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

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THE WALNUT TREE seen Gall Stone and hia wife, who was the former Janet Schoaf. Gall had discovered a secret formula which takes the glow out of glow worms. The glow is then put In false teeth. The Stones are reputed to be rich, but you know how It goes. It doesn't seem to me there could be much money In this business. Going on down the street, I came to a carnival, and since I was always Interested in such things. I stopped. I was interested in a girl who was giving an exhibition on a platform in front of the main tent. She wore a veil and was costumed as an Oriental dancing girl. When she took off her veil,I discovered that it was Elaine Epperson. She told me that her barker, who in real life is Lavern Tornow, had enticed her to leave the home life of the farm and start on a career of hardship,heart-ache, back-ache, tooth-ache, and even a little tonsllitis. She even said that this cruel brute had followed the form suggested in the song, The Man on the Flying Trapeze. she even said that he made her take the place of the tent poles when they ran short.because she was still as slender as a wil- low wand. A Salvation Army band was playing on one corner of the plaza of the Hotel Glenn and a pretty little lassy solicited my donation. Fancy meeting Beverley Durham in a band of this type. She had worked her way up to a position corresponding with that of Amie Semple McPherson, a prominent evangilist of our time . She said that she had traveled far in the hope of meeting a true caveman. She found none, but heard that there was one in Hindustan. When she got there the caveman was gone and so she ministered to the natives. She had returned to this country with her colleague, Lois Wallace who was at this time playing the bass horn in the band. Beverley informed me that Lois had become a sort of a wanderer and when she had picked her up, she was working as a machinist's helper in Communistic Russia. As I continued on my unhurried way, I met the Pierson sisters. I asked them what they were doing now and they offered to show me. It had been quite a while since I had eaten at Maggie's, so I went with them hoping to get some nourishment. They took me to an imposing building on the banks of Walnut Creek. They told me that they had been running a successful salmon hatchery for many years and had the distinction of having cultivated the first salmon in Bureau County. They offered to give me a salmon to take with me, but since my pockets were full of holes already I was forced to decline. Evelyn Moodie was the chief fisher for the outfit and was at the time supporting her husband and three children through the use of her hook and line. She was doing quite well and offered to give me a practical lesson in salmon fishing but this I could not accept. I went back up town and being thirsty I decided to drop in somewhere and try to bounce back to normal with a Coca-Cola. I went into a respectable looking Joint and was amazed when Ethylmae Baumgartner waited on me. When she told me that this place was an exclusive ladles' bowling alley and billiard parlor,I almost swooned from exhaustion, shock, malnutrition, and all the other ravages of a mlsspent youth. As I rushed to leave the place, I nearly collided with a portly woman and a companion who rushed in the door with a crow-bar and a hatchet. It was Grace Strouss and Mary Elaine Kranov. They had taken up where Carry A. Nation had left off.Tbey had spread a reign of terror from Cicero to Normandy and back to Cicero again. At the time they were on their way back to Normandy again.Vlona Oulther, the man behind the gun as it were, was head of the organization and often masqueraded as a pickpocket to see how many people carried flasks. After apoligiz-ing to Ethylmae for suspecting that she had liquor in her emporium, they left. Grace was swinging her hatchet and Mary Elaine was shouting to come and be saved by the anti-intoxication society. I started to leave town and upon going down the C. B. Q. tracks, preparatory to hopping on to my private stock-car, I espied a fellow who was hopping thither and yon, from flower to flower, and when I looked at him closer I ascertained that it was Jumping Joe Perino. I asked him why all the happiness and he told me that he had found the fountain of youth and that he was out peddling some of the stuff, which he called Old Crow Youth Water, in gallon Jugs. Joe was always a good hearted fellow and he gave me a sip.Wow ! It didn't taste like youth water to me, but I had neglected to care whether it did or not. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the sun setting in the East,the entire planetary system having been rearranged by Einstein. I went along in leaps and bounds which exceeded even those of Joe's And now dear friends, I must leave thee. There were tears in my eyes, no vest to my suit, and a coat on ray tongue, as I scampered away. I only hope that I'll be able to see all of this motely throng again some day. --By Franklyn Nelick i

