Evanston Township High School - Key Yearbook (Evanston, IL)

Text from Pages 1 - 102 of the 1930 volume:

I THE SENIOR YEARBOOK MIA 1 ' |W 1 s NINETEEN HUNDRED THIRTY DEDICATED EEADER EDUCATOR FRIEND FOREWORD C5 )uR PRIMARY PURPOSE IS TO CREATE IN THIS VOLUME A PERMANENT RECORD OE OUR CLASS. WE HAVE STRIVEN TO MAKE THIS RECORD SYMBOLIC OE THE SPIRIT AND BEAUTY OF OUR SCHOOL; IF WE HAVE CAUGHT BETWEEN THE COVERS OF OUR BOOK THE FLEETING PRESENT, WHICH IN TURN SHALL BECOME A JOYOUS MEMORY OF THE PAST, WE SHALL BE CONTENT. SENIOR YEAR BOOK STAFF Editor David Phillips Art Editor Russell Lane Business Manager Carl Davis Assistant Art Editors Elizabeth Flanders Ruth Thorn Assistant Business Managers David Danforth Douglas Grimes FACULTY ADVISERS Literary Miss Emma Reppert Miss Grace Boyd Art Miss Louise Goffe Business Mr. Layton Gouldin Page Seven SENIORS AND THE SCHOOL PUBLICATIONS The members of the Class of 1930 have had an important part this year in the development of three publications from the single publication, The Evanstonian magazine. The present seniors are responsible for The Senior Year Book, published for the first time this year in its present form. David Phillips is the editor; Carl Davis, business manager; Russell Lane, art editor; David Danforth and Douglas Grimes, assist- ant business managers; and Elizabeth Flanders and Ruth Thorn, assistant art editors. In former years the June number of the magazine and the senior year book were published under one cover. With this number, however, the senior year book becomes a commencement supplement to the newspaper instead. This decision was made by the Board of Publications, whose opinion it was that the pictorial and review features of an annual are more closely related to the news sheet than to a literary magazine. In this year ' s book the seniors have tried to give more pictures and descriptions of the School and its activities than were given in other years. The editors felt that these would be interesting to graduates in later years. To those whose drawings and articles have enriched these pages the editors wish to express their gratitude on behalf of the students and the School. The literary magazine, The Evanstonian quarterly, has a goodly representation of seniors on its staff as well as among its contributors. The editor-in-chief, Laurin Healy, the associate editor, William Mock, and the business manager, Carl Davis, are all seniors. The seniors represented on the staff are Thomas Beers, Barbara Brown, Ethel Clayton, Randell Cook, Mary Danforth, Harriet Davidson, Gertrude Dolke, Fredrica Dolke, Howard Emrich, Elizabeth Flanders, Gertrude Fox, Charles Gage, Kenneth Hecht, Jack Hubbard, Florence Jakes, Janet Kingore, James Kittleman, Philip Kober, Russell Lane, Frances Philbrick, Herbert Philbrick, Virginia Swift, Ruth Thorn, Kermit Schulz. The seniors have carried another responsibility this year of giving the body to the magazine through their contributions of longer articles such as short stories and longer narratives and essays. The excellent cooperation of the underclassmen, also, in writing and subscribing for the magazine has proved that the students appreciate such an oppor- tunity for literary and artistic expression as the magazine offers. The newspaper, which has about eighteen hundred subscribers this year, had its start last year in the High School news contributed to the Evanston News Index and The Evanston Review. Among the seniors who acted as reporters to the local papers, thus taking a first step toward a school newspaper in their junior year, were Thomas Beers, Charles Gage, Jack Hubbard, Russell Lane, Janet Kingore, and William Turner. This experiment, which was continued also for a few months this year, made possible the publishing of a school paper. The seniors who have made the staff are Thomas Beers, Thomas Christopher, Ellwood Crawford, Miriam Brandt, Russell Lane, Jean Plate, Eugene deKieffer, Virginia Mangold, Hazel Walz, Richard Speer, Virginia Mich- aud, Esther Gehr, Jack Hubbard, David Rice, Janet Kingore, Charles Gage, James Bow- man, Herbert Lundahl. These three publications, the newspaper, the literary magazine, and the senior year book, have given the seniors ample opportunity to exercise any journalistic or literary talent there is in the class. If we may judge from the interest shown in high school the Class of 1930 should be represented on the publications in the colleges which seniors will attend after their graduation. — Charles Gage. Page Eight t % •I X Bfl aim THE MAGAZINE STAFF Btfi £ Ron — James Kittleman, Barbara Brown, Russell Lane, Mary Danforth, Herbert Gardner, Elizabeth Flanders, Charles Gage Second Row — Ethel Clayton, Gertrude Dolke, Herbert Philbrick, Fredrica Dolke, Virginia Swift, Philip Kober Front Row — Florence Jakes, Janet Kingore, William Mock (Associate Editor), Carl Davis (Busi- ness Manager), Laurin Healy (Editor), Frances Philbrick, Thomas Beers, Gertrude Fox THE NEWSPAPER STAFF Back Row — Hazel Walz, Russell Lane, Virginia Mangold, James Bowman, Josephine Donica, Jack Hubbard, Miriam Brandt, Thomas Beers Front Row — Richard Speer, Esther Gehr, Eugene deKieffer, Jean Plate, David Rice, Janet Kingore, Charles Gage, Herbert Lundahl Page Nine Back Roiv — Robert Moore, Sophronia Harris, Audley Kinder, Jane Parks, Harold Goers, Mar- garet Nelson, Wendell Van Hook, Iden Hill, Charles Woodruff Front Rou— Ralph Schmidt, Walter Cook, Phyllis Braun, Joe Czerwonky, Beatrice Gratiaa, Russell Pelton, Jane Forgrave, Robert Hanawalt, William Lytton SENIORS IN THE MUSIC DEPARTMENT Ninety-two seniors, approximately one third of the class, have participated in some way in the activities of the music de- partment. The following seniors have been members of the band: Joe Czerwonky, Robert Lind- berg, William Lytton, Jane Parks, Russell Pelton, Ralph Schmidt, Raymond Smith, and Charles Woodruff. The seniors who have taken part in the orchestra are Walter Cook, Carolyn Cowper, Joe Czerwonky, Ruth Davidson, Beatrice Gratiaa, Robert Hanawalt, Robert Lindberg, William Lytton, Clara Maas, Madge McGin- nis, Gene Nastri, Jane Parks, Russell Pelton, Ralph Schmidt, Emmett Schugren, Ray- mond Smith, and Wendell Van Hook. The graduating class was well represented in The Chimes of Normandy, which was given last year. Virginia Dodge and George Ebeling took leading parts and gave very creditable performances, and others who took part were Phyllis Braun, George Davis, Howard Emrich, Marion Kirkland, and Mar- garet Nelson. The following seniors were members of the chorus: Beatrice Bachechi, Margaret Baker, Janet Beall, Inez Bouvea, Phyllis Braun, Mary Brown, Marjorie Browne, Jean- ette Crater, Mary Danforth, Harriet David- son, Helen Deibler, Evelyn Dills, Virginia Dodge, Josephine Drozdowitz, Beatrice Dul- kin, Katherine Castor, Annette Daggy, Ev- elyn Eckman, Verner Erlander, Jane For- grave, Dorothy Gesler, Adeline Halverson, Sophronia Harris, Roy Hess, Vera Howes, Marjorie Johnson, Miriam Kellenberger, Elizabeth Lanterman, Blair Latshaw, Mor- rell Liphart, Lois Lumpkin, Audrie Moore, Lois Ott, Mary Marshall, Madge McGinnis, Charis Murley, Evelyn Pardee, Karl Palm- berg, Marion Russell, Elizabeth Shell, Helen Vage Ttii Back Row — Jane RosencrAns, Elizabeth Lanterman, Mary Brown, Marian Russell, Lois Ott, Katherine Castor, Audrie Moore, Dorothy Gesler, Lois Lumpkin, Charis Murley MitlJIc Row — Jane Forgrave, Evelyn Welch, Morrell Liphart, Marjorie Brown, Helen Deibler, Sophronia Harris, Genevieve Willard, Betty Barber, Madge Cobb Front Rou — Karl Palmberg, Elizabeth Shell, Mary Marshall, Annette Dagcy, Inez Bouvea, Dor- othy Day, Phyllis Braun, Dorothy Whiton, Blair Latshaw Tisdale, Betty Waggoner, Juanita Walker, Evelyn Welch, Dorothy Whiton. There have been opportunities for ac- companying offered to seniors, and Jane Forgrave has been called upon to accom- pany in a variety of activities. The class of 1930 has followed the pre- cedent established by last year ' s class and original songs have been composed from which a song to be sung at graduation will be chosen. Phyllis Braun, Ruth Davidson, Jane For- grave, Sophronia Harris, and Russell Pelton, along with the other underclass members of the theory classes, participated in the origi- nal composition program last spring. Their contributions were compositions for piano, violin, voice, and string and flute quartet selections. Among the activities which the seniors have worked in is the Music Memory Con- test. Jane Forgrave and Russell Pelton have been members of the team which represented E. T. H. S. Students who have taken advantage of the opportunities afforded to broaden their ex- perience in the field of instrumental music- are Ruth Davidson, violin, Jane Forgrave, piano, Beatrice Gratiaa, horn. Gene Nastri, violin and piano, and Russell Pelton, flute. A considerable number of the seniors have at some time in their high-school course taken advantage of the work offered in music appreciation and theory of music. Those who have been able to take ad- vantage of the musical training afforded realize that they have received an inestimable gift through the contact with and partici- pation in music. — Russell Pelton, ' 30. Page El,- 1 en ROOM 124 A bell bongs. Three hundred and one juveniles jump as one for their own seats in the model assembly room, 124. These per- sons all have one thing in common, although no one would guess it: each has twelve or more credits won by hook or crook in three or more years and no one knows how many summers of struggle. No longer do the students chant the morning ritual of, Good morning, dear teacher, we ' re all in our places with bright shining faces, etc., but confine themselves to the weekly singing of No, John, no. In this way 124 becomes akin to one big happy family. On other mornings future orators arise to incite their fellow students to come to the Camera Club meetings or to restrain their lunch period activities to eating. More bells bong. Between periods the more socially inclined inmates of room 124 flutter unjustifiably hither and yon, while the earnest members stalk diligently to their classes automatically saying hello to all the people they don ' t know and failing to greet their acquaintances. By lunch time every one has worked him- self up into such a studious frenzy that he rushes to obtain his vitamins so that he can return to his mecca, room 124, with all possible haste. But then with a few students comes a slight let down. Indeed, they feel a great yearning for a siesta coming over them. However, by