Walnut High School - Walnut Tree Yearbook (Walnut, IL)

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THE WALNUT TREE SENIORS ADRIAN BULLINGTON No less in truth than life. Football, 3, 4; Agriculture Club, 1, 2, 3; A. M, B. Society, 3; Debate Club, 4; A. M. B. Play, 3; Agriculture Play, 2; Glee Club 3, 4; Operetta, 4; Hi-Y Survey, 4; Senior Class Play, 4; Academics Editor of Walnut Tree. JEANETTE ESPEL What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue. A. M. B. Society, 2, 3: Chorus, 3, 4; Operetta, 4; Home Economics Club, 2, 3; Vice President A. M. B., 3; Literary and Special Activities Editor of Walnut Tree, 4. GEORGE STICKLE I am content. Basket-ba'l. 1, 2, 3. 4: Football, 4; Track, 3, 4; Operetta, 3, 4; Orchestra, 1, 2, 3, 4; Agricu’ture Club, 1, 2, 3; Orchestra Conceit, 1, 2. 3; Senior Class Play, 4; Snap-shot Editor of Walnut Tree, 4. DORIS MIN1ER She is troubled with thick coming fancies that keep her from her rest. Home Economics Club, 1, 2, 3; Snapshot Editor of Walnut Tree, 4; Senior Class Play, 4. Page twenty 19 2 7

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— umi;:::iiiiiiiiiiiiuinxiii) TiiiHTiTrTm |-| L N FJ T T B E SENIORS AUDREY KISER Thou speakest wiser than thou art aware of. Class President, 2; Vice President, 4: Don Marquis Society, 2, 3; Secretary D. M. S. 3; Don Marquis Play, 3; Home Economics Club, 3; Debate Club, 4; Senior Class Play, 4; Editor-in-chief of Walnut Tree, 4. ALLAN FOX I think but dare not speak. Orchestra, 1, 2, 3, 4; Agriculture Club, 2; Basket-ball, 1 year; Agriculture Play 2; Joke editor of Walnut Tree, 4. CATHERYN QUILTER I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it. Don Marquis Society, 1, 2, 3; Don Marquis Play, 3; Dramatics, 4; Declamatory Contest, 1, 2, 3; President Tennis Association, 3; Girls Athletic Editor of Walnut Tree, 4. HAROLD RUDIGER You have deserved high commendation and true applause. Football, 2, 3, 4; Basketball, 1, 2, 3, 4; B. B. Captain, 4; Track, 3, 4; Agriculture Club, 1, 2, 3; Debate Club, 4; Class Treasurer, 4; Senior Class Play, 4; Joke Editor of Walnut Trfce, 4. miiuiniiinnniiinnninnnr-mTTiinpnmiDr nmiiiiim-TmT 19 2 7 Page nineteen

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THE WALNUT TREE CLASS PROPHECY Point Barrow, Alaska, November 10, 1970. D:ar Miss Mason,—In my course of travel I stayed up in the arctic region for about three weeks. The first night, as we sat gazing at the wonders of the Northern skies, we saw the heavens burst into flames three times. The first burst of flame snowed a boy, and then it faded out of sight; the second was a young man; and the third was a bent old man. We gazed in wonder but we saw no more appear. The next night we were very surprised to see Martha Washington in the quaint old styles. At this I resolved to stay longer and see other people of History, and I was not disappointed. The third night we beheld Harold Rudiger as a small boy, as a student of Walnut High, and then as a bald-headed grandfather surrounded by his grandchildren. Each of the consecutive seventeen nights showed us a member of the famous Class of 1927 as they now are in 1970. The first two bursts of flame each night showed each person as a boy or girl and as a student of Walnut High . Although these brought back pleasant memories they do not need further description as I think you remember them too. The fourth night we beheld Audrey Kiser as a patient little missionary in the slums of New York. The next night the Auroras were unutterably beautiful; every color imaginable quivered across the sky. No picture appeared, but a tiny black spot came toward us. As it came nearer we saw that it was an areoplane, and recognized the pilot as Herbert Whitver. We beheld a most gorgeous sight the next night. The scene was in Hollywood, and the most beautiful actress was being chosen. The prize was awarded to Miss Marian Kiser. She was dressed in silvery laces, star-dust, and diamonds, and certainly deserved the prize. On the following night the lights showed us Allen Fox, who is still a traveling salesman. From the various tickets he had about him, one could tell that he had travelled in almost every state in the Union. We wrere hurried out the next night by terrible crackings and crashes. My friends informed me that the Auroras often cracked and roared. The picture we saw was an odd one. A great pile of musical instruments seemed scattered through the sky. In the midst of these sat George Stickles, serenely composing orchestra music. Notes, staffs, and innumerable 1 9 2 7? mniniTinnnmrTTinniTiniiniimiiinrninTifTi Page twenty-one