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THE WALNUT TREE CLASS PROPHECY Alter completing a twenty-five year sojourn with the Intentions of strengthening my mind, body, and soul, and ridding my system of acute ennui, which was built up or torn down by the four years of high school, 32 to 35 Inclusive,I hopped off a C B. k Q. side-door pullman at Walnut Illinois Upon alighting, my glance strayed to the First State Bank building, across the 9treet, and then up as far as what, in ray hey-day used to be a popular resort of the repealers. i!y curiosity was aroused when I saw emblazoned on the window in bright red letters, the following catchy phrase------- Haggle's Dine and Dance. Being of a curious nature and always anxious to get a hand-out, I wandered over. I was met at the door by Margaret Hau, the stellar intellectual of my high school days. She told me that business was poor 'cause the people didn't patronize the places as they used to. I walked into the kitchen hopeful of finding a plate to clean, and who do you suppose it was that greeted me? Aurell Bur-key. He was quite portly, and in fact he told me that he weighed nearly 333 pounds. He had discarded his complexion which in the old days was peaches and cream for the oily type of complexion that usually accompanies dishwashers. As I sat there a strange looking person came in with a flyswatter and asked me if I had seen anything of a cockroach.I said that I had not, not wanting to enter into the mania, and when he had left, Aurell informed me that this was his oldest child. He said that to have an heir of this type, sort of took the heart out of him and he hadn't tried again. I felt the atmosphere growing sort of warm and so I left in favor of a cooler clime. A8 I walked past the old A P store ,I perceived a queer-looking fellow Juggling fruit in the front window I tapped on the glass hoping that he would give me something to eat, and when he finally did turn, I could see that it was Cliff Winger. He had been disappointed physically, mentally, and financially. He said that Elsie had left him in a lurch. Or did he say at the church? I don't remember which it was, but it certainly was sad. He said that the only consolation he ever got out of life any more was unpacking a nice fresh crate of lemons or persimmons. He had done without help lately, he told me, since his old pal,Shirley Kerchner and Herbie Braasch had run off to Join a carnival Shirley, as always, a charming person, had taken up the snake charming profession, and Herbie was selling snake oil All this made me sad and the longer I stayed, the sadder I got, so I walked on. My mind centered on one personality. In my mind I see him yet, galloping down the field with the ball tucked under his arm. Souple. Where was he? I knew that be had successively, not successfully, married Pauline UcMalns seven times, and upon arriving at the eighth wedding, he balked. But what of the person himself? I saw him at last. An aged old man with a long white beard,which drug in the street as he hobbled along. He was leading his timid little wife, Marilyn Peach, nee Smith, up to the train preparatory to spending a three day honey-moon in Hanamann. Pauline in the meantime had gone and found another fellow to win with her wiles, guiles, and smiles, who was none other than Willard Burkey, the mature fellow who was our classmate.WiHard at present is co-pilot on the Snowflake, a cabin plane which makes regular trips between Yorktown,Thomastown,Hoop-hole, and points east, west, north, or south, depending on which way the passenger (if there should happen to be one) wants to go. ur ft After seeing Marvin and his bride off on the train, I turned around to confront one of the strangest looking Individuals that I have ever had the fortune or misfortune to observe. Indeed his identity would have remained forever a mystery if I had not seen a thick pair of spectacles peering out from under a shaggy thatch of blond, unkempt hair and almost hidden by an Immense beard. I knew by the glint in bis eye also that it was Dick Whitver His face was burned a brilliant tomato red,and not being a person to wait for people to tell me things unless I asked first,I asked Dick