the eighth period they are beginning to be themselves again. This they demonstrate by making very peculiar noises, to which the presiding Mr. Ulrey generally gives a studied and scholarly reply. And then the day is over for the poor, abused assembly room. But not so for the athletes who must hie unto the field; not so for the one — or perhaps two — who is — or are — in the habit of studying occasionally; not so for the girls who must find an escort to Cooley ' s or Dittmer ' s; and not so for the teachers who engage themselves concocting most annoying activities for the ensuing day ' s classes. The seats and some echoes alone remain in dear old room 124 and it patiently recom- mences its nocturnal vigil until once more the eight-thirty bell calls back the gang of laborers to further test her temper and durability. — Randell Cook. Page Twelve A Scene from The Critic DRAMA Looking back on the activities of out four years in High School we seniors feel that drama has taken a great stride for- ward in its production of Sheridan ' s The Critic. Previous to this time, for lack of a stage, our productions have been limited. Although some fine work has been done in drama in former times, it was not until last year that we gave public performances in this building. We hope an interest has been aroused which will steadily increase. Some of this year ' s graduating class made their first appearance as outstanding Thes- pians in the Christmas pantomime of 1928; these were June Betsberg, William Mock, and Millicent Hamilton. The drama class last year put on two one- act plays, which were produced in room 172 to a little assemblage of people who heartily enjoyed them . June Betsberg delightfully played that fanciful role of Columbine in the Wonder Hat. June has already had rather a dramatic career, having acted in plays since she was seven years old. She in- tends to continue with drama work. None of us will ever forget her antics as the con- fidant in The Critic, shall we? Those who saw the Minuet, which was the second of the two plays, will also re- member William Mock as the jailer, even though it was a minor part. But the most outstanding of Bill ' s characters is that of Don Whiskerandos in The Critic. It was a sad moment when Don Ferolo was killed, for the audience wanted him to live on and bellow with that voice of his. Ruth Bushnell made her first appearance at High School in The Critic in that melo- dramatic role of Tilburina. Ruth put her whole soul into the difficult part, difficult because it is truly not easy for a young modern girl to act like a woman who was crazy two centuries ago. Ruth hopes to go on in dramatics at the Goodman School. Those who saw the first-night perform- ance of Sheridan ' s farce no doubt remember Mary Stults ' s interpretation of the Tilburina who loves all the different kinds of flowers (yet they were all alike) and the melodies of the different birds (yet the melodies were all the same). Mary showed full apprecia- tion of her part. Again our class produces an actress who wishes to devote her life to drama. Mary also hopes to go to the Good- man School. Some of our class both s tarted and ended their High School careers with The Critic, but they gave us a glimmer of their light even at that. How the audience did rock with mirth when William East, who con- Pagc Thirteen tinually came on the stage in the role of the stubborn Sir Walter Raleigh, mixed up his lines. Douglas Muir, a member of this year ' s drama class, held his ground beautifully as the Governor of the Fort until the confi- dant stepped on his toe. Gale Callender as the first-night confidant wound herself beau- tifully into her part as well as into that endless dress which kept her stumbling. Robert Tuscher, Louise Whipple, Herbert Gardner, Ethel Clayton, Annette Daggy, and Millicent Hamilton all contributed lib- erally and effectively to The Critic pro- duction. Mary White, who was the heavily padded Justice ' s Lady, did not only fine work in that role, but also as Dianthy Abl e in the play of last year ' s class, Neighbors. Besides those already mentioned two more of our classmates are to be highly commended for their work. Virginia Michaud not only acted in the drama classes ' productions, but she also wrote two short scenes which were put on in the class. Blanche Forth showed her ability in pantomime and interpreting scenes, otherwise known as Comedie del Arte. We seem to have had a talented class •not only in athletics, journalism, scholastics, but also in drama. We who were in the drama line unanimously agree that we owe more than we can say for the training we have received from the school and from Miss Waumbaugh, who with foresight and understanding led us as we tried to develop those abilities which lay within us. —George Ebeling, ' 30. Last but far from least is George Ebeling. His interest in acting goes back to the age of nine, when a closet full of old-fashioned clothes called forth his love of acting. George was unforgettable in his part of Mr. Puff in The Critic. He lived the part as truly as though he were indeed the author of The Spanish Armada. Such acting as that which George Ebeling has done among his schoolmates gives them not only pleasure and inspiration while they work with him and watch him, but a hope that here may be the beginning of a true actor ' s career. — June Betsberg, ' 30. ' LAB ' TFpvERY Monday and Wednesday a class - - ' gathers in Room 135. For most stu- dents this is a time for studying physics; however, there are a few who now and then, taking advantage of the air of infor- mality that pervades a laboratory, like to play. From the time class starts until the four- minute bell there is unusual noise and laugh- t er, which is to be expected in a classroom full of students. Mr. Hostetler waits for the commotion to end and then asks us why we can ' t conduct ourselves with a little less noise. After he has explained the main points of the experiment, we take our places in the back of the room. Cecile Stern and Virginia Swift occupy the first desk. They are hard workers and do their experiment conscientiously. Next come Jim Bowman and Joe Czerwonky who in this class meet their difficulties. Some- times Joe finds the means for solving their problem; other times Jim, after thinking deeply, reveals the theory to Joe. Behind them are Dick Speer and Ed Meese. With Dick ' s knowledge of the subject and Ed ' s persistence they always manage to do their lesson in fine shape. Howie Kroehl and Phil Kober work together. These two form a good combination and seem to be two of Page Fourteen the honor students. Next come Herb Phil- brick and Carl Davis. These fellows almost always have something wrong; either they happen to get a poor instrument or Herb is arguing or yelling at Carl for something. Then Mr. Hostetler intervenes and asks Herb to lower his voice. Behind them are Ruth Lawyer and Elizabeth Flanders. If they finish the experiment before the period ends, they play in a pan of mercury with pennies or nickels. Bill Gilmore and George Heldak never say much, for they are busy most of the time. In the third row are Mary White and Louise Whipple, who are two of the brightest girls in the class. Sometimes they wander about getting instruments or equip- ment of some kind from another group, but this is nothing against them. Henrietta Henoch and Louise Heidemann pair up well, but often Henrietta is distracted from her work when some friend appears in the door- way. Jim Ball and Swede Lindstrom are fine physicists, as their last report card showed. Last but not least is Karl Palm- berg, the speaker for the class. Physics is his best subject. Fortunate, indeed, are the students who spend the last hour of the school day in the free atmosphere of the physics laboratory. — Carl Davis, ' 30. Top Roiv — Mr. Vance (Head Coach), Douglas Grimes, Stewart Thomson (Managers), Mr. Lampe (Coach), Robert Lindstrom (Manager), Mr. Maurice L. Hampton (Athletic Director) Second Row — Russell Lane, Stuart Merrell, Leo Van Ellin, John Meldrum, Joe Czerwonky, Stephen Gardner, Bingham Stewart, Bob Hicks, Horace Levi is. William Youngclaus, Clarence Broad, George Ebeling, Lennart Engstrom Third Ron — Carl Branstrom, Gordon Badenoch, James Snow, Elmer Jones, Robert Hoel, Dwight Foster, Robert Schnur, Howard Allen, Willi am Fogarty, Donald Heap, James Bow- man, Paul Harris, Jack Fogarty, Breadon Kellogg Front Row — Howard Kroehl, Merrill McNamee, Jack Sullivan, Harold Davidson, Harvey Hanson, Kurt Miericke, Roy Hess, David Johnson, Lester Wood, Charles Haug, Vincent Thoma, William Levis, Arthur Nyquist, Ral Murdoch, William McGrath FOOTBALL 1929 S the final whistle blew at Dyche Sta- dium on that cold, memorable Thanks- giving Day last fall, twenty-four members of the Orange and Blue gridiron machine ended their last game for Evanston. The squad, although for the most part seniors, was a green one, and faired rather badly during the season, but all of the players always showed the fighting Wildkit spirit. Captain Dave Johnson proved himself to be a capable leader as well as a plunging fullback. Jim Bowman, who was probably the most experienced player on the squad, was out most of the season with an injured back, while Don Heap, Lennart Engstrom and Carl Davis were also on the hospital list part of the time. In the line Evanston was fortunate in having George Ebeling, and Bob Hoel, both of whom were named on the coach ' s All-Suburban League eleven. Harold Davidson, of the backfield, also de- serves special recognition for the wonderful game he played against New Trier. Time after time Davy would slide off tackle for a big gain, and then on the next play would hurl a long pass to one of his sprinting ends. Next year ' s eleven will probably be built around Stewy Merrell and Jack Sullivan, who proved to be valuable offensive players during this year ' s campaign. The other members of the class of ' 30 who were on the squad are Howard Allen, Kurt Miericke, Joe Czerwonky, Bud Mc- Namee, Les Wood, Bill Levis, Jack Fogarty, Dwight Foster, Hess, Vickerman, Russell Lane, Vincent Thoma, Rae Murdock, Curtis Simmons, Howard Kroehl, Harry Eisner, and Gerard Fogarty. Evanston 13 Evanston 9 Evanston 6 Evanston 7 Evanston 12 Evanston o Evanston 12 Senn 6 Proviso o Morton 6 Oak Park 14 Deerfield 33 LaGrange 6 New Trier . . . . o Page Fifteen Back Ron — Mr. Roscoe Hampton (Coach), Gordon Carpenter, Roland Sievers, James Lawrence, Paul Miller, Francis Kennedy Second Row — Arthur Taylor, Donald Heap, Francis McGowan, Tiviy Goacher, Robert Leaf, Charles Munson, Hilding Walgren Front Row — Stuart Merrell, Edwin Meese, Richard Radu BASKETBALL 1929 30 The members of the Senior class who were on the basketball squad this year, were undoubtedly the main cogs in the Orange and Blue machine which carried the heavyweight quintet to second place in the Suburban League for the second successive year. Donald Heap and Bob Leaf have been running mates at the forward positions throughout their High School careers. Both of the boys played for two years together on the Lightweight five and this year gradu- ated to the Heavyweight ranks, where they were well up in the scoring columns. Babe McGowan, also, has seen two years of Light- weight service and one year Heavyweight. Evanston 24 Evanston 19 Evanston 20 Evanston 28 Evanston 23 Evanston 28 Senn iS Lake View .... 