Harper High School - Shield Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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' J- ! 4:7 ,a ' I uf J 'J' v 'f - 1 V . m F L I ff! .lt lf' 1 1 f 1 J tslffffgf 4A DIVISION TEACHERS Top-Mr. Freestrom, Mrs. Davis, Mr. Bils Bottom-Miss Tracy, Mrs. Connery 7 SENIOR COMMITTE PROM Carl Swanson HALL Robert Allen Edward Schied Margaret Watt Helen Barkley Earl Hanisch lames O'DWyer Lucille Rea ORCHESTRA William Wilcox Antonette Russo Tom Treacy Alice Daresh Ted Bratsos Anne Iucius BIDS Robert Sandin Anton Spetyla Sophie Mataitis Marie MacKenzie Martin Mulcahy Otto De long Ruth Senkpiel 30 BOW DAY Aldona Gura Anna lane White Cecelia Poth Winifred Connolly Helen Carey Adeline Lenz Ann Reckas Alida Ekster Ruth Hill Laverne Schumacher Ethel Ely Eleanor Puhr PUBLICITY DEPT. Lawrence Roubik Charles Ten Broeck POSTER DEPT. Woodrow Thomas Violet Russell COMMENCEMENT Ieanette Ernst Dorothy Dietz Keith Lais Robert Chillo Marjorie Rouse COLLEGE DAY Ruth Lehman Henry Zuschlag Charlotte Schleuter Edmund Francone CAP AND GOWN Elise lohannes Anna Gager Lorraine Lugowski William Cook Emil Cieplak Robert Miller Mary McDonald RING AND PIN Frances Cibic Bruno Petraitis Robert Chillo Ernest Carlson lames Davis Catherine Pleva Florence Duschene ROOM REPRESENTATIVES Alice Kruse lane Wehrle Mary Maher Beatrice Mischke Virginia Paukstis

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, M 7 RA I ATING CLASS 1? Q.,-.,,' Lg, V L .-.gx., ,X ' 1 A ...af V if J- -VG-1 F F I C E R S R E D E N T FRANK MARRANTINO E C T A R Y ANNA MAE FITZGERALD I C E S I D E N T HILLARD STRZYNECKI R E U R E R E D W A R D H U T T E R F A R E W E L L LEAVING HARPER is going to be much more difficult than we had 6 anticipated. It is an arduous task saying goodbye to both our under- gif' I graduate friends and teachers. 3 WE, THE CLASS of Iune, 1936, extend our sincerest appreciation to 9 Q Mr. Deaver and the faculty, whose seeds of effort, We hope, have not ,- been sown in vain. I ' MERE WORDS are, beyond a doubt, inadequate in expressing our It V f deepest and sincerest gratitude to you, Harper, for all the grand oppor- X P. tunities you have so graciously offered us: it is impossible to sufficiently I acknowledge the inspiration for future life which our high school life Lf F has given us. ' Frank L. Marrantino, President, Class of Iune, 1936. r 29

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BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZON THE SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY TIME IS the greatest mystery known to mankind, for time is life and death: it has made man and later claimed him. Is there not some way, some long forgotten passage through which we may enter into the past? It was with this line of argument that I commenced a research, an adventure with tirne. IN AN OLD Egyptian book of mysticism I found the object of my search, the long lost formula. Then came days of research for the substances called for by the formula. Hours of preparation followed. A feeling of elation overwhelmed me as I raised the glass to my lipsethe indescribable taste, and then the sense of falling, then blackness, then oblivion. THE FIRST THING that assailed my awakening senses was the smell of incense. Gradually the details of my surroundings became clearer. The formula had been successful! When the first wave of amazement had passed, I ventured forth to explore this old world' to which I had been trans- ferred-and before my startled eyes was presented a scene that I never in my wildest dreams ever imagined. PEOPLE NUMBERING into the thousands were lined along the river Nile. The blaze of trumpets, the harsh commands, and the voices of the multitudes blended into great confusion. A victorious admiral was returning with his fleet from a successful campaign against the Phoenicians. SOMEONE TUGGED at my garments and begged alms in a whimpering voice. Imagine my amaze- ment when on looking down I beheld the face of my old classmate CARL