Downers Grove North High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Downers Grove, IL)

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G.A.A. BOARD STANDING J Larson, C. Wagon knecht, M. Moff ett, N. Beckham Va. Dimmitt, M Liska, M. Davids meyer, B. Phelps. SEATED J. Nara more, J. McCollum J. Hacklandcr, J Erskine, B. Broberg D. Hawk. 'Cjood. SpotfA., 'fyooeL dfmUtk. GIRL’S SPORTS A whistle, a kick, and the throb of running feet—another season of girls’ fall sports is off with a bang. It may have been the weather, but a special degree of enthusiasm was evident this year, turning out more fans than ever before. Soccer, with its rough and tumble games,- speedball, in preparation for future tournaments,- and field hockey for the upperclassmen, were some of the major interests,- and a small group of Robin Hood fans could be seen each week trying their skill at archery at the south end of the field. The tournaments were examples of fine sports- manship among the girls, and although Jeanne Kolzow’s senior team was the only one to come thru the season undefeated, all the gals worked faithfully with their teams in an effort to achieve organizations that clicked on the playing field. With signs of the first frost in the air, the fun-loving bunch turned its attention to winter activities—ready and raring to go. Cupids' Cuties Thundering Herd The Winners Shooting the Bull Take it Easy 21

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CHEERLEADERS limmy Scott, Barb Jroberg, Val Claus QhstsuiimjdshA., “Let’s have a‘Yea, Downers and spell it out! What do you say?” was the cry of Val Claus, Barbara Broberg and Jim Scott, rooters-in-chief for our teams this year. With six years of cheer-leading behind him, Val, senior member of the squad, has missed only one game in four years. Barbara and Jim, junior and freshman respectively, will be back next year doing the same fine job, so let’s have a “Yea, Rah, Rah, Cheer-leaders! What do you say? QiwhiL fotuiJbuf. With a squad of only eleven men including few lettermen, the cross country team, under the direction of Mr. Donovan Ingles, could boast only an average season. They split their dual meets, beating Morton and York and losing to Hinsdale and Riverside. Their entrance in the Conference Meet netted them fifth place. Bretz, Burns, Witmer, Lekatsos, and Keistler contributed much to the success of the team and earned their letters. 20 TOP ROW T. Thrawl, B Keistler, J. Elliott, T. Oifanas, P. Burns, D Ingles. SECOND ROW B Berry, G. Lekatsos, G. Redman, B Bretz, H. Witmer. BOTTOM ROW J. Dedic, R. Rouse, J. Morris, C. Schmidt.

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Barbershop Quartet I know my rights Yes, teacher1 The Dictators Strawberry Blondes Needed a pinch of salt Formal session The wrong way CL Sotuf- and Massachusetts With Patriotism as its main theme, the annual carnival held on November 12-13 fell into full swing. The auditorium was filled to the brim, with only the sounds of rustling procrams and a few hushed whispers heard before the trumpeters heralded in the 1943 festival. The stcge show was full of colorful acts, varying from gay musicals to Me-proud-beauty dramatic sketches with a few words from Berlin, Tokio, and Rome to add spice. The aroma of hot dogs and hamburgers drifted down from the G. R. Can- teen, enticing many, while the gaily decorated G.A.A. Ice Cream booth diverted those not quite so hungry. In the gym the “D” club furnished all the athletically in- clined with a acme of pitch and toss at the head of their favorite footbcll player. And there was the Hi-Y Medieval Castle with ell its apprehension and pungent odors and the screams of the tortured—with terror lurkinq in every corner of the hidden depths of the locker room. A wel :om 3 sight after these horrors was the Gymnastic Club exhibition where a comical twist was added by the few parents who dared a chance on the trampoline. From the Junior Telegram Booth came the calls of the messengers having difficulty finding their particular party. After this, there was dancing to “Ye Olde Juke-box for those with still enough energy. On the stroke of twelve the curtain came down on another high school carnival, and the tired but happy merry-makers bid fcrewell to the halls of dear old D. G., leaving behind only empty booths and silence. 22