17 Morton 2 j New Trier .... 23 Oak Park 22 Proviso 13 Although a little handicapped in height for the guard position, he played an excellent game. Art Taylor, Hilde Walgren, and Bill Levis have all done good work for Evan- ston, but the nine semester rule ended their playing at the end of the first semester. The prospects for a good team next sea- son are very bright, for Captain Tiviy Goa- cher and Chuck Munson of this year ' s varsity will be back, while several capable players will come up from the Lightweight ranks. On the Lightweight squad Herb Lundahl, Art Laage, Norm Freeman, Jimmy Kittle- man, and Dick Brown of the class of ' 30 played a good game all season. Evanston 22 Deerfield 29 Evanston 25 Evanston 18 Evanston 17 Evanston 32 Evanston 24 Morton 24 New Trier . ... 15 Oak Park 15 Proviso 12 Deerfield 21 Page Sixteen Back Row — George Fugitt, Jack Banks, Arthur Frank, James Bowman, Warren Fisher, Robert France, Kenneth Mertz Front Row — William McCurdy, Chester Taylor, William Fee, Monroe Van Gunten, William Schilling, Bruce Dona ldson, Edward Holtz, Arnold Fogarty SWIMMING 1930 With this year ' s senior class Evanston is losing several of the greatest swim- mers of whom it has ever been her good luck to boast. During his four years at High School it has always been Chip Tay- lor ' s ambition to trim Lennox of Oak Park. He did it this year in swimming the ioo- yard breast stroke in his fastest time, 1:15.2. George Fugitt has been Taylor ' s swimming mate throughout the four years. In the back-stroke Evanston has a record- breaker. James Bowman is now swimming for the Chicago Athletic Association and is taking his races regularly. He holds the Suburban and Cook County record. Jack Banks is Bowman ' s swimming mate and has turned in a creditable career of High School swimming. In the free-style Bill McCurdy, a 40-yard and relay man is a very conscientious swim- mer. McCurdy is a consistent point win- ner. Kenneth Mertz is a free styler and has been one of the main stays of the relay team for four years. George Beach, who dived his first three years, swam free style this year. Carl Davis swam his first three years and then this year was injured playing foot- ball. He swims free style also and took part in the Suburban Meet. Ed Holtz, breast-stroker, has done some good work during his years at school. Dwight Foster, back-stroker, swam for three years, ending his swimming at the end of his junior year. William Eadie has also worked hard and deserves recognition. This year ' s senior team lived up to ex- pectations by taking the Suburban league Championship for the fourth successive year. Page Seventeen Back Row — Bruce Simpson (Manager), Ordway Hilton, Jack Fogarty, Robert Hoel, Carl Tiede- mann, Mr. Lampe (Coach). Second Row — John Davidson, Bingham Stewart, Joseph Schoeninger (Captain), Charles Moore, Ralph Keitel Front Row — Robert Scott, Robert Schnur, Fred Giesecke, Barker Sarkisian TRACK 1930 Of the twenty odd members of the sen- ior track team, less than half were seniors, but they carried the scoring burden during the season. Captain Joe Schoeninger, who has been running for four years, was the most con- sistent point winner for the team, during both the indoor and the outdoor seasons. Joe ran the high and low hurdles, and was Evanston ' s only point winner at the North- western University indoor meet, scoring points in both of his events. In the low hurdles Evanston also had Jack Fogarty and Bud McNamee, who ran some pretty races. In the mile run Fred Giesecke carried the Orange and Blue, and although somewhat inexperienced did some good work. Ralph Keitel, who has been one of the team ' s outstanding sprinters during his four years, gave a good account of himself, as did Carl Tiedemann, who was the outstanding Orange and Blue performer in the 440-yard run. Bill McCurdy, who has been running all four years, was in the sprints and hurdles. There are also four men in the graduat- ing class that were point winners before the nine semester rule eliminated them from further competition. Jimmy Martin was an outstanding performer in the sprints and hurdles; Joe Shapiro and Harold Goers were in the weights; and Bob Hanawalt was a consistent point winner in the mile run. Page Eighteen Back Row — Mr. Merrell (Coach), Robert Leaf, Charles Munson, Leslie Horder, Arthur Nyquist, James Lawrence, Robert Hoel, Howard Kroehl, Edwin Meese, Harold Davidson (Manager) Front Row— Aktmvv. Laage, Harry Eisner, Rae Murdoch, Tiviy GoAcher, William Schwanbeck, Donald Heap, Stuart Merrell, Jack Sullivan BASEBALL 1930 The senior class is well represented in base- ball this season, for three of the seniors are holding down regular jobs on the first team. In addition there are several members of the class who are mid-years, and, although they cannot play this year, they have starred dur- ing their eight semesters. Chief among the mid-years is Harold Dav- idson, who has had the distinction of playing on the regular team for four years. In his freshman year Davy played center field, but during the next three seasons he did slab duty successfully as first-string pitcher. Last year he was especially effective, and it was due in a large measure to his ability to turn in one- and two-hit games that the Wildkits tied for the title. Jimmy Williams, another mid- year, starred at third base last year, and held down the hot corner in fine style. Filling his place was one of Coach Merrell ' s big wor- ries at the beginning of the season. Jimmy Bowman was on the squad, and although not a regular he got a letter for his work last year. Red Schwanbeck is another senior who has played on the first team for four years. He played second base his first year, but for the last three he has been one of the mainstays of the team with his catching. Red is no mean hitter either. Donnie Heap played center field last year, but the vacancy at third forced him to change jobs, and now Don thrives on hot grounders and line drives. As a sideline, he pastes the apple at a rate well over .300. Leslie Horder, brother of the famous Rabbit of two years ago, takes care of right field in good shape, and nearly always comes up with a hit when it is needed to score a run or keep a rally moving. Howie Kroehl has been out for baseball for four years, and during the last two sea- sons has been on deck as utility man in case one of the regulars was injured. Although two juniors, Sullivan and Mun- son, take care of most of the pitching, Art Laage and Rae Murdoch have done good service as relief hurlers. Page Nineteen H9v -iBij %  4 T WT i £■ I JJdk£ m . V I % i « Froi; Roil ' — George Harrison (Captain), Russell Cullison (ist Lieutenant), Donald Parsons (Captain), Webster Goodhue (Major), Jack Hubbard (Major), Russell Pelton (Cap- tain), Thomas Beers (ist Lieutenant) Back Rou — Gordon Wildes (ist Lieutenant), Ernest Butow (2d Lieutenant), Richard Cragg (2d Lieutenant), Herbert Gardner (id Lieutenant), Harold Mulloy (2d Lieutenant), Ray- mond Swift (1st Lieutenant), Jack Clark (2d Lieutenant), Victor Carlson (2d Lieutenant) SENIORS IN THE CORPS When the present senior class entered High School, the only attractions that the M. T. C. could offer were twenty-four old members, a little room in the back cor- ner of the school, some service rifles, and a new commandant. Of these the last named proved to be the most important, for under Lieutenant Jones ' s leadership the Corps has grown from twenty-four to a present en- rollment of nearly one hundred fifty, and has gained a reputation as one of the best drilled units in the Chicago area. Sixty boys entered the Corps in our fresh- man year, and of that number fifteen re- main, all holding commissions of Second Lieutenant or higher. These boys are Majors Jack Hubbard and Webster Goodhue, Cap- rains Donald Parsons, George Harrison, and Russell Pelton, First Lieutenants Raymond Swift, Russell Cullison, Gordon Wildes, and Thomas Beers, and Second Lieutenants Her- bert Gardner, Jack Clark, Victor Carlson, Richard Cragg, Harold Mulloy, and Ernest Butow. Major Jack Hubbard and Lieuten- ant Victor Carlson were elected commander and second-in-command, respectively, of the Drill team which hasn ' t been defeated for three years. When the new cafeteria was erected, the Corps received a big boost with the acquisi- tion of the old building for use as an arm- ory. This gives the unit the best indoor drill hall of any nearby high school and the fine twentv-two place, double-deck rifle range which was built in the old kitchen is one of the finest anywhere. Page Tit tnty Back Row — Gordon Wildes, Russell Cullison, Webster Goodhue, Herbert Gardner, Russell Pelton, Donald Parsons Front Row — Mr. Runge (Coach), John Fugard, Joseph Shapiro, William McCurdy, Charles Woodruff SENIORS ON THE RIFLE TEAM Off and on during the past four years about fifty seniors have taken advantage of the opportunity to become good shots by trying for the Rifle Team. Both civilians and Corps members have made their bids for places. Of the ten boys who tried out in their freshman year only one, Joseph Shapiro, made the team. Three more fellows qualified in the sophomore year, so that there were four 1930 representatives on the team then: Shapiro, Baughman, Parsons, and Woodruff. In their third year almost the whole team was made up of juniors. These same fel- lows kept up their excellent record during the senior year. Through their skill in shooting and their enthusiasm for the sport the members of the Class of 1930 who have made the Rifle Team have probably made a larger con- tribution than any other one class to the enviable record of the team. At the close of this school year the Rifle Team is to be dis- continued as an