Mildred’s Inscription

Dearest Dav:

Who does the sound of that name make you think of? Every time I hear you called Dav I always think of a certain fellow who wore a gabardine coat. He was okay but we didn’t like the coat. We have certainly had some wonderful times since we met those kids and I don’t know what we will do when they leave. However, we got along before we met them and I think we will get along after they are gone.
“I want to go to Chillicothe and where is that hemorrhage”. I don’t think that cure would have much effect it didn’t seem to anyway. I had bushels of fun coming home but can’t say as much for the trip going and during the dance. Remember to change cars about five miles out of town.
Also our many flying trips to Chilli and the wonderful times we had. You gazing at J. and me flirting with — I wonder who?
Something seems to tell me that those good old days are just about gone and it is probably for the best as we need a rest.
I could write a book on our good times but I know you will never forget them and there is no need to tell our secrets to everybody who reads this book
I will sign off wishing you the best of success in life.

Your old pal


Letter from Etta Rice


Dearest Dave,

How dare thee say I have not written thee, why I wrote the biggest, fattest, longest letter the other day to you — but I forgot to mail — it.

Last night a bunch of we kids went on a green apple excursion and oh la: you know the feeling after eating 9 big green ‘uns — or do you? well naturally my stomach felt so full I couldn’t sleep – when I got home, so I persuaded Myrtle to climb out on the roof with me. I thought we looked terrible much like escaped idiots sitting on the peak of the roof, as no doubt you can imagine. But since it was so hard sticking up there and pretty moonlight too so we decided to get down so we slid down to the porch top. I wish you could have seen the seat of my pajamas this morning, they had taken on a blackened hue — and Myrtle tore a big hunk out of her gown. It was a delightful epoch — to be sure.

Did you ever see the picture “Kiss Me Again”. Florence, Myrtle and I went the other night to it — it was so silly, the name is terribly deceiving.

It won’t be so very long before Myrtle is leaving now and so we want you to come down and visit us — we probably won’t have as much fun as we had down to your house — but I won’t forget you and introduce you to some of the college boys. So we’ll have a pretty peachy time anyway. Maybe we’ll have a bunker party — there fun I think, don’t you.

I got a hair cut last evening and well, you should see me now — I suspect the “bober” of thinking I was a poor little girl and didn’t get a hold of .30c every day — so he gave me a short one. So I’m wearing my hair straight today.

Hark ye! I hear a melodious tinkle me thinks it is the 4 o’clock bell — so must close —

Bushels of Love

Etta “disha” Rice

Leonard Lewis Inscription


Dear Davina:

I have known you only a few short years, but in that time I have learned to love you truly. But as we both leave this wonderful “Temple of Learning” forever I expect. I wish you the best of success in after life, even I did tell you and Coral to “shut up” and we are going to be m_____ed at 5:30

I remain, an old classmate

Leonard Lewis

Football 22-23-24
Basket 23-24
Tumbling 25

Myrtle Grantham Inscription


July 4, 1925

Oh-o-hum! Davina! Florence! Etta, lets go for a dive!! Thish ish- stew- mush. Ain’t us wicked?
We believe in getting in early. What’s that about pa-paws? You be surprised.* Ah, my dear one I hear the choo-choo arivin’ so must sign off.
I wish you oodles and gobs of – er- a – heart beats and hope you don’t fall too hard until he falls for you. If you ever arrive in A.C. be sure to hunt me up. Remember the hike we’re going to take to Wyo.

Myrtle Grantham

834 So. A St.
Arkansas City, Kansas

Ethel Inscription and Photograph

July 10, 1925

Dearest Davina:

In recalling memories as that is what we are doing, we will have to begin at the bottom, the first step up the ladder of our education was when we first entered the door of Old Third Ward as schoolmates.

We went from the first to the twelfth, laboring for the thing we need for future use, namely education. We thought we were very much abused then, but when we look back now and see the good times we did really have, we know now that we were very much wrong. Looking back upon those days, which are such memories now, we enjoy knowing that we ? had our share of the fun in school days, tho it may not be as much as we would like to have had.
When we entered Central we thought we were really taking a big step, but it was merely what it was from one grade to another. True too, we had our share of fun, with, of course, trials and troubles mingled with it.

The last and largest step comes next the one to high school. We were not together much in high school but I know those days were not so very different from the rest at least not for me.

The banquets and receptions given in the four years of high school very all very beautiful for a small one horse town, you know like us.
Here’s hoping I will take another step on the ladder and fix myself once and for all, tho you never get too old to learn, that one to Junior College
Do you suppose we will always have to be bookkeepers and steno?
We will if we don’t change our way.

We think we are not vain, but speaking of olden times. How would you like to go back and take one more ride on ‘Old Doll”, I think you would and I know I would, because we have spent many a pleasant hour out to Pa’s. Now we have grown up (almost) and are always busy, our minds occupied with what we would term more important business.

