Cissna High School - Review Yearbook (Cissna Park, IL)

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THE CARDINAL S E -N I O R S SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY And as he drank the potion, his senses numbed and the tenpins floated off into the thin atmosphere, is a story written of good old Rip Van Winkle. And so he sailed off into the lands of make-believe, where in a short while, we too shall join old Rip, in a glance at a supernatural world, a haven of wonders, and a land of perpetual sunshine. As Rip and I floated leisurely over Pike's Peak on our magic carpet, a faint sputtering sound came to our ears. As it grew louder, we saw a giant silver rocket ship plumetting toward us, headed for the moon. As it passed, a door opened, and to our amazement, Dale Yergler stepped onto our carpet. After shaking hands with us, he told us of his experiences in working out a secret formula that the world of Buck Rogers had left behind. He had constructed this rocket ship, Dale added, from his own creations. Dale told us that if it hadn't been for the Physics classes he attended so regularly in high school, he would not be venturing out into space in his contrivance. Then with a sweeping wave of his hand, his rock- et ship zoomed into view and as it thundered past, the doors opened again and Dale disappeared, never to return. As I turned north, I soon saw Alaska slowly edge up on the distant horizon and breezily float into view. I recognized Nome directly beneath us, so I headed for the public square. Who should come stalking down the street, dressed in fur cap, mittens, leggings, and pulling a sled? None other than Ray Steiner! He was trapping for animals, and had fulfilled his threat to go to Alaska to capture a few of the prized furs that the frozen North invests in the denizens that roam its wilds. Then once more boarding our magic carpet, we nonchalantly watched the snow-covered landscape of Alaska fade on the horizon, and brushed past the Bering Strait, into Japan, where we heard of a great silk factory owned by an American. As we floated along, we saw a factory, on the roof of which the following sign blazed forth: UHARRIET WALDER'S PURE SILK ASSOCIATION. She had her start at home where she could easily have outspun any girl. Leisurely watching the Hymalaya Mountains slowly creep up on the southwestern horizon, we spotted a group of mountain climbers. Greatly reducing our speed we landed just a few feet from themu As the hilarious party swung into view, my breath hissed from between my lips, as I re- cognized Lois Leverenz. She had always wanted to climb the highest moun- tain on earth. Typical of Lois, always wanting to do the biggest things. As she talked, we found out that she was unable to find her way down the mountain, so Rip and I put Lois and her friends on the carpet and soon had them in the heart of the city of Bombay. Leaving Lois to her tasks, I entered the office of Ghandi, the twenty-fifth ruler of India--India hav- ing received its independence from England late in the 20th century. As I entered the office, whom should I find, but Gilbert Brenner, in business suit, top hat, gloves, cane and cigar. Gilbert had made a successful attempt at the Presidency, and was on a mission of peace to the Republic of India.

