East Leyden High School - Eagle Yearbook (Franklin Park, IL)

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CLASS HISTORY AND WILL (Written in the form of u one-net piny) By (iale Spalding “fin- rain nr rose an nlie wanted the ancient ytnrien of her race.”-Ch. XXXJX, Ivanhoe. iCurtain discloses old mnn in bathrobe and Classes, roe |ini UK in a great Morris ebair. He appears piitc fatigued and annoyed. It is a living room scape and at the rear a maid is moving busily about. The old man has a label of (Mass of lil.MO pinned on his chest.) Maid (turning to old man): Mr. Class, J'm afraid you need a change of climate. You’re not looking very well. Class: Thank you, Miss, but I’m quite all right- Co on with your labors. i Bell rings off side and maid goes to door, letting in a mnn dressed in sombre clothes and bearing a small black bag. Crosses to C.) Class (without stirring): Who is it? Maid: It’s Dr. Time, sir. Doctor: Hello, Class. How are you, old boy. I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop in to see you. Everything going all right? Class: Glad to see you’re here, Doc. I'm not feeling very well so you can examine me. (Doctor opens bag, uses stethoscope and feels pulse.) Doctor: You've been working too hard, Class. You won't last long at that rate. What have you been doing? Class: Do you want to know everything from the time I started work? Doctor: Yes, I must know everything or I can't diagnose your case. (Draws up chair). Proceed. Class (sighs and settles himself in hjs chair while maid arranges pillows and leaves room); Well, as you know, I’m made up of many different parts, or sections, and when I engineer anything I use every one of these parts. When I first entered business I was made up of fifty-two divisions. Doctor: Fifty-two, eh? Class: Yes, I undertook many projects with these divisions but I had to have a little training to start, so I employed a corps of instructors. Only five of these remain—Miss Thomas, Miss Brown, Miss Miller, Mr. Deal and Mr. Baker. Perhaps you know them? Doctor: Yes, I do. But go on. Class: Well, anyway, I started work in some old portable buildings—nothing like the wonderful structure I now use! (sadly) I’ll have to leave it, soon, though, because my four year lease runs out tomorrow. Doctor (looks at watch): I have an appointment soon. If you will hurry .... Class (annoyed): Well, things went so well the first half year that I moved into a beautiful new building and celebrated by giving a party with the sophomores in the new gymnasium. Come to think of it, 1 didn’t do so much that year I Doctor(drylv): No? But you took a vacation, didn’t you? Class: Yes. but it was only three months. I lost a lot of rarts, though. When I went back to work there were only thirty-six of me. I had one addition, howover, in the form of Jimmy Kyriazopulos. (Doctor nods, waits). Class: Next year I didn't do much either, outside of a great deal of studying. I sponsored a picnic in the forest preserve for my hard-working divisions. (Doctor nods again): Good idea! Makes them work harder. Class (chuckling agreeably): Yes, Oh, yes. They enjoyed it. Of course, I did a few minor things like giving assembly programs, but on the whole I devoted my time to study. (Clears throat.) (Resuming) In my third year I came back with onlv twenty-eight of my parts, but I was at the peak of mv strength and glorv. I had three additions—Jean Craig. Florence Rod-rek and Sherrill Allen. Then I gave the play Peg O’ My Heart , sponsored the Junior-Senior Prom, and gave a big Christmas party for the whole company, I was very tired after that year. I welcomed my vacation. Doctor: I don’t doubt it. But there was fun with the work, wasp’t there? Class: Oh, yes, I should say so. Well, I came back with twenty-seven parts and lost three almost immediately, though I gained one at the same time—Minnie Leavitt. My band now numbers only twenty-five and I think that's what makes me feel so weak. Doctor: I don’t think so. All your strength is centered in this twenty-five, I believe. Class: I guess you're right, at that. Well, at any rate I felt fine at the start. It’s just lately that I have had spells of nausea. This has been my biggest year. I gave another Christmas party; sponsored Clarence, the Senior play; entered a group in two music festivals; I took part in athletics and in the four-one-act plays given. I won the inter-class basketball tournament also. Then I began looking ahead to this day of days when I would receive my diploma saying that my instructors were quite satisfied with the enormous amount of work I had done. And now I feel weak and can hardly enjoy my amazing success. I guess that’s all, Dr. Time. Doctor (rises, feels old man’s pulse): My goodness, you are getting weak. You know, old man, I don’t want to scare you or anything and I don’t mean that is absolutely necessary, but I