About our first smash was year with Eugene (birdlegs) and me Bernice, those days are gone forever. I don’t know whether I am glad or sorry.

I am now going to leave the old time and jot down something that has happened so I will not forget so easily.

When my mind is working I will recall to your mind other memories which it would be rather queer to forget.

Now in order , please.
Doyle Aucker, mine. Erwin Hargoone yours. St. Joseph could you forget, I may change my mind but I think they are knockouts.
How do you like orchestra accompaniment? Keen I claim. Especially violinist and drummer. Hubert Saunders, Harry Morris, St. Louis. Hila Morgan Tent Theatre.

Oh, those parties, I cannot forget, for remembering, how about you.
I like pie, I like cake
I like Highballs, I like Jake
We take ‘em all ‘tho we are kinda particular ah that don’t you think.

Dell Blackburn,
I like him pretty well myself
Tho you never talked very favorable of him.

Did you say a State Highway man?
Oh yes I remember him, but it doesn’t thrill me to remember him, he is the hunk. Oh I mean Williams.

What do you say, Let’s make the next stay Colorado Springs, are you game?
Oh yes the Dick and how he had begger me for a date and tried to make me promise, oh yes in his eyes my name is not Ethel but Independence.

Ernest (Erney) F. Dean and Olive Gass Inscriptions


Dear Davina:

I am sure you will never forget the Teacher Training Agriculture Class of ’25 and the field trips we took. Also the composition you wrote on men. Everytime I think of you , I will also think of that lid Hudson for every where I would go I would see that car. I wish you happiness and success in your later life and may you make ‘Jack’ a good secretary someday.

Always your friend,

Erney F. Dean

Dear Davina,

We sure have had a lot of fun in our senior year especially in phys ed altho when you took up “basket ball” they made you drop it. You sure can help me guard if you are needed can you not.

I remain,

Olive Gass

Business Cards and Souveniers

Ethel Doyle, Erwin & I Chillicothe June 9, 1925. Fun?- I’ll say- Plans for Beaver Lake but our plans didn’t work.

(Less we forget) Herbert Saunders, Harry Morris drummer and violinist- Alley’s Cafe- Curves?? “Beasely and Red Ball yes! gods”

Did I fall? Oh! Lord. Met in Chilli, the romantic town, ride home Wed. nite at dance. Studebaker. Ditched?? Tired??

Pretty good dancer

“It’s three o’clock in the morning” Early yes? Florence, Clair Slonecker, Etta, Georgie May, Myrtle, Charlie May- More fun- Napes Cafe- Paw Paw patch- Swim- next morning

Gosh! Hard to get rid of.

April Fool- found in an alley?

Chillicothe 7-18-25 7-19-25 Swimming Fun?- Oh! gee-

Ethel Rosenbaum, me & one serious talk

Found on Harris Ave, can we forget Harris Ave Ethel?

Charlie My Boy Inscription


Trenton, Mo

Well Davina you don’t know just how I like this position? Maybe it don’t mean much but some of it does to me and E.G Gentry.
I am not going to sympathize with you, nor will I praise you for your good worth and wonderful ability, because to do so would only be like Billy. But I can testify that had you been in the class of ‘24 you would have had the world by the neck. Here’s hoping that you let me give you a few lessons.

Charlie My Boy

Pauline Davis Inscription


Davina Dear

I haven’t known you until this year but if you’re anything like your cousin Delphia I know “you’re some charmer, yes indeed” You know Davina, you’re one I would like to be like, but somehow that’s all the farther I can wade. Remember the dim dark days of our class in American Literature. I was the only light!!! Now that’s not being egotistical. I hardly know what to write. I don’t know you well enough to know any mean tricks and we have never wore pigtails together. I suppose I could say your eyes are like diamonds, cheeks like roses, teeth like pearls, but I can’t tell a lie! Ha ha! I do think you’re most awfully sweet and (kinda) beautiful. Remember me as an old school maid teacher, down by Hickory. I suppose you will never have the honor of being an old maid but I’ll wish you success in choosing your partner. As for me, give me liberty, or give me death.

TT club
debating club

Ever yours,
Pauline Davis

Helen F. and Hilda Lenz Inscriptions


Mar 2 1925

Dear Davina:

I am at loss to know what to say in your book but I shall always remember you as the “vamp and heart breaker” of Fair Drug Co. Don’t forget the good times we had, or rather we had at the dances and what a hard time I had deciding what to do and where to go. I hope that you have as much success in the future as you have attained here.

I remain
your “little” friend

Helen F.

Dear Davina:

When you get to teaching school think of me as a follower of the same profession. Remember me as a member of the senior class of ‘25 (good old class wasn’t it?)

Hilda Lenz