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

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Page Thirteen Class Will In the name of God Amen. We, the senior class of Leyden High School, of the city of Franklin Park, in the County of Cook and State of Illinois, considering the uncertainty of this mortal life, and being of sound minds and memories (blessed be God for the same) do make and public this, our last will and testament, in manner and in form following: That is to say— Article I To Mr. Baker we bequeath our respect and thanks tor his guidance through our years at high school, and to the faculty we extend our gratitude for their noble efforts expended to increase our knowledge. Article II To the juniors we wish to leave the privilege we never enjoyed, and the intra-mural pennant we didn't have the opportunity to win. To the sophomores we leave the low grades we didn’t want. To the freshmen we leave the lecturings we got from the teachers, and our dignified ways. Article III I, Kenneth Alpers, give and bequeath to Byron Good my everlasting courage. I, Daniel Atherton, give and bequeath to Kenneth Chrysler my happy-go-lucky spirit. I, Verna Bodesenberg, give the custody of my pleasing smile to Anna Brodkorb. I, Gertrude Broker, direct that my stenographic ability be left in the keeping of Ruth Voelkel; my journalistic ability to Blanche Mahler; and my curling irons, previously willed to me by Helen Nation and Gene Donehue, to Eunice Wickstrom. I, Jewell Bunnell, give and bequeath my studious attitude to Evelyn Draper. I, Lucille Chapp, leave my freshman boy friend, Donald Lazier, to Evelyn Fitzgerald. I, Bennett Dolan, leave my number ten and a half shoes to Bill Dolamore, my drum major baton to John Banas, and my sense of humor to Nathan Turner. I, Katherine Fox, leave my girlish blush to Vivian Jenkinr.on. I, Richard Feeney, leave my paternalistic attitude to Gilbert Ourada, and to Carl Metz my good disposition. I. Mary Fenton, give and bequeath my attempts at humor to Ruth Bade, and my promptness to Myrtle Lorentsen. I, Maxine Harriss, leave my freckles to Leone Gates, and my excessive avoirdupois to Helen Curran. I, Raymond Kohn, leave my poetic ability to Joe Camp. I, Levern Kirkpatrick, give my way with the women to Harry Retry. I, Phyllis Lescher, leave my dancing ability to Virginia Berg. I. Julia Mariani, bequeath my long black curls to lone Gates. I, Joseph Maturno, leave my blushing modest v to George Wells. I, Dorothy Jenkinson. leave mv well-thumbed historv text books to Evelyn Giertz. T, Wilbert Rath, do bequeath my spirit to win to Joseph Castle, and my mechanical ability to Ray Steingraber. I, Iioyd Reiss, leave my good looks to Roger Burrill. I, Helen Rhue, leave and bequeath to Frieda Hamann my athletic ability. I, Elizabeth Riehl, leave my memorizing ability to Mayme Ledford and my primping to Sylvia Norten. I, Josephine Riehl, leave my dramatic ability to Ruth Sieber and my staccato walk to Sophie Moeller. 1, Louise Rowe, do bequeath my reputation as the best dressed girl to Janet Grubbs. I, Ruth Schuppert, leave my hobby of collecting alumni boy friends to Gladys Levin. I, Edmund Smith, bequeath my trait of always piping up with a wise-crack at the right moment to Stanley Boyle. I, Wilbur Siebold, give my ability to fight my way out of any difficulty to Ferdinand Pizzirulli. I, Margaret Sonnenberg, leave my good record of my four years in high school to some disillusioned freshman. I, Harry Streetz, bequeath my boyishness to Arnold Brodkorb. I, Naoma Taylor, leave my likeable personality to Jean Read. I, Wayne Rodgers, leave and bequeath my standing as the most popular senior boy to Charles Herzberg. I, Benny Woitkewicz, leave my athletic prowess to Teddy Olsen and my good-natured smile to Richard Licibke. I. Esther Wolske, leave my good standing with the teachers to Muriel Taylor. I, Floramond Zolla, do hereby bequeath my Levden bov friends to Anna Brodkorb. In witness whereof, we hereunto subscribe our name, this tenth day of June, in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and thirty-one. Bennett Dolan. Witnesses: Naoma Taylor. Gertrude Broker. Wayne Rodgers. VALEDICTORY As this program comes to a close we fine it necessary to bid farewell to Leyden. To many of you this program is just a pleasant entertainment. To us it is a celebration of our accomplishments in the past four years. We are not the only ones rejoicing today. Our parents and teachers who have sacrificed and labored for our benefit feel the satisfaction that their labor has not been in vain. For their efforts we have a deep sense of gratitude and thankfulness. We are about to enter into a new field of work. Although we shall be separated, we will have one thing in common—happy memories of our high school days. When we encounter hardships in our new work, we shall overcome them as all our trials in high school halve been overcome if we uphold our motto, He Conquers Who Endures.” The four years spent here have developed our minds, bodies, and characters to make us better fitted for the game of life. We shall be well satisfied with our careers if, at the end, we can say, “Tt has been as pleasant and fruitful as our course in high school.” With heart filled with love and hope we bid farewell to Levden. Edmund Smith.

