Abraham Lincoln Junior High School - Annual Yearbook (Rockford, IL)

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Class History The first class to go from Abraham Lincoln junior High School in the year 1930 numbered 232 pupils. '1le Linwln Log, again a success, employed a staff composed mainly of 9A pupils. Russell Johnson and Donald Franzene were associate editors; Doris Nelson, exchange editor; Vernette Cedarleaf, school editor; Vernette Cedarleaf, school editor; Marshall Hodges, joke editor; and Arthur Lindahl, sport editor. Quentin Ogren, a prominent student, has been the editor-in-chief of the Erst semesterTs portion of this Lincoln Annual. Out of forty-hve pupils comprising the orchestra, led by Mr. J. E. Bornor, there were nine 9ATs. The band, comprised of sixty, included thirteen 9A3. At a meeting of the 9A class calledby Mr. Hanna ontNovember 13;. 1929, Mrs. Muriel Tingley, English instructor, was elected class adviser. Another meeting was held a week later to elect class officers. Those elected were: Rueben Carlson........7m.....................- ............... President Milton Anderson .................................... Vice-President Donald Franzene .................. Secretary and Treasurer The class play, Mr. Bob. was considered very good. Those portraying the different characters were Doris Nelson, Phyllis Swanson, Mabel Ostlund, Helen Abramson, Kenneth Allen, Rueben Carlson, and Edward Cobb. The class party, judging from comments of those who attended, was a huge success. It was held January twenty-fourth in the auditorium. Re- freshments were served in the cafeteria. We are very proud of our athletic record and 0f the athletes who helped make it. The scholastic record of this class, we feel, has been very good; however, we hope the following classes will seek to attain one even higher. 1930 T page thirteen

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Row 1: Eugene Stenstrom, Helen Downing, Greta Hill, Dorothy Jones, Ruth Mugnuson, Vincent Hercer, Eleanor V. Carlson, Eleanor Norsen, Dorothy Fagerberg, Margaret Forsell, Raymond Anderson. Row 2: Donald Carlson, Mrs. Tingley, Margaret Gabrielson, Mae Sundell, Ebba Peterson, Ingrid Nielsen, Mildred Johnson, Virginia Leber, Eleanor A. Carlson, Florence Johnson, Anhur Lundahl. Row 3: Emil Salmi, Carl Dahlquist, Everett Peterson, Irving Tagrin, Howard Reed, Erik Johnson, Peter Jeneliunas, Kenn'eth W'orf, Laverne Oncken. Absent: Stanley BIOmQUISt. Honor Roll . x a x N; a .5 gnu: ll Row 1: Vivian Beltield, Ila Hennig, Myrle Austin, Astrid Bakkeluud, Eva Bargren, Mae Edberg, Blanche, onson, Wauneta Carlson, Lucile Sydow, Cora Nelson, Verna Johnson, Harriet Milburn. Row 2: Mabel Ostlund, Gladys Christensen, Phyllis Swanson, Mildred hinder, Marjorie Anderson, Rosie Northsea, Elsie Cole, Avolyn Knott, Ruth Magnuson, Eleanor V. Carlson, Margaret Gabrielson, Mary Asp. Row 3: Earl Venstrom, Ralph Rungren, Bertil Allison, Quentin Ogren, Willard Johnson, John Billstrand, Arthur Floberg, Milton Anderson, Russell Johnson, Raymond Anderson. Row 4: Lloyd Easton, Otto Gustafson, Clarence Anderson, Nelso Balestri, Harold Dahlberg, Arthur Lind- vall, Eugene Stenstrom, Hilding Ahlstrom, Donald Franzene, Russell Fagerberg. 1930 page twelve

