Evanston Township High School - Key Yearbook (Evanston, IL)

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Class Sketches High school! Back in the grades that seemed rather a tremendous proposition. Even after we found ourselves full-fledged freshmen in E.T.H.S. it still seemed a little awful. Would we ever, ever be able to find our way through the cavernous corridors? And would we ever learn to get to the right class-room at the first try? As for getting back to classes after lunch-that was hardest of all! You remember we had to wait in the assembly room during the first fifteen minutes of our lunch period while the upper classes found the choice food and seats in the old cafeteria, now the drill hall, and then we had to stand in line for at least ten minutes more. And will you ever forget the awe we felt for the first and second floors-second only to the respect in which we held the upper classmen themselves. lt took a great deal of courage to invade the solemnity of the library. And our first examination! The whole class nearly died of fright three weeks beforehand, and of relief three weeks afterwards. By the way, didn't we used to carry assignment notebooks or something queer like that, when we were freshmen? You say you don't remember? Well, it is pretty far back. Eventually we became sophomores, and we were absolutely the most important people in the school! We felt ourselves very far above the freshmen. Why, we could even be found sitting nonchalantly in the first floor lobby, in which we'd hardly dared set foot the year before. Then came our junior year. That was rather a gay year. We had discarded the unimportant importance of sophomores and had not yet assumed the dignity of seniors. Perhaps we did'n't study as much as we might have. We were kept too busy with parties, extra-curricular activities, and class elections. Then suddenly we were seniors, and responsibility-real responsibility this-rested on our shoulders. We edited the newspaper, magazine, and the Year Bookg we headed clubs and organizations, we commanded the M. T. C., and we made plans for graduation. We were the leaders of the school. We stood for all that four years of high school training could or could not accomplish. We began to think more earnestly about college and about going out into the world to make our living. Almost before we realized it, commencement was upon us. Perhaps we wished that it wasn't all over-that we could go back for a little while longer. We have been so secure, college or making one,s own living seems rather breath-taking.

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il l mmswl Memories Where sunlight warms the heart to gladness Bright already in the light of friends, These place' move the mind tc, s.1dneSs In recollections when the daylight ends.