly,
because such a fine teacher
Mrs. Love was the best of all
because she was not like a preacher.
We thought we'd reached the highest ranks
When we entered the big high school
But soon we sang a different tune
When we had to learn the old rule.
While ranked as freshmen another came,
To join our jolly gang
Who to this day is known as Edie
And always goes with a clang.
The sophomore year was the best of all
The teachers were with us in fun
When we played a prank or felt pretty mean
We never did have to run.
Our studies were not forgotten
When we entered the basketball game
But we had to work to be victors
And bring to our high school fame.
The track meet too we entered with zeal
Which our boys expected to win
But first place went to Washington
While second we took with a grin.
Jolly juniors were we in 24'
As happy as happy could be
Twas then we purchased our junior ring
If you look real close you'll see.
Another impression we left with the world
Was All A Mistake our play
Which all hope is not forgotten
But remembered to this very day.
Again in nineteen twenty five
Fame came to our basketball team
Second place we won in the county meet
Even tho it took lots of steam.
For three consecutive years we've won
Second place in the county track meet.
And now we hope tho we'll be gone
Our school will neer fail to compete.
Last but not least was the senior play
Entitled Mother Mine,
Well liked by all who attended
Pronounced by the audience, simply fine.
Now as we reach the last of the ranks
A longing pulls at each heart
When we think from this dear old school
Soon we'll all depart.
Where will the jolly gang go?
Will they go to their place of duty?
Of course they will and work their best,
As all wise people do mutely.
When we all leave and drift apart
Will we drop each other a line?
And say how's the old world treating you
Dear Old Gang O' Mine.
1921 Ilene Coonrod
1921 Ilene Coonrod and Von Arnold
1921 Vernon Coonrod
1921 Ilene Coonrod
Ilene Coonrod Lowe Waltman
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1923 N. W. and I.B.
1923
1924 - Bea Coonrod, ??? Ilene Coonrod and Vernon Coonrod (sitting)
1925 Ilene Coonrod
1925 Swimming
1926 Our Gang
1926
Jake ???, Vernon Coonrod, Harry Coonrod,
Harley Coonrod, ???, Pat ???
Ilene and I.B.
Class Prophesy
by Ilene Coonrod
During the summer of 1935 while taking avacation, I decided to visit my old home town, find some old acquaintance
and friend and find whether my classmates and pals of 1925 had wandered any, settled won to make a sucess in line. Of course
while on the train, pictured in my mind the familiar main street of Mahaska, the old school house and all the friends I had left.
My surprise can be imagined when I alighted from the train and viewed the wonderful little city into which Mahaska had grown.
On my way through the busy thoroughfare I stopped at one of the many prosperous looking clothing stores to inquire where
there might be a good place to stay during my visit. The clerk to whom I spoke directed me to the office of the owner of the
establishment. I found that the owner could not only tell me where I should stay but also all that I wanted to hear for the owner
of the store happened to be Mr. Joe Barton, a pal and classmate of 1925.
Our converstaion led to the events which happened during our school life and I questioned him about my old school mates.
"Has Ray Lott ever realized any of his ambitions to become a stockman?" I inquired. "Yes" answered Joe. "For a few years
after graduation Ray farmed the old home place and then gradually converted the old farm into a stock ranch, which is
now managed by hired help, and do you know," said Joe, "nearly all that man does now is play golf?"
"What ever became of Mable Foth"? I asked, "you know she used to be friendly with one of the Methodist boys". "Yes" said Joe.
"But Mable is teaching school now and I am afraid will never wed.
"That reminds me", I asked. "Did Ilene Coonrod ever make the steep climb to a matrimonial arrangement?" "Yes", asked Joe.
"Ilene soon after our last school term started her life work on a farm and now is manager of a large stock farm, even
Chester J. Lowe himself."
Without interrupting, I listened to Joe relate the experiences of his own career and that of the other students. Caroline Goebel
and Wilma Hatch having answered an advertisement in Capper's Weekly are now traveling on a regular route selling Haleproof
Hosiery and straw hat liners. Edith Wheeler having had some experience in the hospital is now in school preparing for her
life's work as a nurse.
"And you are working in a drug store?" questioned Joe. "Yes" I replied. "My father always prophesied that by my actions and
the great help which I always so faithfully showed him, I would sometime become a great Pharmacist.
My visit in Mahaska was not a long one because of the changed conditions but I shall always remember my little talk with
Mr. Barton the great clothier. Concerning our dear school mates and pals.
And now though classsmates part
To battle lifes stern ways
May we never forget to keep at heart
Those happy high school days.
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