Antioch Community High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Antioch, IL)

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Wal' 5 1L!O1fL Remember when we were Freshmen? Everything was new to us and we were plen- ty frightened as we first went through those numerous doors at A. T. H. S. Our class of 'll-8 was small in number, but under the careful supervision of our class advisor-s,,Miss Hartley and Mr. Kutil, everything went along nicely. For officers we elected: President, Joe Cosgrove: Vice-president, Ken Mattson: Secretary. Bill Roepenach: Treasurer, Barbara Tiede. The Sophomores gave a party for us on Oct. 13 in order to become-acquainted with us. The football boys honored us by elect- ing Ann De John as freshman attendant to the Queen's Court. Eldalou Elwood and Presily Bratrude represented our class in the Student Council. On March 3 we gave a return party for the Sophomores, and then we ended our first year at high school with a picnic at Fox Grove. The following September we returned to school in order to complete our se- cond year at A. T. H. S. We started the year off with a bang by giving a wel- come party for the Freshmen. Several of our girls joined G. A. A. , and most of our boys proved to be the athletic type. The football team chose Virginia Gaa as Sophomore attendant to the Q,ueen's Court for the Homecoming festivities. Our class officers were Robert Thompson, president: Tom Suzuki, vice-president, and Virginia Gea, secretary: Walter Kuligowslci, treasurer. Helen Tinker, Dorothy Thompson, Joe Cosgrove, and Tom Suzulci were our representatives in Student Coun- cil. We had become pretty well acquainted with everyone and had many new friends. The following year we had to make moneygffor the Junior-Senior Prom. This was accomplished by selling candy bars under the supervision of Marge Anderson. On November ljth and lf-Lth, we presented our play Just Duckgyn under the hand of Miss Darrough. Joan Conrad was Junior attendant to the Queen's Court. Mrs. Sheehan became our class sponsor. Pat Anderson, Helen Winfield, Dolores Miller, Presily Bratrude. Kenneth Mattson, and Walter Kuligowski were the Junior rep- resentatives to Student Council. The class officers were Ken Mattson, president: Joe Cosgrove, vice-president: Joan Conrad, secretary: and Pat Anderson, trea- surer: Our Junior year at A. T. H. S. ended with the Junior-Senior Prom. We used a roof garden setting with a fence of stars around the refreshment tables. This year we enjoyed a lovely picnic at the Petrified Springs. This year we enjoyed the rights given to the Seniors only. The football boys chose Dolores Miller as Queen of the Homecoming festivities and Adele Risch shared honors as Senior attendant to the Queen's Court. The Senior boys were even more active than before in sports: Ken Mattson was chosen as president of the Student Council. Adele Risch, Joan Conrad, Virginia Gee., Dorothy Thongoson, Presily Bratrude, Whitey Kuligowslci, Earl Brabandt, Ernie January were our re- presentatives in Student Council. Our class officers were: Presily Bratrude, president: Ernie January, vice-president: Dolores Miller, secretary: and Robert Kraft, treasurer.

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27 QV1 U Margaret Anderson--my late hours after school for typing to anyone who has the time. Pat Anderson--my secret ambition to Dolly Ries. Cliff Bartlett--my huge physique to Irving Buchta. Earl Brabandt--my job as Santa Claus to Buz Haviland. Pres B atrude--my 'way' with the uomen to George Miller. Gloria Brisson--my 'quiet ways' to Verna Kufalk. Joan Conrad--my steady beau to anyone who thinks she can get him. Joe Cosgrove--my lost teeth on the football field to anyone who can find them. Lavoid Crawford--my bashfulnese I!! to Bob Simon. Virginia Gaa--my short skirts to Ruth Czapar. Gordon Gebhardt--my milk truck driving to any underclassman. Ralph Gresene--my way of telling jokes during class to Harry Conrad. Jim Hairrell--my occasional autumn visits to the watermelon patches to Don Shank. Don Holem--my quiet ways to Rance Beedle. Ernie January--my 'golden silence' to Ronald Henrickson. Dallas Karolius--m love of school to Jean Byrd. Ed Kania--my ways of figuring 'math' in my head to anyone who has to write it down. Bob Kraft--my bumps and bruises on the basketball court to Lee Zoellner. Bob Keulman--my dirty hands from rotten tomatoes to Jim Phillips. Whitey Kuligowski--my blond hair to anyone who has enough bleach to keep it that 'Bye Donna Lasco--my song, 'The Too Fat Polka' to Florence Bolton. Logan Lundgren--my 'blazing speed' to Vic Conrad. Arlene Malm--my wonderful summer tan to Jackie Schroeder. Ken Mattson--my squeaky seat in English IV to any up-and-coming senior who can keep it in tune. Dolly Miller-my strength to Annette Garver. Bill Morris--my shyness to Lee Thulin. Marvin Muleski--my ability to study to Jack Mahoney. Alice Olsen--my crush on 'that man' to Pat Kelleher. Virginia Ostrander--my uptown excursions to Betty Erickson. Adele Risch--my petite figure to Virginia Petersen. Margaret Runysrd--my school manners to all freshmen. Clarice Schultz--my ability on history maps to Johanna Cobb. Harry Shank--my detours on sudden trips to the office to Pete Poulos. Dorothy Thompson--my height to Margaret Winfield. Bob Thompson--my skating ability to Elsie Farnsworth. Shirley Vos-,my 'clean locker' to Jane Hunter. Warren Wells--my abilities in agriculture to Jack Heick. Helen Winfield--my gentle basketball playing to Janice Runyard.

