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

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THE CARDINAL S E 'N' I O R S since high school days, she told us, but had never won him until leap year of 2524. So we left the charming, happy trio, to live their lives as their hearts' desire. Pushing on our way into the distant lands, I headed my carpet for New York, where the famous Amphi-Theatre was holding its annual con- vention. Presently we saw the candled lights of the Statue of Liberty float into view and soon we were pushing our way into the theatre. The full note of a soprano voice reached our ears, and there before a stunned and awed assembly, Eileen Behrens was singing. She had won the County, State, National, and International contests all in the course of a year. Eileen had always been a wonderful singer, and was now climaxing her career in New York. She had her start in radio with station WDAN. Fluttering out from behind the clouds of billowy curtains, a dancer of supreme grace came out upon the stage of the mammoth auditorium. Scrutinizing more closely I recognized her as Florence Fields. Florence had always been a good dancer, and really climbed the ladder to fame when she turned professional. We soon stepped on our carpet and headed for the continent of South America, the last lap of our journey. When the Amazon valley lay below us, we headed for the Andes Mountains, where a great project was in progress to level these mountains to the ground for agricultural purposes. After making a three point landing near a group of ofncers, we moved toward them. Asking them for the man in charge of the project he soon strode forward and suddenly I gazed upon the countenance of my old pal, Ken- neth Baier. He had learned the engineer's profession by putting up silos, and had advanced to become the nation's most prominent engineer. After leaving Kenneth, we turned toward the U. S. A.-Miami Beach, our im- mediate destination. This was the day for the bestowing of the title of Miss America upon some beauty, and we decided to watch the pro- cedure. Setting our controls for the journey, Old Rip and I slept on our carpet and soon we were on the beach at Miami. As we touched the sands, we awoke, just as the girls were starting to walk past the judges' stand. When they had all paraded past, Miss America was chosen. Since I had always been interested in beauties, I walked toward the winner and asked for her autograph. Looking at the writing, I saw the name, Ruth Ellen Carlon. She had been a model ever since her days in high school, she told, us, and had won several beauty prizes. Rejoicing that an old chum of mine had won that coveted title, I headed once more for dear old Cissna Park. How the town had changed! One large store in the center of the village took our attention, because it was the only store there. That store, we learned, had run the other competitors out of business. As we entered, who should approach us, but Wayne Newlin. He had always wanted a store of his own and now he had attained his heart's desire, Just then the door opened and a medium-sized man stepped into the room. He turned to us and there stood Loren Hamrick. It seemed that

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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

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ADMINI'S'TRATIO+N THE CARDINAL Loren had a 25,000 acre farm and was living on his estate. Buck des- cribed to us that he was raising kangaroos and eagles on his farm. Suddenly, I felt a little tap on my shoulder, and then it concencen- trated on my head. It began to hurt. Then I came to and there was Mr. Trask, our history teacher, hitting me over the head with a table leg, and speaking something about the Civil War at the same time. So our pleasant dream came to an end, and as I sat squirming in my seat, I can still plainly see old Rip as he mockingly chuckled at my predicament, and faintly rustled his way once more to his own land of the far beyond. -Ben Feller CLASS WILL We, the class of 1940 of the Cissna Park Community High School of better learning and higher intelligence, having been accredited as sound in structure and sane in the engineer's booth, finding ourselves overbur- dened with especial endowments and stuff, do hereby devise, make, be- queath, declare and publish this our last Will and Testament, that is to say: First, to the Board of Education we express our deepest gratitude for giving us the opportunity to gain an education. Second, to the Board of Education, to the Faculty, and to every in- dividual of our community, we give our sincere appreciation for making possible a new school building for this community. We leave, knowing that our classmates, and quite possibly, our children, shall receive many im- proved educational facilities that go to make up a better educated person. To Mr. Anderson, we give our thanks for his excellent supervision over us during our high school career. To Mr. Trask, we express our thanks for the help he has given us in putting out our annual. To Miss Mosiman, we leave-well, we just leave Bookkeeping classu That should ease her mind greatly.- To Miss Weilmuenster, we leave our Senior play books and our punctuality to play practice. Ruth Carlon wills her super-colossal typing ability to any person with ten good digits and a yearning for the mastery of the art of typing. Loren Hamrick transmits his ability to squeeze through small places to anyone who has trouble in doing so. To Mr. Doenier, we express our hopes for many more successful basketball seasons. Eileen Behrens leaves her cuteness to any Freshman who in the next three years, can use it to the same advantage that she has.