independent activity of the School, and is to be absorbed by the Mili- tary Training Corps. It is with much satisfaction that the present senior members of the Rifle Team look back on their excel- lent training and their many victories in national matches for which Mr. Runge, their coach, deserves much credit along with the Rifle Team. Page Twenty-one WHAT HAPPENED Jack Hubbard TTt was raining. It was pouring. The rain - - dripped off the brim of his campaign hat as he moodily plodded through the mud and water to headquarters. His new boots were covered with mud, and his uniform was soaking wet. What was the use? Here they ' d been in this training camp for almost a week, and nothing but rain, mud, and more rain. To- night he was on guard, and was on his way now to receive the orders. More mud, more rain, then he stamped up the stairs and into the pleasant glow of the warm orderly room. The men snapped to attention, but he didn ' t notice them. He went right on to the desk of the officer of the day, and made an effort to throw off his downcast mood. He came to attention and saluted. Sir, Lieutenant Anderson Gray reporting as new commander of the guard. He received his orders, saluted and did an about face. Then with a shudder he hunched his wet slicker up higher on his shoulders, and with head down, faced the rain again. Gray looked ahead and in the distance saw the feeble glow of the guard tent, and plodded on toward it. He had nothing to look forward to but a long, dark, miserable, uneventful night on guard, with nothing more exciting than the change of shifts every two hours. Three hours later everything seemed to be running smoothly. He pushed aside the flap of the tent and entered. He pulled off his slicker, and his muddy boots were tossed into the corner. The warm blankets felt good. If he could only stay in them forever — but in several hours he ' d have to go out into the rain and darkness again. Then he faded away into the land of dreams, a soft bed, warm sheets, and a soft pillow. Suddenly the lieutenant sat up. Had he heard a shot? Yes. There were two more the danger signal! The alarm! He glanced at his watch. It was two-thirty. He had slept three hours. He could hear the sergeant turning out the other relief. He pulled on his wet boots, struggled into his slicker, and buckled on his pistol belt as he ran toward the alarm. He saw a flicker, then it grew into a flame. The arsenal was on fire! Fifty thou- sand rounds of ammunition, keg upon keg of powder, thousands of dollars ' worth of Government property. He would be held responsible. If he could only reach it in time to stamp it out before it gained head- way. He noticed that it had stopped rain- ing. No help from that source. He ran faster than he ever had before. If the flames reached the powder and ammunition, it would blow the whole camp off the earth. Hundreds of men would be killed or injured. He hurried on! He was there! He plunged through a smoke filled room into the next. There he saw the flames lick- ing their way along the floor. He stamped, beat at them! The heat was terrific. He couldn ' t stand much more. His numbed brain kept repeating, Beat them out, beat . . . them . . . out . . ., and then darkness. Lieutenant Anderson Gray awoke. Where was he? Why were his arms, head, legs, all bandaged? He looked around. The camp hospital, that ' s where he was! He began to remember — a fire, the arsenal. An orderly entered. Gray asked, What happened? Did it blow up? No, sir. When they found you, your body was smothering the last flickers of fire. You saved the camp, sir. The lieutenant glanced out of the win- dow. It was raining again, but he didn ' t mind now. It seemed that the rain was cheerful now. He had done his duty. Page Twenty-two THE GIRLS ' GYM There is no place in all the school more dear to me than the girls ' gym. I have spent the happiest times there. The friends I have made within the precincts, whom I wouldn ' t have known otherwise, are the truest and jolliest friends I have. But the gym itself: I remember the chill of it on a damp or cold day, the towels set under the holes in the leaky roof, the row on row of empty seats on the balcony star- ing endlessly at us, at our formal marching, at our dancing. The new gym is sunny and there are only two leaks in the roof, but it, too, on dark days is cold. Who would ever forget the locker room, noisy with the clang of steel doors, echoing with the shouts of happy girls, silent dur- ing the long hours when the girls have gone? Then there is the doctor ' s office with its white table and medicine cabinet, its files and desk, and its two white beds. In fall you see us, long lines of girls waiting for physical examinations; in spring there are only a few who wait, a bit frightened perhaps, to see the doctor. Mrs. Orr rules supreme in the storeroom. Here are the balls, big and little, hard and soft. Here are nets and ties, bows and ar- rows, raquets, and mats and the poor banged-up piano. What a lot of fun we had there, last year, with some one playing away and the rest of us sitting on what- ever was available, such as the desk, a crate or the piano itself. Last of all there ' s the gym office. From two tiny rooms, one the doctor ' s, which had housed the department for nearly five years, there are now two large, roomy offices, one belonging to Miss Maine and the other ruled by Miss Maxham and Miss Flader, secretary. Miss Cutler ' s domain and desk are down- stairs, in her own private gym. Such is the gym! The fields — one for hockey, one for archery, and one for soccer — are north of the gym. There are tennis courts, blistering hot in summer and just right in fall and spring. There is a baseball diamond off in one corner. Oh! it ' s the grandest place in the world — the girls ' gym! -Gertrude Fox Page Twenty-five PASSED Frances Philbrick The air within the study hall hung heavy, as though too lazy to stir. Seeping through the windows an uncomfortably warm ray pointed to scattered sheets of paper spread carelessly upon Bud Redington ' s desk. The light was reflected in sudden brilliance. A hand pushed aside one piece on which four numbers ranging from sixty-nine to eighty-five were scrawled. It grasped a neatly printed page and brought it nearer two keen eyes. A college entrance blank was before the motionless Bud. He seemed to gaze at it absently. Yet in truth each word he read comprehendingly. The stu- dent should preferably be in the upper half of his class. This sentence glared at Bud. His glance fell on the list of his grades. All low, but one! Bud scratched his head, laboriously moved his feet which stretched far out into the aisle. Accidentally he hit some one else ' s feet. Whispers were exchanged, silenced by a piercing glance from a far corner of the room. With an embarrassed grin Bud looked cautiously at his seat mate, Abbot. There was no appreciative audience in his person. Abbot, ignoring him, continued studying Latin. Bud turned away from his cold friend to look at his own desk, always a lit- ter of books and papers. Several minutes later a firm step neared Bud ' s desk. Some one brushed his arm and stopped. The assembly teacher standing be- side Bud cleared his throat. I ' m in for a lecture, thought Bud as he grabbed a book, pretending to study. Are you going to enter college next year? he questioned. Yes, sir. Your marks are almost too low. Bud stared uneasily at his desk. Unless you raise them there will be little chance. Your friend Abbott is on the high honor roll. You ought to be, for you have the ability. Let me see an improvement before you take the trial entrance examina- tion next month. The voice stopped abruptly. Bud sat up straighter and shook his head. The straggling wisps of hair falling over his high forehead were a shade lighter than the tawny mass that hung unevenly about his well-shaped head. His eyes were blue . . . or gray? Whatever they were, they gave an impression of alertness, dependability, and good judgment. A bell rang. All filed out in no order. Bud stood up, turned his head about, scan- ning the entire room. With a cool grin he greeted Abbot. Oh, oh, teased Abbot, lowering his voice on the second exclamation, Back again? Every now and then! You seem to Their voices trailed off as they became lost in the crowd of students in the corridor. They were nearing their next class when Abbot put the worn-out question to his friend, Done your Latin? I guess so. Did you think it was easy? No. I thought it was awfully simple, Abbot announced. By the way, what did you get in French? Bud hesitated before repeating in a sub- dued voice, Seventy-two. I got ninety-five. You always get good marks! These words were not said with admiration. You have to if you ' re going to college. Going next year, Bud? Sure, I am, he began boldlv, if I get in. Bud didn ' t like the subject of grades. Having a brilliant boy like Abbot as a con- stant companion did not increase his self respect. The thought of this brief discussion of grades and college remained with Bud all day. As he shut the door of the school be- hind that afternoon he was still thinking of Abbot and his ninety-five. Bud jumped into his old car and drove off. Want a lift? he called out to four boys who were walking with Abbot. Sure. Hop in. Bud turned left and headed home. The balky vehicle oozed up to the curb. With a violent snort it stopped. Darn that motor, yelled Bud. Get out all of y ' a. I gotta speak gently to it. Bud unceremoniously pushed his way out. He Page Twenty-six pulled up the hood and began to adjust a loose wire. Say, Bud, don ' t you need some help? called out one of the loafers. Abbot ' s bright and he ' d be awful glad to help. No, thanks, I ' ll be through in a minute, sarcastic. Bud worked quickly. During the past years when he had been working almost constantly on engines and often on radio, his mechanical mind had taught him to see details, to understand at first sight, organize the points, and quickly complete the neces- sary work. O. K. now, he called cheerfully. Fast work, old boy, came a remark accompanied by a sl ap on the back. Hey, Bud, how ' s your radio invention coming along? It ' s done. Let ' s see it, shouted another fellow. O. K. Come on in. He led them into a small workshop in the basement of his home. Every kind of radio equipment filled the room. An open um- brella lay in the corner. On the handle was fastened a small box. Bud picked up the common object in his hand. Here it is. Don ' t tell me you think an umbrella with a box on it is an invention, Bud, sneered