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

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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

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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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THE NINETEEN THIRTY-SIX RETRO Page28 Last Will and Testament of the Class of '36 We, The Class of Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-six, of The Champaign Junior High School, being of a sound mind and disposing memory, do make and declare this to be our last will and testament, for the purpose of disposing of all our chattles, opportunities, and advantages, and do bequeath our cares. responsibilities, and burdens unto our successors, and to that end do solemnly give, devise, and bequeath the same as follows, to-wit: ARTICLE I Item I-We leave to the faculty the most sincere wish that the next ninth grade class will be as much a comfort as we have been. Item II-Our knowledge of Algebra, we leave to the eighth graders. It is too deep for us, and therefore we do bequeath a whole book of unsolved quadratic equations, formulas, algebraic fractions, etc. Item III-To Mr. Thomasson we do bequeath the memory of the presence of some of us gracing his office after school hours. Item IV-To our class sponsors-Miss Vose, Miss Carder, and Mr. Baker-we do be- queath the memory of our Retro pictures and also some headache pills for the after effects. ARTICLE II Item I-We, Laurine Babb and Bob Carson, do bequeath our hours of detention to Irene Southwood and Virginia Wendt. Item II-We, Toots and i'Honey Morfey, do bequeath our experience with the four- lettered word beginning with l - - - to Barbara Holmes and Bob De Long. Item III-We, Jeannette Andrews and Bob Chase, do bequeath our dreams of future happi- ness together to Dorothy Murphy and Arthur Skelton. Item IV-We, Julia Anne Zombro and Joan Werstler, do bequeath our seats before the mirror to Kathryn Williams and Mary Helen Marquardt. Item V-We, Pauline Sizer and Anna Snow, do bequeath our modest voices and beautiful manners to Grace Piersol and Carolene Hodges. Item VI-We, Thomas Wise and Johnnie Ambrose, do bequeath some of our nerve and courage to Johnnie Shaffer and Addison McLintock. Item VII-We, Jacqueline Tarpenning and Florence Zibel, do bequeath our dark hair and black eyes to Irma Shepherd and Carmon Hubbard. Item VIII-We, Bob Wagner and Frank Leonard, do bequeath a portion of our Senior dig- nity to Jack Gibson and Morris I-Iecker. Item IX-We, Elaine Smith and Leroy Smalley. do bequeath our midnight hours to Jean McGuire and Eugene Drollinger. Item X-We, Bob Wagner and Melrose McCormick, do bequeath our life sentence in school to Jane Dodds and Edward Roderick. Might as well get good lockers, you two. ARTICLE III Item I-I, John Hayes, do bequeath my ability to say the wrong things in the wrong place at the wrong time, to James Curzon. Item II-I, Wilma McNabb, do bequeath my love and ability to follow out the subject of antiques to Helen McQuade. Item III-I, Virginia Hawkins. do bequeath my number eights to anyone who can wear them without having them fall off. Item IV-I, Earl Nelson, do bequeath nfteen tardy slips, well used by me, to Francis Law- head. Item V--I, Harold Sprinkle, do bequeath my wink to Kenney Porter. May he make good use of it.. Item VI-I, Mary E. Ciiertz, do bequeath my nickname to whomsoever will bear the tor- tures of it for a whole year. Item VII-I. Betty Ann Somers, do bequeath my passion for Greek drama to Lois Peach. Item VIII-I, Alton Howard. do bequeath my shyness and blushes to Klank Kisner. Item IX-I, Charles McDaniel, do bequeath my woe's me to Dwyer Murphy.