Eater Junior High School - Mirror Yearbook (Rantoul, IL)

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CLASS HISTORY rcominuedp playground. Our term ended with a roller skating party at the local skating rink. ln the fall of '44 when we entered school as fifth graders we really felt that we were grown up. for now we were on the second floor. More subjects were added to our load, and with more homework, we felt that our teachers, Miss Wagner in the north wing, and Miss Wellpott in the south. were over-bur- dening us with work. When Christmas came, our gift exchange and our programs high- lighted the holiday season. ln the annual pageant, we dressed as farmers and farmer- ettes. That year we were kept busy conduct- ing paper drives as a wartime enterprise. To- gether with the sixth grade, we had another roller skating party. and thus we ended our fifth year with spills, bruises, and aching muscles. In our sixth year, we were taught by Miss Simpsen and Miss Skelton. Under the lat- ter's supervision, Red Cross boxes were sent overseas. Later we received thank-you letters for the gifts we had sent. When we came back from our Christmas vacation, we were greeted by a new superintendent, Mr. Eater. who had replaced Mr. Morris. We also pub- lished a class paper as an English project. When May came. we were ready for vacation. When school began in the fall of '46, sev- eral changes had taken place. All the seventh and eighth grades were now in the south wing with Miss Wellpott teaching 7-W and Miss Bohn 7-E. This was our introduction to the departmental system, too: we students passed from classroom to classroom for every subject. Our other departmental teachers were Mr. Sharpe, Mrs. Allen, Mrs. Suther- land, and Mrs. Dean. We became extremely The 1948 Mirror interested in basketball. for now we had two coaches, Mr. Sharpe for the heavyweights, and Mr. Schwetzler for the lightweights and featherweights. We also gave several assembly programs, elected class officers, and aided in publishing the school paper. Einally, we were ready for our final grades, and we were pro- moted to the eighth. Again in our final year we were all in the south wing with Mr. Sharpe and Miss Bohn as our homeroom teachers. Mrs. McEadyen. Mrs. Bingham, and Mrs, Waters were the new departmental teachers. Miss Wellpott was still our English teacher. Into this last year were crowded many activities. Early in the fall some of us participated in a minstrel given at the annual Halloween Erolic. Mrs. Mclzadyen took the class to the Chanute Eield weather school in connection with a weather unit studied in science. Several of us were talented in art. so we entered a locally sponsored art contest. Again our sports abil- ity was responsible for our winning second place in the county lightweight tournament. We participated in various assembly pro- grams, a minstrel, sports, and a class play, Our last achievement and the first of its kind in the history of our school. was the publi- cation The Mirror, our annual. It was with joy mixed with a little regret that we looked forward to commencement and our banquet. Although there were forty-five of us to begin with only ten of this number are graduating with the class of '48. They are Roger Hulett. Charles Leonard, Kathleen Sheehan, Betty Cheek, Diane James, Sylvia Westenhaver, Robert Mettauer, John Sherman, James Smith, and Russell Overholt. 13

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CLASS HISTORY In September. 1940, forty-five wee tots, the 1948 graduating class of Rantoul Elemen- tary School. commenced their education. Since we've always been known to be an indepen- dent group of children, we skipped off to school unescorted by our mothers. Why should we be afraid? For there to greet us were Mr. Condit, our principal, and our first teacher. Miss Reynolds. Besides, can you im- agine Roger, Chuck, or Johnnie being led to school by their mothers? Even the girls, al- though they were more shy, boldly enrolled with few mothers accompanying them. At that time only the north wing was in exist- ence. Naturally, Miss Reynolds taught us to read. write, cipher. and even spell a little dur- ing the year. Even though we were a mis- chievous group, Santa paid us his usual call at Christmas time. Then came Valentines Day, and we exchanged greetings. Easter, we were seen all over the school yard looking for eggs. Finally, the year ended, and most of us had satisfactorily completed our first year of school. ln the fall of 1941, our second year, we were not only greeted by a new teacher, Miss Wilsona Hutchison, but also a new principal, Mr. Lee Morris. By this time we were a little older and wiser, so our teacher took us to Chanute Eield to see the planes and many of the interesting buildings on the post. At our Christmas program, we gave the play. The Christmas Carol, in which Roger 1-lulett played the leading role, Mr. Scrooge. Later in the year in connection with a health unit, we paid a visit to the local dairy. Before the 12 year ended, war clouds were greatly affecting the enrollment of the entire school. lt had increased to such a great extent that the con- struction of a new building became necessary. Our class was divided and Miss McNeil then taught part of us in what is now 1-B. Study- ing amidst the sounds of hammers and other commotions became a task, and we were more than happy to see vacation come. By the fall of '42, our third year. the new wing was completed, and we rejoiced. Our class was again divided: the group in the south wing was taught by Miss Welles, and the group in the north wing by Miss Lawrence, who left later in the year. Mrs. Miner finished the term. Many new faces were seen in our class- rooms that year. Our lessons were more dif- ficult, but the seventh graders made our daily routine more enjoyable by inviting us to their room to see their exhibit. Before we knew it, the year was over. . For some reason. by the time we were in the fourth grade. our number had decreased in size considerably. During the year many of the old students left and also a number of new ones enrolled. That year Miss Buchter. now Mrs. Wierney, taught the class in the north wing: Miss Welles, the other group in the south wing. Eor the Hrst time we were studying geography. We loved it, for by now, we felt that we were quite grown up. ln the spring, a pageant was given by the school, and our class was quite excited when we were chosen to dance the Virginia Reel. That year we also participated in a tree-planting cere- mony at which the Mina Thompson Tree was planted on tht northwest corner of our The 1948 Mirror