Abbot. It ' s a portable radio, replied Bud. Bud explained to his surprised listeners that by turning the umbrella in the direc- tion of the desired station one could tune in with the crystal set attached to the handle. He proved the possibility. Having placed the ear phone on his head he pointed the umbrella and wiggled a tiny handle in the box. I ' ve got it, he shouted. He let each one listen to the distant sound of music. By his comments each fellow showed his amazement at the new trick and his pride in Bud. Soon he put the set aside. They talked about their radios and mo- tors, asking Bud ' s advice. With no show of conceit he helped them from his knowledge of mechanics. After the boys left Bud finished his regu- lar job of emptying the ash cans. Instead of stopping at the pantry, as usual, Bud moved on upstairs. A trail of ashes marked his path. Once in his room he threw down a dilapidated Latin book and slumped into his desk chair. His new Mechanic Maga- zine before him remained unopened. Bud sat motionless, staring at the wall. Presently he got up. It was growing dark. The great clock in the hall was chim- ing six as Bud crossed the room and stepped into the upper hall. The half-opened door leading into his father ' s den allowed a stream of light to flood the floor at Bud ' s feet. Bud entered slowly. His father looked up immediately. Hello, dad. May I come in? You certainly may. Sit down here, re- plied Dr. Redington pointing to a comforta- ble chair like his own. How was school today? Pretty fair. Have you been practising with the ten- nis team this afternoon? No, dad, I haven ' t. Ya see . . . You ought to get into athletics. Well, listen Dad, Bud said, hesitating, I want to tell you something important. What is it? his father asked. Bud adjusted himself uneasily, finally got up and stood in front of his father. With a decisive tone he announced, I am not go- ing to college! The deep eyes he was looking into gazed at him with a calm expression. This startled Bud. As he rehearsed this speech over and over again to himself, he had expected an indignant flow of words to greet his out- burst. All right, son. Let ' s have your rea- sons, a kindly voice returned. He began in a steadier voice. I don ' t want to go for lots of reasons. In the first place you have to have real high marks and they count an awful lot. All the fellows say they do. I can ' t get any higher than an eighty in anything. I simply can ' t get in. I have to take an examination in two weeks to see if I ' m good enough to be accepted for final exams. All the fellows have to take it, even Abbot. But it ' s pie for him. Now you know, Dad. I want to go to work after I get out of high school instead of going to college. Dr. Redington had listened to his son ' s reasons. He was glad to have Bud come to some decision, whatever it was. I ' m glad to hear your points. I ' d like to say a few things if you don ' t mind. Sure, go ahead, Bud replied indiffer- ently. Do you understand what your work at school is about? Are you getting each main point in each subject every day? I think so. Page Twenty-seven All right, Bud. That ' s all I want to know. Thanks for listening to me, dad, he said as he backed out of the room. By the way, son, are you going to take the exam? I won ' t pass it, but I may try. Do I have to? he asked anxiously. Oh, no, do whatever you like. You ' re a keen father, he smiled appre- ciatively. The same sun was annoying the same boy with its ever sparkling ray of light. It was the time of the preliminary examination. Bud had decided to attempt the fool thing to see if it were possible. His thoughts concerning college had been constantly changing; they wavered from one thing to another. Bud was certain that his father trusted his decisions. Wouldn ' t his father ' s pride in him increase if he didn ' t back out? He had been spending the last few after- noons studying, but he was not over con- fident. The examination will be over in five minutes. Bud breathed deeply, glanced over his paper, and stalked up to the front of the room. Once outside he let a great groan escape him. Thank goodness, that ' s over, he breathed. In response to his father ' s question Bud only said, It was awfully hard. I don ' t think I could possibly have passed it. He stared at the floor, kicking the rug with his foot. The examination papers were being passed back. Those who had taken the examina- tion were excited. Bud ' s hands shook as he took the paper that would determine his chances. On the outside was written: It is better to judge and organize material than to cram facts. Inside something dazzled him as if a sudden ray of sunlight had struck the page. Passed. Big pine, Must I, Always, sigh and sigh in the wind? No, little one, Be still — still, she sighed. He did not wish to be still, — He did not wish to sigh, — But he was mad to laugh and laugh. The wind only moaned Through the green of the branches above him. — Gertrude Fox Page Twenty •ei bt THE NOON HOUR Let ' s recall a walk about the parking grounds dur- ing a warm noon hour. As we run down the steps, the first thing to greet our eyes is a freshman trying to walk the ridge on the little white fence; it is said that a great deal may be learned by merely observing individuals. By watching this youngster, we find that he has a great deal of patience and no equilibrium. As if to help himself, he sticks out his tongue and, with great celerity, wags it from left to right, at the same time, wildly waving his arms in the air. But for all his patience he has little success, for he proves again and again to the saying that everything that goes up must come down. Could his Latin teacher see his efforts she would tell him that if he had half as much patience with his Latin . . . etc. There is always a group of horseshoe enthusiasts to be found just north of the bicycle shed, sounding like a number of village blacksmiths. Just beyond the fence, out on the track field, several athletic youths are sprinting around the cinder oval in scanty attire. But most of us are less anxious to exert our- selves, and are content merely to meander, choosing the cars we like best, and diverting ourselves in idle talk. The cinders make a pleasant sound as they are crushed under our feet. The sky is deep blue over- head. A warm, caressing wind stirs up little swirls of dust and rustles the leaves. Although the casual stroller would not suspect that our parking grounds contain anything which might be called a beauty of nature, the person who is quick to observe can find endless enjoyment in just such simple sounds and sights as these, and their memory remains after the beauty itself has passed away. — Ruth Thorn. THE KITCHEN IN THE NEW CAFETERIA While helping prepare refreshments for Senior Evening I had occasion to examine closely the kitchen of our new cafeteria. My first impression upon entering was of the exceptional order in which everything was kept. The tables were white and glistening and likewise the sinks. The floor shone, and there was no sign of any food. Upon closer inspection I discerned that the thirty gallon caldrons in which soup is prepared were empty and had been scoured so that there was nary a stain or spot of soup marring their surface. I enjoyed myself immensely by pulling a lever which automatically opened several oven doors and pulled out long trays on which bread or muffins are baked. But the ovens were bare; and so pushing back the lever, I shut the whole contraption up again. Next I tested the mammoth refrigerators; but finding them bolted with unbreakable Yale locks, I abandoned them surmising that therein resided the food. The bread-cutting apparatus was of especial interest except for the unfortunate deficit of bread. After spending a full half hour admiring the spot, I decided that unlike our kitchen at home this was a place of truly mechanical beauty but no place for a hungry boy! ! — Howard P. Emrich Page Twenty-nine TEE TIME Edward Zuver Lewis kOWN on the Florida east coast where men are old men and boys can ' t go for a week, unless they save up for a year, there were three big shots, so big that Will Rogers and I are the only writers who dare call them by their first names. It was an early spring day, and a cool breeze blew gently over the veranda of a club house on a private golf course, and these three elderly gentlemen were sitting leisurely drinking ice water and enjoying the freshness of the balmy air. They care- lessly chatted on a subject far from that of the business and productive world which they had long since left behind, for they at last were spending the vacation of life which old men seldom have the opportunity to enjoy but which these men well deserved after all they had accomplished in their early lives. They were praised the world over for their remarkable achievements in their in- dividual lines of business and science. Con- sequently the famous trio had become the best of friends in the years gone by. They often spent a few weeks together in which they were much annoyed by assiduous news- paper reporters and photographers. The rea- son why they would arrange to get together was, probably, to carry out their natural love of argument. John knew that oil made the greatest contribution to the world, — no question about that. Tom knew it was electricity, and Henry knew it was the flivver, and you can ' t disagree with any of them. I ' ll tell you, Henry, the ninety-year-old John was saying in a loud voice, with a plea- sant smile on his wrinkled face, the reason I love this game and first came to play it. Thirty years ago, he began, I was in extremely poor health. My stomach had gone back on me and my hair had all fallen out, which I was told meant that I had as many diseases as doctors to make diagnosis. What ' s more, whenever that trolley car would make the turn in front of my house I would tremble like a leaf. But still I had to go to New York every week and be helped up to the top floor of our building, where I would listen to the board meeting. As my voice wasn ' t so good as it should have been, my brother William and the others would do most of the talking. I would cover up my head with the Times and either listen to long discussions on sales resistance and innumerable other things, or doze off to sleep. Often, however, I used to wake up and be surprised to find the subject of the directors ' arguments not the critical problems of the company but their latest scores in golf. Now, as I knew that these men had the best business minds