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

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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

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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 PROPHECY In the early summer of l958, we, Donna Shaw and Patsy Volger. decided to accept an invitation to visit a former classmate, Wanda Stevens, who is now married to James Dunn. a rancher, near Skidmore, Texas. We boarded the train in Rantoul, and had no sooner seated ourselves comfortably when we heard a familiar voice say, Tickets, please. Yes, the porter was Charles John- son, Soon after that we heard someone shout- ing, Sandwiches, ice cream, cokes, and candy! In the same breath, the voice said. Imagine that, my old friends. Donna and Pat. This was none other than Margaret Turrell. Then we decided to spend part of our time in the observation car. and on our way to it we walked through the diner, where someone said, Hi, ya, girls! We turned our heads just in time to see Albert Grimsey as a waiter disappear into the kitchen. Who do you think we saw seated there with his head buried in a comic book and smoking a cigar? None other than Roger Hulett. In the course of our conversation we learned that he was on his way to visit his bachelor friend, Reeves Adamson, who was now a wealthy oil man in Texas and living not far from the Dunns. When our train finally chugged into Skid- more, we girls were cordially greeted by the Dunns. Just as we climbed into their new Plymouth, an auto horn blared furiously. The 1948 Mirror Looking, we couldn't help but see Reeves all dressed up in his ten gallon hat driving that long-dreamed-about limousine. At the same time we also noticed that the engineer was waving frantically, and on closer ob- servation we realized that it was Ralph Da- vis. Driving away, we saw a group of rail- road workers: among them was Raymond Protzman displaying his Charles Atlas phy- sique by lifting rails into place. At last we arrived at the Dunns' Horny Toad Ranch. Just as we turned into the driveway, up galloped Leonard Trump and his wife, the former Alberta Mills, astride a pair of pinto ponies. They were also visitors. We then dismounted: one of the cowhands, James Smith, lumbered up and took the horses to the stables. That evening James and Wanda decided to take their guests into town to one of their favorite night spots, the Diamond Horseshoe, owned by the Honorable Chuck Leonard. When we entered the place we checked our coats with a frivolous little hat check girl, Sylvia Westenhaver, who was flirting with all the men present. We were just in time for the floor show presented by Eldon Versteeg and his Mud Creek Specialists. The introduc- tory number was Deep in the Heart of Texas sung by Betty Gilbert with her own guitar accompaniment. This was followed by 15