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Pape Twelve History It was in the fall of ’27 that sixty eager boys and girls entered the halls of Leyden’s new building which had been completed since the preceding February. During our first year we were green as all freshman are, and although we never admitted it, upperclassmen and seniors in particular were to us the objects of a certain amount of awe. Our counsellors were Miss Helen Brown and Mbs. Ellinwood. Our officers were: Wayne Rodgers, president; Alice Jacksland, vice-president; Josephine Riehl, secretary; and Charles La-lifer, treasurer. Everything went along in our first year quite uneventfully except for a few parties. We were entertained by the seniors at a kid party. We in turn sponsored a St. Patrick’s party in March, which was under the direction of Mrs. Ellinwood and Miss Helen Brown. Three worthy activities were organized, the band, orchestra, and bank, in which our class was well represented. September, 1928, found forty-sx of us again at Leyden with two new members, Harry Streetz and William Boldt. We weie no longer freshmen but sophomores. This year was a happy, carefree one. We lost some of our members, as well as our adviser, Miss Helen Brown. Some entered new schools, and some found work. We re-organized, and again elected Wayne Rodgers, president; Helen Rhue, vice-president; Gertrude Bioker, secretary; and Edmund Smith, treasurer. Our social activities of the year consisted of recreational hours each month. In February we entertained the student body with a Valentine party. That year was a banner year for Leyden in athletics as our team won the oasketball championship. Our class was lepresented on the team by Wayne Rodgers, Benny Woitkewicz, and Lloyd Carlson. Benny received the honor of being all conference end in football and all conference guard in basketball. Leyden gave her first music festival in which many of our members participated in both instrumental and vocal groups. The first Northwest Conference Music Festival was held at Bensenville in which many of our members took pa it. Another year and we were all anxious to get back to Leyden for our junior year. Our class had been reduced until there were oniy thirty-five left of the original sixty, but fortunately five new members joined our group: Esther Fianck, Earl Clagg, Verna Boesenberg Ruth Schuppert, and Mary Fenton. Mr. Anderson joined our faculty this same year and was appointed to co-sponsor with Mrs. Ellinwood. Our junior class officers were Dan Atherton, president; Edmund Smith, vice-president; Gertrude Broker, secietary; and Wilbur Sie-bold. treasurer. The first important event this year was the junior play, “When’s Your Birthday,” which was presented in November, under the direction of Mrs. Kirchoff, and Mrs. Ellinwood. Our class continued to be represented in the athletic and music departments. Many of our members were gypsies in our own festival and also played in the band and orchestra. We journeyed to Libertyville for the Conference Festival which had become an annual event. In the spring we gave an invitation party and closed the year with the third annual “prom.’ This took place in the gymnasium which had been transformed into an Egyptian ballroom. Last September, after three years of waiting, we were seniors at last. Now the goal was reached. The graduation day which seemed so distant in our freshman year finally arrived. Vet to most of us it seemed a surprisingly short time since we first began our high school careers. Our class officers this year weie Bennett Dolan president; Naoma Taylor, vice-president; Gertrude Broker, secretary; and Wayne Rodgers, treasurer. Oux new members this year were: Louise Rowe, Jewell Bunnell, Floramond Zolla, and Leveln Kirkpatrick. We lost Lloyd Lundberg and William Hague, but with the new members cur graduating class consisted of thirty-three. We gave a kid party for the freshmen at which kiddie car racing was enjoyed. This year Leyden gave its first operetta, “The Gypsy Rover.” It was a huge success. Members of our class took the impoitant roles. There was much excitement over commencement pictures, invitations, class colors, and class motto, to say nothing of selling tickets for our class play, “The Youngest,” directed by Miss P'etherston and Mrs. Ellinwood. One of our most enjoyable social events occurred when we were entertained by the juniors at the “prom.” Our four yea is at Leyden, we hope, had the desired effect upon our characters. On June tenth, everyone received his diploma, indicating his final achievement and each one left to go out into life better equipped to face its issues for having attended Leyden. Naoma Taylor CLASS SONG Farewell, dear Leyden High; We say adieu; Farewell to high school joys, Wo now' must part from you, you, you, you. To the Maroon and White We’ll ’ere be true, And, tho’ we’re far apart, We wish that all that’s best will come to you. Here’s a cheer, old Leyden, Everybody give three cheers for her. Never fear, old Leyden, For we’ll make you proud even though we err. We must go on our wray, We’ll have no fear, come what may. Our standards ’ere will be Loyal and true; We‘11 never change our colors As w'e meet life’s problems new, new. We’ll make old Leyden proud, Ol that w'e’re sure, Since, by our conquests made, We’ll conquer if w'e’ll only but endure. Elizabeth Riehl.