in the country, I began to believe that there must be something strangely kindred in golf and the oil industry, if they were as good as they said they were. So I purchased a bag of clubs and startled my doctors by taking up this game seriously and gaining rapidly in health. Since then I ' ve tried never to miss a day, and that is why in my ninetieth year I can play my little nine holes daily, and that, too, is why it is useless for Tom, here, not being an oil man, to hire Walter Hagen to give him enough coaching in the next three years, so he can catch up to my present game when he is ninety. Winking at Henry and sipping a little water from his glass, he leaned back in his chair with a childish twinkle in his eye, and waited a reply he knew would come from Tom, who though slightly deaf had been listening intently. That oil industry monopoly on this old- age golf game is silly, Tom spluttered. All right, suggested John, let ' s arrange a game and play it out. P W Thirty Fine, snapped the old rival. And if I lose, that half million you asked me to con- tribute to some fool charity will be in your hands the day we play. And, John added, there will be a mil- lion dollars in electrical research equipment in every boys ' technical school you sponsor if you ever beat me. At this the wide eyes of John ' s colored caddy-master opened still wider and he piped up with his low drawl, Youse all are givin ' millyuns away like nickels on dat golf game and the caddies is all kickin ' ' bout carryin ' dem old bags and chasin ' dose balls dat yo ' cain ' t see no mo ' . That ' s all right, laughed John tossing the old darkey a shiny new dime. I ' ll have a whole new outfit ready for that game. Then turning to Tom, Will a month from today be all right for you? he asked. As good as any, Tom agreed, and with- out another word he rose abruptly and left the others to talk by themselves. As soon as John and Henry had seen him disappear around the corner of the open porch, John nudged the other and motioned him closer as if some one might hear. Henry, he said in a low voice, Tom can ' t possibly beat me. Of course, Henry broke in, Why, he hasn ' t played a full nine holes in his life. You old fox. You certainly did manage to take advantage of his quick temper. They both laughed, but John waved his hand as if to dismiss the thought and again assumed his confidential air. Well, even if he were good, I still would beat him. Our oil company has discovered in Samoa some peculiar oil which, in some extraordinary way not yet understood, can reduce the fric- tion of air almost to nothing. I have some of this oil with me in Florida, and I find that by dipping my golf ball into it the ball will carry twice the usual distance. Oho, jeered Henry, so that is why you oil men are such good golf players. Well, that ' s the reason why I ' ve had such good success lately, John admitted. Lean a bit closer and I ' ll tell you some more. And thus John unfolded his whole secret to Henry. But Henry saw no reason why he should not tell Tom what he had heard. So that night he paid his friend a visit and told him the whole of John ' s secret. But after hearing the tale Tom seemed anything but discouraged, in fact, his dull spirits brightened. After muttering something about a cubic foot of battery having enough energy to drive a two-ton truck and why not a golf ball, he said, turning to John, My laboratories have handled harder prob- lems than this. It will be a game of electric energy against a queer viscosity of oil. Then, bidding his companion a cheerful good night, he retired to his bed. The next day Tom left his Florida home. No one knew where or why, but he had left, and it wasn ' t long after, that the newspaper got hold of the coming million-dollar golf game. Soon the story was known through- out the whole country, but the news espe- cially affected the people of Miami. It was the subject of everyone ' s conversation. Pic- tures and articles about the professional cel- ebrities and their stakes adorned the front pages of every newspaper. At last the day for the contest had ar- rived, and people in every state in the Union had tuned up their radios to hear it broadcast over a national net-work. All was set for the occasion, but Tom had not yet arrived from his unexpected sojourn, nor had any- one yet found out where he was. The people had become uneasy. Had Tom backed out after all? Even Henry feared that all was not as it should have been, when he awaited the rival at the first tee. But just as the appointed hour rolled around so did Tom. Mid cheers and hurrahs (and not a few sighs of relief) he made his way to the tee, not bothering to change his old Mark Twain suit. It ' s your honor, he smiled to John. Thank you, John smiled in return, and carefully teeing his ball, he prepared to take the first shot. Swinging with all the strength he could muster from his thin body, he drove the ball well over his usual mark. The onlookers were audibly surprised and they looked amazed. But soon the crowd became hushed. Tom had nonchalantly thrown his ball upon the ground and drawn an old driver from his bag. With complete lack of dexterity he took a childish swing at the ball, and though he barely tapped it, the white sphere rose high and soared farther and farther from his sight. To say that every one around him was utterly struck dumb is putting it far too mildly. No one said a word for a full min- ute. Then like a burst of thunder after the silent lightning the crowd shouted, whis- pered, laughed, applauded, and groaned all Page Thirty-one at once. And John, poor John, the smile he had been wearing for the last few weeks disappeared like Tom ' s golf ball. Crestfallen he glanced again at his old rival to be sure it wasn ' t Walter Hagen in disguise. But no. There was Tom, with a slight trace of a smile upon his pale lips, not even surprised at making a drive of two hundred and some odd yards. Motioning to his caddy, who had •not yet been able to close his gaping mouth, the old fellow began the long walk after his ball. After that Tom had a surprise for the crowd in every shot. The ball seemed to go farther each time until the people began to believe his strength was superhuman. By the time he had made his third brilliant drive, John alone had guessed the truth. The golf ball Tom was using was the cause of his surprising drives. He had beaten John at his own j ame of wiles. Electricity was victor over oil. When the men reached the fourth tee, the sky had become black with thunder clouds, and it was not long before the heavens seemed to burst open and torrents of water poured forth mingled with flashes of light- ning and the rumbling of thunder. The drenched spectators rushed headlong for the little summer house, leaving John and Tom putting on the fourth green. Henry alone remained to see Tom sink the last putt. Are you going to keep it up in this storm? he asked. Surely, replied John. It probably won ' t let up for some time and I ' m anxious to get it over with. It ' s all right with me, too, Tom added good-naturedly, and together the three set out for the fifth tee. As soon as John had taken his usual one hundred sixty yard drive, Tom for the fifth time threw his ball carelessly upon the ground, and taking a short swing, he lightly tapped it. But, lo and behold! this time even Tom himself was surprised, for the ball rolled scarcely twelve feet! Rain must affect your golf, suggested John with a slight trace of humor. Tom could say nothing. Unable to be- lieve his eyes, he approached the white sphere with a doubtful look on his face. Again he hit it, but this time with more vigor than ever before. The ball rolled twenty feet! Tom ' s face turned a ghastly purple, then a deep crimson. Stooping, he picked up the thing which had betrayed him and flung it with all his might into the near-by trees. Then he turned on his heel and marched straight for home. Well, what do you think about the game, Henry? John asked as the two sat together drinking their ice water after the contest. Doesn ' t that prove that my oil is the victor over electricity? No, I should hardly say that, Henry disagreed. Your oil didn ' t beat Tom. It was the lightning that beat Tom — and light- ning, you know, is natural electricity. Page Thirty-two ' ' he twin row of young elm trees in iront of our school forms a pleasanc vista on a bright morning. As one walks to school in the late spring, it is invigorating to glance up at the clear blue sky, take a deep breath of fresh morning air, then glance down our avenue of trees, enjoying the pure beauty of the tender green leaves. Young leaves — young trees — young people — all quite alive and fresh. Soon they will grow older, but today the vista is still young — even the long avenue under the trees with its soft green floor and the green arch above, keeping out the hot, old sun, holding in the cool, morn- ing shade and the sense of security which vistas always yield. Then behind the school there is another sort of vista — an avenue of tall, gnarled, old trees, a vista of space and distance and years of storm and sunshine that have passed. Years ago these trees were as young as our elms and they grew above on a great meadow of wild grass and flowers. Now they form a vaulted arch over our driveway, they tower over parked cars and young people, hurry- ing, scurrying, they peep through spacious windows at heads bent at study. These trees are old. They have seen a great deal of life, always changing. — Jean Plate Page Thirty-three OUR LIBRARY Edward Zuver Lewis And now you certainly must spend a few minutes in our beautiful library. We are showing off our school with not a little pride to a prominent woman who has made a wide study of high schools. We swell out our chests at the recollection of how she has shown her extreme interest in other out-of-the-ordinary sections of the school. But I must hurry, she pleads. I spent fully half an hour looking at your lunch room and economics building alone. It ' s simply wonderful, but . . . You must see the library, we persist, and, taking her by the arm, to hustle her up the stairs, we are bubbling over with enthusiasm. Great pleasure we have found taking this ap- preciative woman through our building. New interest springs up in our hearts as we notice the effect this jaunt is having upon her. It ' s a great high school, we say to ourselves, the best in the country. But wait till she sees our library! This way, we smile to her as we usher her toward the entrance. We silently open the door and step