Champaign Junior High School - Retro Yearbook (Champaign, IL)

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THE NINETEEN THIRTY-SIX RETRO Page 26 Class Prophecy Just after the close of the Trojan-Illini game at Los Angeles C in which Cecil Reynolds and Harold Kirby starredj I departed as best I could in the throng of shouting victorious Illinois people. I hailed a taxi, and as I con- fronted the driver it proved to be none other than Tom McMillin, feeling as important as ever. He deposited me on the corner of Sager and Schienost Avenue. Just then down the street limped John Hout Cwhose football days were overj, shouldering a large sign with the following words: l'Steding- Sackett Tap Danc Revue at Morrow Theatre, starring Catherine Gordon, Around the corner was the Wilhite Hotel. I was wondering if Melvin still cut up as much as he did in '36, and I wasn't long in finding out, for I heard that he made dates with every good-looking girl who came to his hotel fthe most frequent visitor being Virginia Howardj Cwoing to my room, No. 311, on the sixth floor, I bumped into Mary Jane Clifford, at once learning that she, too, had attended the game and had obtained Room 312 next to mine. COh, how I wished for some cotton to put in my ears that night.j Next day we went together down to the dining hall. A waiter appeared at our service. Even under his moustache we knew it to be Arthur Burke. During the meal we were enter- tained by the famous Hubbard-Hughes orchestra. To pass away the time we went to the Noecker Theatre, the feature attraction being Wilma McNabb and John Foote in Go Nuts Like Us Cboth well suited to the partj. Next morning, passing by a grocery store, we heard a terrific noise. Looking about we saw Jeanette Ascher Floyd, scolding her poor, defenseless, henpecked husband for letting angelic little Jeanette, aged two, deprive the fruit vender of a banana or so. While we strolled through the park, down the walk strutted handsome Jay C. Flowers, Emma Hartrick on one arm, Jean Lovellette on the other, and Marian Shoemaker, Betty Turner, Virginia Hawkins and Betty McArty trying their best to get a little closer, Ca perfect example of a ladies' man, but you know that saying, Birds of a feather flock togethernj. That night on the way to the depot we heard a familiar strain, and turning around, we saw Jack Wible, peering wistfully through the barred window of the city jail singing, Oh, If I Had the Wings of An Angel. As we were boarding the train we heard a shout. There was OH'icer Robbins of the night force chasing Jean Gilmore and Lois Hanks for throwing a brick through the window of Anna Snow's famous Art Studio. CAfterwards we found out that it nearly broke his heart to arrest them and that they were soon joining in on the chorus of Wible's tune.j Arriving in Denver the next day, we learned that we must wait forty-eight hours for the next train, so we installed ourselves in a room at an inn. That night we picked up a newspaper, the Denverlite, edited by Bob Shapland. Upon looking at the rotogravure section we saw that Darwin Fulfer had gotten a snap of Mrs. Lahey Calias Lois Petryj and her husband, boarding the S. S. Limited for Alaska. In headlines were these words: 'Greatest Opera in West, being Staged To-nite. The stars were Dominic Buttita and Marjorie Sparks. We decided to go, but. as we turned the page, our glance fell on this announce- ment: Immediately preceding the opera, will be Willard Warren in his clown act, so we decided to go to neither. fWillard has been an amateur for years, but now . . . he's still an amateur.j In the want-ads section We saw an ad, saying For advice on selecting names for everything from yearbooks to babies, consult Keith Warner and wife falias Helen Zieglerj. Another ad was The recuperation hospital for pet cats: show us your good will by sending sick cats to us.-Virginia Kane, Mary Gaddyf' The next morning we had coffee and doughnuts for breakfast. The dough- nuts Were so tough that they pulled out one of my fillings which had been put