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Fuyt Fourteen Prophecy Scene:—Court room m Chicago Probate Court. Time:—June 10, 1941. Occasion:—Selection of a jurv. Characters:—Judge Siebold, Prosecuting Attorney Loyd Reiss, Council for the Defense Harry Streetz, and applicants for the jury. Judge Wilbur Siebold: We are about to select a jury for a decision, either for or against Leverne Kirkpatrick, the lady's man, on charge of assault and battery of Master English. The jury will now be chosen. Shall we proceed? Prosecuting Attorney Reiss: Dun’t e. k! Rush the “biz,” Pm stepping out with a keen jane. None other than Philomena Lescher, our social butterfly, in person. Judge Siebold: “That’s that. Kenneth Al-pers, please take the stand. Do you swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God? Kenneth Alpers: I do. Judge: Your profession is—? Kenneth: A chemist. Judge: Good, hold down a seat in the jury box. (Margaret Sonnenberg, as my secreta y, you must take notes.) Mary Fenton, take the stand, please. Do you swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God? Mary: And how! What’s on your mind, Wil? Attorney Harry Streetz: As attorney for the defense, I protest against too much familiarity. I demand her rejection. Maiy: But, your honor, I’m the press correspondent! Judge: What does that make me? You’re rejected. Raymond Kohn. Mr. Raymond Kohn to the stand. Do you swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you Gcd? Raymond: I do. Judge: What is your occupation? Raymond: Bbblblaa bbblablaa olah. Judge: What?!! Don’t talk so blamed fast! Raymond: I said, I-am-a-distinguished-poet-in-America. Judge: All right sit down next to Mr. Alpers. Next tryout for the jury, Richasxl Feeney. What are you? Richard: Irish. Judge: Not nationality! The profession, what’s the profession? Richard: Oh! I’m a gigolo in the Granada Cafe. Judge: You’ll do. Take a seat in the jury. Next. Julia Mariani. What’s your business? Julia: My business is not your business. Judge: Don’t get wise, Cleopatra. Answer. Julia: Sure thing, big boy, I'm a cabaret dancer. Judge: Okay, sit down in the box with the men—oh, don’t be oashful! Mr. Bennett Dolan to the stand. Bennett: You bet! I’m a ditch-digger for the Public Service Company. My hair’s auburn, green eyes, height 5 feet 11 inches, complexion medium, freckles obvious. Anvthing else? Judge: Aw right, Brilliant! Won’t do. You’re too smart. Wilbert Rath, next. You are—? Wilbert: An architect. I did most of the planning for the largest buildings for the World’s Fair. Judge: Be seated with the jury. Miss Jewell Bunnell to the stand. Do you swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God? Jewell: I do. Judge: Your occupation? Jewell: School teacher—English teacher in a high school. Judge: You’ll do . Dan Atherlon to the stand. What do you do to keep alive ? Dan: I am chief executive of the bachelor girls’ sewing circle. Judge: I’m sorry, but I have no iue for you. Next Benny Woitkewicz. What are you? Benny: I’m a track athlete, but I lost my speed pushng a baby buggy ten hours a day. Judge: You’ie one of the men we want. Be seated. Gertiude Broker. What do you do? Gertrude: 1 am the personal maid of the First Lady of the Land, the former Lucille Chapp, now' wife of Edmund Smith, our President. Judge: Miss Broker, take a seat with the jury. Helen Rhue to the stand. You look as if you take to wings. Helen: 1 do, I’m an aviatrix. Judge: Well, well. You’ll make a good listener. You may oe a spectator. Ruth Schuppeit: Oh, Will, when can I come to the stand, huh? Aw, lemme come now; won-cha, please, judgie? Judge: Listen, young ledy, keep cool. This is no place foi hot mamas. Don’t annoy me! Shoo! Naoma Taylor. What’s your business? Naoma: Woman politician. Want to hear the latest dope on politics? I can give you any----- Judge: Heavens, no! Sit with the juliy. Louise Rowe. Your profession? Louise: Nurse. Judge: Sorry; next, Elizabeth Riehl. You are—? Elizabeth: Saxaphonist in the “Old Maids' Band.’’ Judge: Whoops, m’dear! You may also bo a spectator. Maxine Harriss to the stand. Your occupation ? Maxine: Commercial artist. Judge: That’s interesting. Take a seat next to Miss Taylor. Veina Boesenberg. What are you? Verna: Matron of Police in the County Jail. Judge: Holy Cats! Can’t use you! Wayne Rodgeus to the stand. Your profession? Wayne: A doctor. Judge: Okay, with the jury. Floramond Zol-la. What are you? Floramond: Telephone operator. Judge: Nope. Next, Kathryn Fox to the stand. Your occupation? Kathryn: Organist in the Cologne Cathedral. Judge: Won’t do. You’re likely to have unwanted influence on the others with your beauty. Joseph Matumo. Ocupation? Joseph: 1 run an elevator in Marshall Field’s. Judge: Well, keep on running it. Dorothy Jenkinson. What do you do? Dorothy: I’m a beauty specialist. Judge: Oh, you are? When will you manicure my nails for me—or, perhaps, set my hair? (dismisses her with an impatient wave of the hand.) Josephine Riehl, take the stand. What is your profession? Josephine: An actress. I wae on the legitimate stage tw’o years, and now I am with a moving picture concern, your honor. Judge: We’re just a bit wary of actresses here, so I’m afraid we can’t use you. Esther Wolske to the stand. Do you swear to tell the (Continued on Page Fifteen)