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SENIORS f THE CARDINAL Imogene Hickman She helps makes the kind of friendship that sticks Uotether. Gypsy Troubadour 2 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Drama-tic Editor-Cardinal Solo Contest 3 Minstrel Show 3, 4 Declamation Contest 12' O King Eternal 3 Chocolate Cream Wedding 4 Harold King He knows not dlseoursgement, Or loss of interest in his work All he needs remember is that Light lies beyond the dark. Stage Manager 3 Student Council 4 Cardinal Stan Loren Hamrick Size lsn't always the deciding factor. Cheer Leader 1 Secretary of Class 1 Treasurer of Class 2 Aunt Tillie Goes To 'Down 3 Pro.fessor How Could You 4 Cardinal Staff Lois Leverenz She has personality Spiced with a little temper. G. A. A. 1, 2, 3, 4-President Aunt Tillie Goes To Town 8 Professor Hou Could You 4 Gypsy Troubadour 2 Cardin-al Staff Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Ruth Ellen Carlon A quiet and stndious zirl. ' who'll I0 far in life. G. A. A. 1, 2, 4 Dramatic Clufb 1, 2, 2, 4 Aunt Tillie Goes to Town 3 Ray Steiner Aviation is his zresiest sim He'll sos! to the helghth of fame. Baseball 1, 2, 8, 4 ' Professor How Could You 4 Barbara Verkler Small and sweet, Kind and true: She's s friend Thst'll sts! W YU!- Glee Club 1, 2, 8, 4 G. A. A. 1, 2, 3, 4 Gypsy Trodbadour 2 Aunt Ttllle Goes To Town 3 Secretary and Treasurer 4 Class Editor--Cardinal Staff Student Council 4 0 King Eternal 8 G. A. A. Secretary 2 Wayne Newlin Curly black hair and a personality-quite s may. Basketibal-l 1, 2, 3, 4 Tennis 1, 2, 3, 4 Dramatic Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Aunt Tillie Goes To Town 3 Professor How Could You 4 Cardinal Staff Band 1, 2, 3, 4 Glee Club 1, 2, 3, 4 Gy1psy Trouibadour, 2 Minstrel Show 3, 4 Solo Contest 4 Student Council 4 Sports Reporter 1 Harriet Walder A friend that remains s friend in time or trouble or dist:-sss. G. A. A. 1, 2 Cardinalitalf . -- Carl Hueldinfi How Gould You 4 Stal! 4

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S E N I O R S THE CARJDINAL Gilbert told us that he had won every vote in America but oneg and that was his vote for his opponent. Always like Gilbert, however, constantly striving for the higher elements of life. So adjusting our safety belts, we once more started off into the air currents, this time our destination being the Paris fashion show. Slipping into the auditorium, we slouched into the vacant front seats and watched the show. My heart leaped and skipped a few beats, and after swallow- ing a few times to get it back into its normal position, I knew I wasn't seeing things, for I recognized Barbara Verkler and Edith- Hann. Edith was the conductress in charge of the show and Barbara was the lead- ing stylist. Exhibiting top styles of the decade, Barbara really impressed the audience watching her show. Right then Edith received a telegram asking her to luncheon. It was only the Prince of Wales, Edith told us, and added that he could wait 9 so Rip and I took Edith out to dinner. After our lunch was over, and our farewells had been spoken, We headed our carpet once again for distant lands, this time, Africa. As the 25th Century of Progress was in need of some very rare animals, they had hired an animal king to capture them. As only one man in America was capable of capturing these animals, we had a hope that it would be Carl Muehling for he Was the man for the job. As we floated into the land of the Pygmies, We saw a small village. Swooping down we landed on the street where we at once saw Carl. He told us that he had learned the profession of animal trainer and hunter early and had in his collection a highly-prized 200 foot rattlesnake, which he found in the ruins of the village of Clayton- ville. As we talked, a mammoth lion tore loose from its leash, and sprang directly at us! Quick as a flash, Rip and I were away on our magic carpet, just out of reach of the lion's fangs. So we bent our heads once more into the winds. Crossing the Atlan- tic, we visited the Boston Institute of Technology. A professor emerged from a secret laboratory, shouting triumphantly that he had just invented a machine that would produce perpetual motion. Upon looking closely the professor was found to be none other than Harold King. Harold told us that he had always thought he could construct a machine that could produce perpetual motion ever since his days in the dear old Cissna Park Physics laboratory. Just like Harold, always conquer- ing the impossible. Just as We were about to continue our journey, a frenzied woman rushed into the room and screamed that the servant's heart was on the floor ! l Now what did she mean? Rip and I followed the pair into an ad- joining room. There on the floor was a peculiar apparatus, with wires, elec- trodes, belts, all heaped in a pile. Much to my surprise-the servant turned out to be Imogene Hickman. Harold jerked a few wires into place, strapped the heart into position and then emitted a faint chuckle, He explained that he had also invented the mechanical heart that worked somewhat on the principle of the Iron Lung of the 20th Century. I noticed then that Harold's arms were around a lovely, blue-eyed creature. Yes, there was Lois Drilling, Harold's wife. She had loved him