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29. rophec Have you ever been to a wrestling match? o? Well then, accompany me to one you can't afford to miss. The huge arena was packed to capacity. The clamor of the crowd was deaf- ening. I slowly stumbled down the aisle in a frantic search for my seat. My foot slipped and I found myself sprawled at the feet of a couple who seemed strangely familar. No wonder, they were Cliff Bartlett and his enchanting wife, the former Arlene Malm. Cliff helped me to my feet and explained that he and Arlene had just opened a novelty shop in Antioch. I promised I would drop in soon and then hurried on my way. As I entered the row of seats behind the radio anouncers, I heard a voice calling in the background, 'Peanutsi Popcorn! Get them while they're hot!!' I turned, seeking a glimpse of the owner of the voice and was astonished to find that it belonged to none other than Earl Brabandt. He was working here trying to strengthen his voice for his new operatic role. Finally, settled in my seat, I gazed around at the people surrounding the ring. Directly accross from me sat Pat Anderson, who had just returned from doing missionary work in China, and her very able co-worker, Marvin Muleski. Suddenly everything snapped into action. The announcer, who sat directly in front of me, announced the beginning of the main event--Bone Crusher Hairrell vs. Killer Kuligowski. I was startled when I discovered on closer inspection that the announcer was my old school mate, Ernie January. The fighters entered the ring amid the cries of the crowd. Their mana- gers were with them. Don Holem proved to be Bone Crusher's manager. The suave man-about-town, Bob Kraft, was Killer's manager. I had heard that Bob became interested in wrestling after he got bored counting his millions. His wife, Adele Risch, back in our school days, sat at the ringside nervously twisting her handkerchief. It has been rumored that Adele also has made mill- ions in the field of advertising. One of her biggest accounts is that of Ed Kania, now a famous dress designer. Ed's wife, the former Gloria Brisson, serves as his main inspiration and model. Flash bulbs made sudden blinding lights, and it was a few minutes before I could see that the pictures were being taken by Margaret Anderson, head pho- tographer on her husband's paper. Warren Wells has really made a great suc- cess of the 'Antioch Bugle.' I noticed that the fighters had also brought along their doctors. Bone Crusher's doctor was none other than Shirley Vos. Her assistant, Margaret Runyard, looked very capable in her charming white uniform. Killer's doctor proved to be Bob Thompson. His wife, the former Clarice Schultz, sat with Adele Risch at the fingside. Clarice has now become a very famous mortician. She and Bob work hand in hand. The Killer's wife sat on the other side of Clarice. I was startled to see that she was the former Alice Olsen. Alice's hairdo was really extraordinary. I was sure she must have had her hair done at Dorothy Thompson's Beauty Salon. Dorothy has been creating hair styles for the movies. By this time the fight had started. I sat on the edge of my seat and yelled with the rest of the crowd. Often the referee had to part the fighters. Were my eyes deceiving me, or was the referee Ralph Gresens? Yes, it was! Bone Crusher picked the Killer up and swung him madly above his head. He shouted, 'Here, Honeyt' and threw the Killer from the ring and into the lap of fCont'd. Page 501