lightly into a realm of Gothic architecture and a vast expanse of books. A gasp is heard from the astounded woman as she scans the large room from top to bottom without taking a second step. It ' s really surprising for a high school, she whispers, still looking curiously about her. Many colleges lack such a library. It ' s so open, so beautiful, and, yet so chock full of books. May I look at the shelves? We assure her that she certainly may, and we walk a few steps with her to the naer-by section of reference books. Proudly we display to her the recently-purchased set of latest Encyclopedia Britanica, and other excellent books of reference. From here we pass to the shelves devoted to biography. Thence we go to those of history, science, poetry, and drama, taking from the shelves for her pleasure the most attractive volumes. At every step she whispers to us her praise and astonishment. At last we have completed our tour of the room. At her suggestion we climb the stairs to the gallery where we show her our large supply of fiction. From the bottom shelves we extract the splendidly illustrated editions of well-known authors such as Scott, Dumas, and Stevenson. I assure you, says the smiling woman, looking up from a fascinating volume of Robinson Crusoe, that this collection of books is very worthy of your school. At this point I suddenly remember the more valuable illustrated editions kept in the library office; so we descend and enter the adjoining room, where Miss Whiteman gladly shows us such treasured volumes as Howard Pyle ' s Book of Pirates, with its stir- ring pictures and Hamlin Garland ' s The Book of the American Indian adorned with the inimitable illustrations of Frederick Remington. Suddenly our guest glanced at the clock and sadly says she must leave, thanking us again and again for taking her through the building and especially for her hour ' s pleasure in the library. It ' s the heart of the school, she says as we bid her good-by. Only yesterday we were sitting rather listlessly looking about the library, but how different it seems now! By this visitor we have been inspired to a new interest in the Vagt Thirty -four library. Have we always realized what this quiet retreat from routine studying means to us? Do we regard this part of the building devoted to books of science, fiction, biography, and language as the heart of the school ? You may say yes and perhaps assume a half-interested air. In that case you most certainly haven ' t come to the library and noticed the wealth of beauty in its books, its windows, its loftiness, and, oh, yes, those chandeliers hanging majestically from its painted ceiling. On the other hand do we not all come here expecting all these and, sending fleeting glances here and there, do we not overlook its real meaning? Dr. Beardsley in making his plans for our long-looked-for high school had in mind a library which would be the pride of Evanston ' s teachers and students and perhaps a nation-wide example for high schools. Ultimately he succeeded in making it so, for it was an outstanding characteristic of his to carry out whatever he had undertaken. He regarded the library as the beauty spot of the school. It meant vastly more to him than we can realize. The architecture and the decorations were of his choice. Both are far from commonplace. The chandeliers, the railings, and the table lamps are of iron expressly wrought for our school. All these qualities make up the individuality which helps to create an atmosphere, ideal for the enjoyment of books. As soon as we cross the threshold into the library, especially in mid-period, we can feel the impetus of this atmosphere. It seems a sort of magnetism which attracts us first to the shelf to choose a book and then to a quiet seat at a table. How I long as I write even now to be there with innumerable books on all sides breathing out to me inspiration in full force. This retreat seems so isolated from the other part of the school. How much more pleasure it is to read a book of fiction or poetry in a haunt of this kind than in an assembly room in which the impelling force is that of the routine of daily study. Would we not feel a touch of sacrilege if we read Ivanhoe or Shelley ' s Ode To a Skylark in an assembly room? The library is also an excellent place to cure one who has become distracted with the regular school work. Many pupils have found it such. You no doubt have heard a pupil declare that in order to rid himself of the drudgery of the study hall he was going to the library to study his mathematics. Little does he suspect at the moment that what he will probably do will be to read a newspaper, dip into a library book, or indulge in a bit of harmless thinking and dreaming. (How fascinating!) Recently many students have found time to browse in the library during lunch period. It is remarkable how much one can accomplish in his spare moments after eat- ing. Often a student can find time in a week to finish a novel. It is an excellent habit, worthy of your consideration. Several times I have noticed a boy, hardly having swal- lowed his last mouthful, hurry to the library to consume a thrilling chapter in Black Arrow or Kidnapped. Page Thirty-jive The uses and attractions of the library are numerous. I have no sympathy with a person (if there is such a wretch) who would be brazen enough to say he could find nothing to do in a place so brimming with interesting reading. I am sure the majority of pupils are not those who come to seek references, but rather those who frequent the library to read a favorite novel, an attractive short story or poem, or, perhaps, to scan the newspapers and magazines. In connection with English work a student often becomes interested in a certain type of book and having thus tasted the sweetness of literature, his appetite increases and the reason for such a newly-sprung taste for classic novels may be in the fact that our library contains so many editions attractively illustrated and bound. Although the library is as open and free to lower classmen as it is to the juniors and seniors, they may at first regard this part of our building with timidity which diminishes the intimacy that they might find there. A girl of this graduating class once wrote that as a freshman she would ente r the library on tip-toe and stay only as long as it took to find her reference, but as a senior she went to have a good time. It took this girl, and probably many others, three years to find out that our own library is a source of true pleasure. For this reason classes for getting acquainted with the library have been formed under the supervision of Miss Whiteman for first and second year students. This plan has been very successful, and we hope that in the future all lower classmen, just as much as seniors, will find that the library is the heart of the school. SENIORS IN THE CLUBS OF THE SCHOOL ' II ' his year the seniors have taken more than - - ordinary interest in club activities, espe- cially those of the Forensic, the Camera, and the Library Clubs. In fact one half of the members of the Camera Club are in the graduating class, and it has been largely through their efforts that all the undertakings of the club have been successful. The Camera Club has pre- sented to the School several moving picture programs and in these programs they have shown local films taken in and about the school this year. They even ventured into taking natural color films and plates and succeeded very well. The officers of the Camera Club are all seniors: Kenneth Grant, president; Jonathan Williams, secretary; and Robert Moore, treasurer. The Library Club has been a source of much pleasant activity to some seniors this year. Dorothy Tucker, Betty Manley, Mar- jorie Sherwell, and Margaret Robinson have been the active student assistants in the li- brary daily. In the club there are two elec- tions each year. During the first semester Louise Whipple was president; Millicent Hamilton became president at the second election. Most of the programs have been devoted to the discussion of various books, but at times outside speakers have enter- tained the members. The Library Club has sponsored two rather successful exhibits in the library this year. Karl Palmberg, rep- resentative of the science department, con- ducted the zoology exhibit, in which many of the rare members of the animal kingdom were displayed. This exhibit was interesting to many students, especially to those taking zoology. The second, the textbook exhibit, was conducted by Millicent Hamilton. It attracted much interest, especially among the faculty members of the school. In it were displayed many rare and ancient text- books. The Forensic Club has carried out its first year ' s program almost as it had been planned at the beginning of the year. Every other meeting is an open meeting in which the club has presented debates, essays, extempo- raneous speeches and orations by members of the club. At the closed meetings, Mr. Bridge has instructed the members in the theory of public speaking. So, by having both closed and open meetings the members have been taught the correct forms of speak- ing and have had the opportunity to prac- tice also. Approximately fifty percent of the mem- bers are seniors. The senior officers are Bruce Simpson, vice president, and George Beach, secretary. At the beginning of the second semester the Salesmanship Club was organized. It promoted the ticket sales of The Critic, a play given by the school. Gerard Fogarty was elected president, Kenneth Wheeler, vice president, and Evelyn Dills, secretary-treas- urer. — Karl J. Palmberg, ' 3 Page Thirty-six THE FACULTY ADVISEES TEACHERS FRIENDS Francis Leonard Bacon Principal Walter L. Barnum Assistant Principal Clara D. Murphy Administrative Assistant Page Thirty-nine HOME ROOM DIRECTORS Layton Gouldin George A. Whipple Eunice J. Cleveland Edgar S. Leach Stacey B. Irish Charles M. MacConnell Elizabeth G. Grimsley Page Forty Mary M. Wilson Agnes P. Barr THE FACULTY Winifred J. Adkins T. Warren Andersen Neva E. Anderson Mabel L. Ansley Christine B. Babcock Flora E. Balch Rutheda H. Beardsley M. Maude Benton A. Percy Bradley John A. Brauer Grace Boyd Lawrence W. Bridge Page Forty-one Alice H. Brown H. Clark Brown Mathilde Bybuth Harold E. Chapman Minnie Clayton Page forty-tun Dorothy J. Colburn Madeline Brumbaugh Siegel A. Buckborough Wallace W. Buffmire Margaret F. Bunyan Mary G. Chawner Nellie C. Collins Jane H. Cove Mabel Dodd Anne G. Goodsell Maurice L. Hampton Irene J. Crabb Ellen F. Dwyer