in his usual manner proceeded to tell a short story, but having never recovered from Mr. Snider's History class, he made it as long as possible. The main point was this--Dick had been turned down in favor of Floyd Hornback. Incidentally, Floyd and bis wife are now living on an extensive guinea pig ranch in South Normandy on the corner of Forty-second and Broadway. Floyd is happily married with a great number of little Hornbacks. Well, to go on with Dick's story, he had drifted thither and yon and even back to thither, again, and finally following the marine life of his family which was instigated, and propagated by his brother, he Joined the French Foreign Legion. He is now unhappily married to an Arabian princess and is enjoying his first liberty leave since 1940. Dick told me that while touring Europe preparatory to coming home, 12 he had

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THE WALNUT TREE CLASS WILL We, the members of the Senior Class of Walnut High School, being of sound mind and memory do hereby make, publish, and declare the following to be our Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made. SECTION ONE Bequests to the Faculty 1. To our dearly beloved faculty we do bequeath another dignified Senior Class as well behaved as we have been. 2. To Mr. Snider, we do bequeath a Stop and Go signal for the upper corridor. 3 To Mr. Lobaugh we do bequeath a new automobile that obeys traffic regulations . 4. To Miss Noret we do bequeath a radio for the English room to save her the trouble of traveling to the Science room next door. 5. To Miss Cochran we do bequeath enough packages of chewing gum to last her through vacation. 6. To M18s Cleaveland we do bequeath a gravy ladle for sampling student cooking. 7. To Mr. Winger we do bequeath our Horaemaking abilities for his future happiness . 8. To Mr. Hatland we do bequeath a new Chevrolet to take the place of bis Ford so he may always be on time. 9. To Mrs. Kelgwln we do bequeath a highly spirited class to teach her the Modern instead of the Dead” language. 10. To Miss Strouss we do bequeath several more years of single blessedness. SECTION TWO Bequests to the Classes 1. To the Junior Class we do bequeath our straight and narrow path of Industry to lead them to success. 2. To the Sophomore Class we do bequeath our unsurpassed Dignity and Self-Reserve. 3. To the Freshman Class we do bequeath our finished nature to replace their greenness. SECTION THREE Bequests to the Janitors 1. To Silas we do bequeath a ride with Sir Malcolm Campbell so that he will relish walking to school. 2. To Steve we do bequeath an interview with Mr. Hatland, our home room Instructor, on how to keep dairy cows. SECTION FOUR Individual Bequests I, Ethylmae Baumgartner, do bequeath my wiap-like form to Helen Upton. I, Herbert Braasch, do bequeath my farming ability to Irvin Nellck. I, Aurell Burkey, do bequeath my right to blush at all times to Myron Plum. I, Willard Burkey, do bequeath ray boldness to Sheldon Fordhara. I, Beverley Durham, do bequeath ray innocence to Ellen Guither. I, Elaine Epperson, do bequeath my lease on radio salesmen to Nona Glaze. I, Viona Guither, do bequeath my golden locks to Maxine McGonigle. I, Floyd Hornback, do bequeath my permanent wave to Charles White. I, Elsie Jensen, do bequeath ray Model T to Wallace Bass. I, Shirley Kerchner, do bequeath my love for dancing to Martha Elsele. I, Elaine Kranov, do bequeath my Jazz playing to Priscilla Forney. I, Pauline McMalns do bequeath my late hours to Gertrude Renwick. I, Margaret Mau, do bequeath my adoration of minister4s sons to Mary Jane Hewitt. I, Evelyn Moodle, do bequeath my shyness to Leslee Bishop. I, Franklyn Nellck, do bequeath my outstanding brass to Gladys Renner. I, Earvin Peach, do bequeath my studious habits to Marvin Guither. I, Joe Perino. do bequeath my courteousness to Ned Lewis. It Marie Pierson, do bequeath ay Homemaking ability to Emmajune Brooks. I, Winnlfred Pierson, do bequeath ray speaking voice to Dale Carlson. I, Janet Schoaf, do bequeath my love for the study of Stone to Ruby Hunter. I, Marilyn Smith, do bequeath my interest in cow-testers to Lois Sprinkle. I, Gall Stone, do bequeath my dally slumbers to Cora Dale Craig. I, Grace Strouss, do bequeath my violin to Marilyn Heaton. I, Lavern Tornow, do bequeath my flirtatious ways to Marjorie Broers. I, Lois Wallace, do bequeath my reckless rides with Lavern Tornow to Shirley Gallentlne. I, Richard Whitver, do bequeath my best brand of hair oil to Benjamin Ode 11 I, Clifton Winger, do bequeath my charm with the fairer sex to Clifford Heaton Signed this twentieth day of March. 36. SENIORS.