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Page25 THE NINETEEN THIRTY-SIX RETRO Class History ln the fall of 1935, after eight years of preparation, the members of the class of '36 entered the doors of the Champaign Junior High School. Grad- ually they became accustomed to the surroundings and organized themselves under the leadership of Jay C. Flowers, President, Harold Kirby, Vice-Presi- dent: Betty Lou Brown, Secretary. The class of '36 felt very famous because they were to be the first class to be graduated from the new school. The class vowed to make for themselves a name, so they set forth to show their many traits in scholarship, leadership, and activity. As Editor-in-chief of the Retro, Mary Margaret Stevenson performed all those duties which are involved in making a publication of lasting qualities. Bob Shapland became Editor of i'The Highlights of Junior High , and a number of seniors occupied various positions on the two publication staffs. Keith Warner had the honor of naming the year book Retro in a school con- test. Highlights of Junior High was named by Margaret Booth. Some of the class entered into the various branches of athletics, while many gained membership to such organizations as the Cilee Club, Dramatic Club, Band, and Orchestra. In the Athletic department about forty-five boys won their letters for the fine work shown during the football and basketball seasons. As the days of studies, books, and lessons are passing, always in our minds will be the memory of Champaign Junior High, teachers, and school friends. We are all looking forward to the three years that we will no doubt spend in the Senior High School. To those who do not continue with their school- ing, we wish the best of luck in every thing that they undertake. We wish to take this opportunity to express our gratitude to everyone who has made our schooling possible thus far. We have thoroughly enjoyed this new building and are reluctant to leave it. CLIFFORD ELLIOTT

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P39327 THE NINETEEN THIRTY-SIX RETRO in by Dr. Larabee. Through the kitchen door we saw Helen Mills frying the doughnuts. CShe's a wonderful -cookj The coffee tasted as though it had been in the urn for a week. We later found out that on the bottom of the cups was stamped 'lRalph Eckerstrom's exclusive poettery , which explains the bad taste of the beverage. We boarded the train again about noon. We had a pleasant trip with the exception of one incident. While passing through the Rockies a plane swooped low and dropped a note. I reached out and caught it. It said, Hi, Toots! Saw you climb this choo-choo for the good old state. Flash-This is me in the airplane. I'm by myself, but Marguerite Parkhill is with me. We're elop- ing. Bob Chase. Well, we lost our appetite then. Arriving at the depot, there was the C.J.H.S. Band playing for us. I heard a discord two or three times and thought to myself, Thats Professor Tom Wiley's son, Richie. We were very glad to get back to good old Champaign and thought we would drop by some places and see our old classmates. Down in the center of town came the street car. There, donned in a conductor's uniform, was Ray Moyer stretching his neck to look through the window. In Woolworth's 5 and l0 we stopped and caught a glimpse of the manager, James Larson. The evening was hot, so we decided to go to the Urbana Swimming Pool. Just as we arrived we heard an ear-splitting scream of Helpl . A second glance proved to us that it was Shirley Applegate in dire distress. A lithe little life guard, Johnnie Ambrose, with a dubious look, flopped in to the wildly milling water around the supposedly drowning figure. We could hardly control our mirth, so we started back. A shrill scream of a siren echoed in our ears as the flashing red of a fire engine whizzed by. On the very end perilously hung Robert McNabb. The next day on our way to the dramatic school where we taught. we heard a yoo-hoo from the principal's office of Champaign Junior High School. Looking around, there was Clifford Elliott. Besides him was his secretary, Margaret Selin. , All that day as our pupils' voices droned in our ears-Htwinkle, twinkle, little star -etc., we were continually thinking how strange it seemed to have seen so many of our old classmates all over the West. Yet it was not so odd, considering the large size of our class of '36 and the modern methods of travel. UNO, project your voice and use tone color-Twin-kle, twin-kle, little star . . . the dramatic classes droned on. ff M. M. S. M. J. C. Lady of the Lake I like the Lady of the Lake, The book is really fine, I've read it once already. And I'll read it another time. I like the Lady of the Lake, It has a wonderful plot, Twas written in 1810, The author? Walter Scott. By BERNADINE REINHART