SWANSON. WHAT ARE YOU doing here? I questioned, Have you too found the secret of time? THE BUNDLE of clothes merely looked at me in a puzzled manner so on I went searching the crowds for some other familiar face. A BLARE of bugles and a sudden opening in the crowd placed in my view the triumphant march of the returning sailors. At its head marched a Nubian slave with three straining lions in leash, and behold, staring at me from the depths of a beplumed helmet was the face of ELMER HULET, and the grinning Nubian presented to my startled gaze the form of ANTIONETTE RUSSO. CLOSELY FOLLOWING the Nubian slaves my eyes beheld the sailors unloading the spoils of war. Leading the group were KEITH LAIS and DAVID ADAIR mercilessly dragging HARRIET HOLMES and EVELYN BRETZ by the hair. Cowering under the whips of EARL HANISCH, ROBERT CURRIE, and HARRY IACOBSEN, I recognized the tortured faces of HELEN BARKLEY, VIVIAN ARNDT, FRANCIS CIBIC, FLORENCE FLECK, MARION IUSTIN, and FLORENCE MONTI. SUDDENLY I WAS startled by wild shouts and cries. Back aboard ship, mutiny had broken out. Fighting between captives and sailors had begun on deck. I was amazed to see that among the mutineers were HARRY FEE, HILDING ALFREDSON, WILLIAM COOK, KENNETH DORNAN, WARREN GOSS, IOHN MCELLIGOTT, HAROLD PETERSEN, HAROLD VAN PLEW, and MATTHEW LOYAL. I looked toward the other end of the boat and discovered the mutineers about to dispose of THOMAS TREACY, ALICE DARESH, IUNE BOGEN, TED BRATSOS, CARL DOUGHERTY, BERNARD REA, FRANCES KETTERER, and VERONICA MESSETT, by throwing them into the crocodile infested waters. I was relieved to hear the loud splashing of the oars which announced the timely arrival of the Royal Police gig. Standing at the prow of one of the gigs was Chief of Police IOE BELICE shouting to his able assistants, LOUIS DE GRAZIA, EMIL CIEPLAK, TONY FERRARA, DELBERT IOHNSON, EDWARD GALL, IAMES O'DWYER and in the other gig, led by EDMUND FRANCONE, were ROBERT SINGER, IOHN RICCIUTI and FELIX MURAUSKAS. AFTER THE MUTINEERS had been subdued I wended my way once more toward the market place. With a cry of delight, I perceived IOE COSTA molding pottery in one of the small booths which lined the street. I stopped a moment to converse with him, and was surprised to learn that he had become the master of a large harem among whom were such prominent classmates as FLORENCE CAMER, ANN IUCIUS, MAYBELLE ATEN, ALDONA GURA, MARIE LEONARD, MARY MCDONALD, and CATHRYN WALTON. THE AROMA of baking bread next attracted my attention. Beneath a small shelter, I saw CHARLOTTE SCHLUETER and ELEANOR BOLLBACK kneading bread dough in a large stone bowl, while VERN NEBE and BETTY SHORT squatted before a crude stone oven watching the baking bread. They were so busy they didn't notice me so I continued on my way to a group of women who were busily weaving rugs in the hot sun. Weaving a large rug of oriental pattern sat PEARL SIMONS, PATRICIA GALVIN, AUDREY NELSON, and MILDRED GRAND with MARGARET DR.AZEN, their heads bent intently over their work. I then stopped to buy a smaller rug from OLIVE ANDERSON who was the saleswoman of the group. ACROSS THE NARROW street I heard sounds of heavy pounding which seemed to be coming from a small cobbler's shop. When I investigated I found two former school chums OTTO DE IONG and THOMAS BALENT who seemed to be partners in business. They appeared to be glad to see me and began to introduce me to their apprentices whom I recognized as SYDNEY BLACKWOOD, MELVIN FISCHER, WILLIAM CRUM and RICHARD NEFF. LEAVING THE market place I wandered at random into a nearby street. It was lined on each side with chattering slaves and unkempt beggars. I was about to hurry through the crowd when two of the beggars pulled at my coat. Needless to say I was surprised when I saw the pitiful faces of RUTH HILL and FLORENCE ANDERSON. I threw them a penny and hurried on. I realized that night was approaching and I began to look about for a place to sleep. 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