Unionville High School, The Graphic, 1927, Page 16

Description:	A Senior’s Autobiographyosur-OThe next day, however, I received the good news that my casehad been reconsidered and that I might return to school.Being unusually brilliant, I skipped the last half of thefirst grade.Time passed quickly, and when I was twelve years of age,our illustrous family again made a change of headquartersmoving this time to Unionville. While I was in the eighthgrade, I drove to Bloomington to school.I used to think it would be a grand and glorious feelingwhen I entered high school, but alas! my illusions were dispelled. I became a very insignificant freshman among several hundreds of students.Although I liked high schcol at first, I soon grew tired ofit. The first three semesters I attended Bloomington HighSchool, but the next year I entered as a sophomore at Unionville.It was there that I made my debut as a basket ball star. Myabilities as a player, however, were not appreciated; accordingly, I became a mere substitute for Theodore Chitwood, backguard. Most of my activities took place on the side lines.Not having a winning personality, I made few friends. Indeed the number was limited to two or three. It was due tomy quiet disposition that few of the students and less of theteachers even knew that I was in school. My second yearended as it had begun—“unwept, unhonored, and unsung.”The third epoch in my high school career progressed inmuch the same way the previous one had. After the basketball season was over, our class staged a play and I was chosento take the part of Mr. Topknot. I enjoyed this very much,especially the love scenes with my wife.ideawasnat-myself.cannot remember much that happened during the firstyears of my life. However, I do recall that my sister,years my senior, disliked me very much. One day I wasIfewtwolying on the bed creating considerable disturbance by exercis¬ing my vocal organs when Esther (my sister) commanded meto “shut up.” Upon my refusal to do so, she climbed uponthe bed and began to scratch my face. Not exactly appreciating this little game I voiced my displeasure in very lustyoutcries. Most of my childhood was spent in this turbulentmanner. I have sometimes considered it a miracle that Ivived.When I was three years old my parents conceived the. of leaving the country and moving to Bloomington. Itmy first sight of a great metropolis; hence it was onlyural that when I saw the street cars I should beg my fatherto buy me one that I might play with it.It was September 14, 1815, when my formal education wasbegun. But at noon, three children were sent home becausethey were hardly six years old. I was among this number.(By George Mundy)On October 9, 1909, Mr. and Mrs. C. F. Mundy became theproud parents of a nine-pound boy. The happy couple namedthe unfortunate child George Roger. By this time, my dearreaders have perhaps guessed that the cunning little fellowwasSixteen
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