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CLASS WILL We. the Eighth Grade Class of the Ran- toul Elementary School. graduating in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and forty- eight, being of sound mind and body, do hereby proclaim and publish this. our last will and testament. I, Anne Wright, will my slinky iigure to Delores Alcorn. I. Margaret Morris, will my undying love for Leonard Trump to Patsy Lathrop. I, Marion Turrell. will my long whiskers to Cyril Wainscott. I, Chuckie Leonard, will my excess baggage to Bonnie Moran. I, Rosaline Luttrell. will my make-up kit to Freda I-Ieimburger. I, Russell Overholt, will my bashfulness to Ted Reynolds. I, Diane James, will my rabbit-nosed giggle to Carol Milchman. I. Kathleen Sheehan, will my Power's Model posture to Gene King. I, Raymond Protzman, will my ability to get along with girls to Lester Kinney. I. Donna Shaw, will my singing ability to the Andrews Sisters. Larry Colaw, Roy Philipps, and Rex Parker. I, Duane McConkey, will my ability to get along with referees to Jack Philbrick. I, Ralph Davis, will my boots to Evelyn Valenti. I, Bob Molck, will five inches of my five feet nine to Doyle Beesley. I, Emerson Grider, will my baby-doll dim- ples to Bobby Loslo. I, Roger I-Iulett, will my chess game tif I ever get it backj to Mrs. Bingham. We, Betty Cheek and Barbara Passmore, will our quiet dispositions to Charles Powell and Shirley Bailey. I, Reeves Adamson. will my wits, I mean my wit, to Billy Luttrell. I, Margaret Turrell, will my courtesy to Ray- mond Luttrell. 14 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I James Smith, will the dimple in my chin to Dickie Varner. James Dunn. will my nickname, Peewee, to Lawrence Knowles. Pat Sparks. will my love for Bob Molck to Nancy Collins. Betty Gilbert, will my ability to play a guitar to Lester Kinney. Sylvia Westenhaver, will my tapping toes to Mary I-Iolzhauer. Alberta Mills, will my well-earned A's to Blanche Gonder. Eldon Versteeg. will my ability to wiggle my ears to George Stalter. Pat Lancaster, will my basketball technique to Ruth Walsh. Lois Lewis, will my timidness to Gery Maury. Wanda Stevens. will my Texas drawl to Diane Miller. Dean Partridge, will my well-groomed hair to Lowell Hill, George Carlton, will my vocabulary and knowledge of current events to Paul Carter. Dean McConkey, will my greatest diver- sion, playing hookey, to Mary Grimsey. Albert Grimsey. will my little Kay Sparks to Raymond Luttrell. Charles Johnson. will my Toni wave to Robert Junkins. John Sherman. will my attraction to the opposite sex to Bruce O'I-Iara. Bobby Mettauer. will my blue eyes to Eliz- abeth Cain. Lynne Veling, will my trim figure to Mary Holzhauer. Patsy Vogler, will my fleetness to Bobby Loslo. We, the class as a whole. will to the incoming seventh graders all the gum under our desks. P. S. Kilroy left his name on the black- board for the teachers. The 1948 Mirror