Antioch Community High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Antioch, IL)

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J.Uo Nommx WILHELMI 'fmonw' Transferred from Allen- dale 1942. Band, Track, Basketball, Baseball,UA' club, Football. Ambition: To be a good coach and husband. MAURISE EDWARDS HMAURIE' Track, F.F.A. Ambition: Join the Nara DORIS PORTWICH NDORH Home ec. club. Ambition: To be happy. 1 RALPH TRIEGER NRALPHIEW Band, Chorus, Football, Basketball, Track, Swing band, UAW club, Freshman class pres., 'A' club pres. and sec., Student Council pres.,Journalism Annual staff,Senior play Ambition: Play clarinet like Artie Shaw. JOYCE OFTEDAHL uQFTEu Trans. from Qak Park, Proviso in 1944. Ambition: Finish College

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GHRALDYN GRESENS GE1fmY Trans. from Roosevelt in 1944. G.A.A., Student Council, Pep club, Band, Chorus, Swing band, An- nual staff,Drum majoret, Dramatics club sec., R. O. T. C. Band, Senior play. Ambition: To get all the happiness out of life. ROBERT KUFALK QUBOBIH F.F.A., Basketball. Ambition: WTel1 you in about five years.n JOE STHRBENZ uPOLLOCKu Football, Basketball, Track, Soph. classireas. UAW club vice pres.,Sen- ior play. Ambition: To be a coach. ROBERT JANUKHY nBOBu F. F. A., Track, Band, Chorus, Annual club,Stup dent Council.' Ambition: Join the Army Air Corps. PHYLLIS CHOPE WCHOPIEN Pep club, Home ec. club, Ambition: To own a dude ranch. , .1 5 ' I VY' ' , , A I MA, V

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ll. PROPHECY This is it! Finally the time had come. ,After four years of struggling, to- night we, the class of 1946, were graduating. The night was, well, to be per- fectly frank, it was hot and muggy. It took scads of energy to breathe and the perspiration trickled down my forehead. The atmosphere was stifling. WI shall just put down my head and close my eyes for a minutef, I drowsily said. Oh, this feels marvelous. It makes me feel so sleepy. too. It seems as if I'm just drifting along among the clouds. Wait a minute, I gg drifting through the clouds in a rocket ship Itfs swooping down over some little village and we're gliding right above the street. There comes a man with a little sign in his shirt that flashes on and off and says HEAT AT JOE'S'. Why, you know he almost looks like? it is! Ralph Trieger. I think I'll follow him. We're passing a coat- shop by the name of Reidel's Ritzy Raps where cloaks are designed by Donald Irving and modeled by his lovely wife, Geraldyn Gresens. Next door is Kufalk's Bean Cannery and there is Mrs. Kufalk walking out with Bob. Why, it's that former luscious looking blonde, Helen Wolf. Oh now we've come to a school. I wonder if we might take a peak in the window? Here is the kindergarten room as it should be, and our lovely teacher is Miss Dorothy Scott, better known these days as Mrs. Myles Van Duzer. Myles, who is still trying to think of jokes, corresponds vol- uminously with June .Spanggard who runs a small school nHow to Remember a Joken. Ralph Trieger, whom I have been following, has just stepped into a building, Joe's Place. Who should the owners be but Joe Sterbenz and his cute little wife, Mary Ryan. PegIHarvey, the head waitress, is just bringing a double coke to her intimate friend, Leroy Ellis, who is the town's only plumber. Since Ralph has stopped here for a short coke, I'll have to continue onlmy .way alone. Passing along the main thorough-fare, we find Raymond Toft directing traffic at Main and Lake streets.. Presently he seems to be having a great deal of difficulty with a young man who has just landed his helicopter in the middle of the avenue and his challenging wife who is arguing with the policeman. Why, of course, it is Robert Holem and Bernice Palaske. Further down the street the blazing lights of Gross's Grotesque Grotto come into sight. As we draw closer, we are able to read the sign in front and find that the UHuba huba Girlsn, Joan Felter, Phyllis Stastny, and Joyce Oftedahl, are offering their nation famous dances this evening. Oh, we must stop in and see this! The music of Dolores's orchestra is lovely and the trombonist, Norman Wilhelmi, is now finishing his solo. Coming on to do her number is the beauti- ful, ultra-blonde singer, Gertrude Hawkins. It is just about closing time and the Janitors, Harland French and Clifford Mirocko, who had been a vaudeville steam in early days, have come in to begin their chores. Back on the street once more, we find the milkman delivering on his daily route and singing as he goes. My, but that voice sounds familiar! Of course, it is Frankie fthe Swedish Nightingale of the Dairyl Olson. There seems to be a young lady sitting on top of the horse. She must be coming home from work. The girl looks like Doris Portwich. Now, as she climbs off the horse and walks up the path of the house across the street, her husband comes out the door - going towmkl What is going on next door. Such a racket! Why, it's Robert January in top hat and tails. He must have come in a little late, for his wife, Phyllis Chope, is using slight muscular force getting him into the house. Oh, she's hitting him. I can feel the pokes she's giving him! It almost feels as though I'm the one who's getting poked. I ggp My goodness, I'm at Commencement and, oh dear, Mr. Birkhead is repeating my name over and over. Oh, goodness. I must hurry. I do so want to graduate! All these thoughts seem to wander into my mind as I stumble forth to receive my diploma.