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Future Indicative The day was warm and sunny without the least suggestion of rain. It w'as the day of June 3rd, the year 1945, that a few old school mates of the days at Abraham Lincoln Junior High School and I had set to meet at Hotel Magnuson in RockfordmIllinois. We were to spend the rest of the day together, digging up old memories, and hunting out our old friends. The party consisted of Doris Nelson, dean of Rockford College; Blanche Monson, superintendent of the Norwegian-American Hospital in Chicago; Violet Rehn- berg, secretary to the great Pierry De Saix, musician and confirmed bachelor; Myrle Austin, famed opera singer who impersonated Nerissa in the Merchant of Venice, an opera written by Pierry De Saix; and I. I was there first and was impatiently awaiting the arrival of my com anions for the day when a taxi-cab recklessly pulled up to the curb and stopped with a jetgc Who should get out but Karl K. Kollberg! My friends, not waiting to open the door, scrambled out laughing and talking just as ever. We exchanged greetings and entered the hotel, pulling the protesting Karl with us. lth, Karl, we said, Hthis is going to belsuch an occasion before the day is over. Wouldnlt your boss let you off for just today? ltVVell-er you see Ilm my own boss? he modestly explained. I started out as a taxi driver and am now president of my own taxi company, but one of the men fell ill, and so I thought I would take his place for a day. Its just like old times. ' We congratulated Mr. Kollberg on his success in business and then passed to the dining room. The head waiter met us and directed us to a table. Surprise upon surprises! Rupert Nelson was the head waiter. When settled, Doris summoned a waiter and bade him tell Mr. Magnuson of the presence of friends. A few minutes later we were surprised to see a dignified looking gentleman coming toward us. Could this be Carl? This distinguished appearing person? Evidently the waiter had neglected to give him our names as his face betrayed only ordinary interest. When he finally recognized us, he hurried, his face wreathed in smiles. Well, this IS a pleasant surprise. All these people from Lincoln. I have a surprise in store for you, too, if you will wait for it; but then we wont tell what it is? said Carl. I promised to lunch with Ingrid, my wife, but PM have a waiter tell her where we all are when she comes down. When Mrs. Ingrid Swanson Magnuson arrived, she was accompanied by Mr. Milton Anderson and his wife, the former Constance MacDonald. We were told that the Ander- sons were making their home in the hotel because household duties were too fatiguing for Mrs. Anderson. Milton was a radio expert. At another table we espied Mr. Quentin Ogren, noted criminal lawyer of the day, and Otto Gustafson. Rockfordls mayor, ap- parently waiting for their orders. They immediately joined us. Otto was waiting for someone, but he would not tell us for whom. Carl then had us move to one of the private rooms. He said that this crowd was too much for the main dining room. One of the charming hostesses was Lucile Sydow. She promised to rejoin us in our inspection of the airport on top of the hotel. All its equipment was of the newest and best. Our luncheon was wonderful. Ingrid mentioned that the oranges in our salad came from a plantation in California owned by Eugene Nelson. When we had finished our delicious repast, we visited the airport. It was a truly wonderful affair. An air- plane was scheduled to land within the hour. Carl seemed overly anxious for its appear- ance 0n the scene. Pretty soon we heard a whirring sound and looked to see a large passenger plane coming. After it had landed, we recognized the pilot as Harold Dahl- berg. He and his wife, Lorine Johnson Dahlberg, had created quite a sensation when they had made a round-the-world trip in two days on their honeymoon. Lorine and Gladys Christensen alighted First. No wonder Otto was waiting for someone! The others, seeing who was there to welcome them, piled out as fast as they could. Among them were Mr. Carlgren and Dorothy Swanson Carlgren. Irving was president of a large manufacturing company which bears his name. They lived in Chicago. Alta Ohlson was an interior decorator of no little fame. Rosie Northsea, a great mathemati- cian, had been in the plane too. Mabel Ostlund, a great dancer, and Helen Abramson, a dramatist of much favor, were talking so rapidly and furiously that no one could under- stand anyone else. Pierry De Saix was one of the passengers and as soon as he had got down from the plane. he and Quentin Ogren started calmly discussing prohibition. Lloyd Easton, the second Houdini; Roy Johnson, chief engineer of a railroad project just com- pleted out west; Kenneth Allen, a lawyer; Hilding Ahlstrom, architect, who had drawn up the blue prints for the Magnuson Hotel; Roy Anderson, gentleman of leisure; and Marshall Hodges, an actor on a vacation from Hollywood. comprised the remaining part of the masculine element on board the NLorine. We all decided that it would be much fun to finish the afternoon by visiting Abraham Lincoln Junior High School. Karl K. Kollberg furnished taxi service, and we were there in no time. Upon entering the school we first went to the office. Could it be? Well, it was. There was Rueben Carlson, principal. wearing his own big smile, teasing a woman who was prompting him to be home early for dinner that night because they were entertain- ing. This lady, obviously Mrs. Carlson, turned out to be an old friend, Genevieve Revot. When such a crowd tried to get in the office, Mr. Carlson looked up. 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