Martha C. Gray Roscoe C. Hampton Mary E. Cutler Louise K. Goffe Rene Guillard Vesta S. Hoover Page Forty-three Oliver C. Hostetler Clara L. Hughes Cyrus F. Jennings Paul W. Jones James D. Kir fatrick Pagt Forty-four Alice A. Johnson Florence A. Keating Clarence J. Kollman Robert E. Hughes Hiram A. Jones Grace L. King Edith M. Lackey Elmer A. Lampe Mabel M. Laughlin Elisabeth F. MacNally David T. Magill tf s ■ • % Warn i Mary Long F. Elfleda Maine Meta C. Mannhardt Bernard G. Mattson Jean Maxham Clarence D. McBride Reno E. McCauley M. Louise Meals Page Forty -five Linton Melvin Ruth L. Myers Howard H. Nuckols Elizabeth S. Page Page Fnrly-six H. Dayton M errell M. Estelle Nash Mabel Orr Joe D. Muchmore Marquis J. Newell Edwin Ott Leonard B. Parson Emery H. Petry Bernice G. Pickard Emma Rogers George W. A. Rutter Sadie M. Rafferty Frances A. Rouse Herbert L. Sauer Mary C. Slack Mary C. Soyez Emma L. Reppert Francis W. Runge John P. Shand Martha C. Sparrow Page Forty-seven I Lucia C. Spooner Cora B. Swift Acenith V. Stafford Julia E. Stevenson J. Lawrence Swihart Mary L. Taft w W M K m u. m Della F. Thompson Eugene Thrasher Jr. Lucille C. Tilbe 5} - 4k Helen L. Torner Sharon S. Ulrey Cecil F. Vance Page Vorty-cight Ralph F. Van Deventer Bertha C. Vernon Jane C. Watson Alene N. Williams M. Louise Ziller Anton F. Wier Effyan R. Wambaugh Ruth H. Wild Floyd E. Wilson S. Mildred Wright Jannette E. Lee Ethel E. Livingston Page forty-nine Elizabeth C. Whiteman Edith K. Van Eman Pjxc Fifty Nelle M. Hartsock Page Fifty-one The Class of Thirty (yUR cruise is ending soon, the harbor nears; And in the Bay of Memories our ship, The Class of Thirty, ends her maiden trip And rides at anchor after four long years; As we who manned her disembark ' mid cheers. In friendly clasp our hands together slip To bid farewell. One finds on every lip Prophetic words as each classmate appears. We lost a much-loved skipper while at sea; We found a master who has steered us straight; Our courses were through charted waters laid. May that same fortune wait us on the quay As has thus far been willed us by kind fate So that we face the future unafraid. William Mock Page Fifty-three SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS President JAMES K. BOWMAN Vice-President DOROTHY R. MARTIN Treasurer ROBERT M. LINDSTROM Secretary ETHEL INEZ BOUVEA Page Fifty-four Jean Constance Abbott Howard Scott Allen Russell Abbot Ames Everett Theodore Anderson George Huth Anderson, Jr. Helen Genevieve Anderson p £t - Milton Hadley Andrews James Stuart Anderson Alan George Arison Elsie Elizabeth Aronson Frederick William Baarsch Beatrice Genevieve Bachechi Page Fifty-five Edward Lee Badenoch Margaret Elizabeth Baker James Cooksley Ball John Adolph Banks Frances Marie Barber %-r Margaret Elizabeth Barber Marjorie Alberta Barnes George David Batterton Richard Reuel Baughman George Winchester Beach Janet Blessing Beall Thomas Moulding Beers JA o yT LSYT l Vagc fifty-six Olof Lars Bergman Jane Virginia Bergstrom Lillian Bernstein Margaret June Betsberg Robert Randall Board Anna Mae Alberteen Borre Ethel Inez Bouvea James Knickerbocker Bowman Miriam Loris Brandt Marian Dorothea Breitzmann Charles Harold Briggs, Jr. Jean Cameron Bristle A Page Fifty-seven Laura Ruth Bristle Ruth Evelyn Brock Thorwald John Broten Barbara Lewis Brown Ethel Louise Brown Mary Margaret Brown Richard Schneider Brown Marjorie Elizabeth Browne Mary Elizabeth Burke Ruth Beverly Bushnell Vx_xj3 j Ernest Edward Butow Rowena Gale Callender Page Fifty-eight Louada Alice Campbell Eleanor Beatrice Carlsen Victor John Carlson V ' ' •■ ' Kathryne Frances Castor Gertrude Louise Chamberlain Atley Peterson. Chapman Thomas Harry Christopher Jack Enoch Clark Ethel Jean Clayton Doris Wheeler Clement Lillie Lorena Cook Erma Louise Claussen £rv— Page fifty-nine Walter Cook Margaret Cox Richard Thompson Cragg Wilma Beatrice Craine Robert Sellon Cramer Jeannette Elizabeth Crater Thomas Ellwood Crawford -$ i.Q j f Joachim Otto Czerwonky Virginia Annette Daggy William John Dahlgren CKJU Jt . David Newton Danfort I vJDfc- Mary Alice Danforth Pane Sixty Jane Natalie Daniels Herbert Allan Danielson Charlotte Eleanor Darrow Margaret Keith Davey Harold Carl Davidson Mary Catherine Davidson Ruth Marion Davidson Carl Davis George Edward Davis, Jr. Dorothy Harriet Day J Gordon Addison DeCoudres Helen Christine Deibler Page Sixty-one Eugene Ludwig deKieffer Eugene Lubin Derlacki Evelyn Forss Dills Virginia Dodge Frederica Dolke Gertrude Grace Dolke Lewis Wood Dolson V , OSEPHINE DlLLEY DoNICA Byron Stuben Dorsey, III Josephine Estelle Drozdowitz Shirley Beatrice Dulkin William Fisher Eadie Page S -tu o yxtS Wi lliam Hutson East, Jr. George Carl Ebeling, J . Evelyn Ann Eckman Howard Pauling Emrich . Lennart Gordon Engstrom Eleanore Louise Erickson Verner Edgar Erlander Willard Parker Evans Mary Jane Edith Falcon Jean Faust Elizabeth Lyman Flanders Margaret Floyd Page Sixty-three Gerard Auwell Fogarty John Griswold Fogarty William Henry Fogarty, Jr. Jane Clayton Forgrave James Jack Forsythe, Jr. Blanche Louise Forth A- Clyde Dwight Foster William Charles Fowler Eonham McFarland Fox . Gertrude Fox Alexander Norman Freeman nS Marion Lenora Freeman Pagi- Sixty-foul Florence Barbara Fry Marjorie Leone Fuerman John Reed Fugard George Lemuel Fugitt age CJa Cl . 3 $ y ' Z Charles Stevens G Margarite Cutting Gage u Herbert Noble Gardner Brower Stanley Garrett Irma Beatrice Geer Eleanor BostouB ' G 0 Esther Whipple Gehr Dorothy Caroline Gesler Page Six ) -file Fred Adolphe Giesecke William Scott Gilmore, Jr. Ruth Elizabeth Goehren us r K Harold Joseph Goers Webster Goodhue Alice Wilson Gore (AJLUju John Kenneth Grant J je v Beatrice Josephine Gratiaa Charles Pierson Gray, Jr. Douglas Adam Grimes Helen Margaret Grimes d Anna Mary Grotz Page Sixty-six Adeline Christabel Halverson Millicenj Hamilton Eleanore Frances Hammar Robert Hanawalt , MtmA C Dorothy Stella Hansen LOUCINDA HARDMAN Alice Elizabeth Harper Sophronia Harris Alice Gladys Hayes Louise Covington Haynes Laurin Hall Healy Donald Eugene Heap Page Sixty-seven John Andrew Heath Kenneth George Hecht Augusta Louise Heidemann George Alexander Heldak Henrietta Sade Henoch Edward Philip Henricks Frederick Winter Hess Roy Frank Hess Charles John Hildebrecht Iden Naylor Hill Chester Willis Hogle Edward Lester Holtz Page Sixty-eight Leslie Rex Horder Mary Howell Vera Louise Howes Jack Cameron Hubbard Lawrence Russell Hubbard Paul Fredrick Huber Norman Paget Hunt James Wilson Hyde Mary Jane Ingham Mary Jacobs Helen Elizabeth Jacobson Florence Margaret Jakes Page Sixty -nine 3 V-v ,J Page Sit enty Helen Golder Jameson Arthur Leslie Johnson Helen Elizabeth Johnson Marjorie Harriet Johnson William Joneli Lindley Cameron Jones  j Mary Grace Jones Ralph Joseph Keitel Margaret Isabelle Kelly Loraine Harriette Kemnitz Audley Jene Kinder Janet Kingore J Ira Bird Kirkland Marion Bristol Kirkland Ethel Bryant Kirkpatrick James Miltiades Kittleman, IL 1 ww jtxtexx —  ■ t Edwin Robert Klein Elizabeth Mary Kober (ftofP ? Philip James Kober Esther Christina Kozel Howard Kroehl, Jr. Albert Alonzo Kruse Arthur Weber Laage Nestor Herbert Lambert Page Seventy -one Gustave Bernard Landerholm, Jr. Louis Lyell Lane, Jr. Paul Russell Lane Elizabeth Bell Lanterman Roger Albert Larson Blair Sumner Latshaw, Jr. Ruth Lawyer Felice Sally Lehman William Garfield Levis Edward Zuver Lewis, Jr. Dorothy Louise Lind Robert Martindale Lindstrom Page Seventy-two Morrell Rose Liphart Paul James Lison Marjorie Ruth Loehle Mary Irene Looby Wilford Hardy Luce Paul Theodore Luecke % % Lois Love Lumpkin Herbert Thorp Lundahl Helen Josephine Luster Vivian Lorraine Lutter William Harry Lytton Ursula Macartney iSl Page Seventy-three Merrill William MacNamee Marvin Waxwig Magnusen Virginia Mary Mangold Betty Belle Manley Joseph Bonnell Mann Helen Renall Manning Mary Ellen Marshall Dorothy Ruth Martin James Dirickson Martin t Fred Irmer Mather, III Ferdinand Clarence Matthews William Arthur Maurice McCurdy Lorin Barron McEwen Jessie Madge McGinnis Francis Patrick McGowan Jerome Thomas McGowan William Francis McGrath James Arthur McIlrath, Jr. Edwin Woolworth Meese Kenneth Louis Mertz Virginia Louise Michaud Kurt Albert Miericke- _ Rhoda Helen Minkler Robert Roy Mitchell VageSevcnty-jive JUL illiam Byford Taylor Mock Mildred Mockus Audrie Mae Moore Harold Walter Moore Robert Leonard Moore Eileen Mary Moran Clarence Harold Morris James Thomas Morton Harold David Mulloy Monroe Andrew Munson, Jr. Charis Marpessa Murley EUGENE NASTRI Page Seventy-six Margaret Marie Naumann Margaret Nelson Hazel Irene Newman Virginia Nadine Nichols Olga Leontine Nilson Herbert Francis Nolan Hazel Eleanor Nord Ruth Elizabeth O HL 3; M Carl Henry Olson Florence Lois Ott William Harry Overton Joseph Elliott Owen Page Seventy-seven Karl John Palmberg Ruth Carolyn Pamp Evelyn Pardee Jane Margaret Parks Donald Max Parsons Vaughan Emerald Payne Gladys Margaret Pearson Michael Pehan Russell Meredith Pelton Annie Weaver Pert Clarence Leon Pervier George Wiles Pervier PtJ t ' Scicuty-eight Frances Elisabeth Philbrick Herbert Shaw Philbrick, Jr. David Cook Phillips Benjamin Greene Piersen Jean Elizabeth Plate Charles Henry Platt Margaret Ann Powers Robert Lawrence Prahl Louis Erven Ramey Hazel Irene Rasmus Mary Gardner Ratcliffe Caryl Emma Raymond JLtu - v Page Seventy-nine Edith Elise Repke David Young Rice GOLDRYN KaTHRYN RlCE HjORDIS BURDETTE RICHARDS Clyde William Roberts Margaret Earl Robinson TV Thomas Charles Robinson, Jr. Jane Helen Rosencrans Florence Whyte Roy Elizabeth Ann Russell Marian Ida Russell Theresa Eunice Russo Page Eighty Mary Gertrude Sabacinski Homer Samuel Sackett Dorothy Evi orothy Evelyn Salisbury Edward Gatewood Marian Schmidt Ralph Arthur Schmidt Joseph Frederick Schoeninger Edward Fredrick Schuett Kermit Carlyle Schulz William John Schwanbeck Armand Harold Scoll Virginia Sarah Scott Page Eighty-one Joseph Louis Shapiro Muriel Winifred Sheach Elizabeth Gertrude Shell Marjorie Frances Sherwell Samuel Elie Shikany Curtis Charles Simmons Bruce Liston Simpson Edmund Joseph Slomka Janet Smith Roger Edward Smith Richard Donnelly Speer William Kinnear Staley Page Eighty-two Thomas Frederick Steigelman Milton Richard Stein Cecile Dorothy Stern Roy Ward Stevens Ethel May Stewart Lillian Luella Strickland Howard Lacy Stringfellow Mary Caroline Stults A jt Mary Archer Summerhayes Arthur Evans Taylor, Jr. Dorothy Ann Suhr Helen Virginia Swift Page Eighty-three Chester Higbee Taylor, Jr. Vincent Donald Thoma William Stewart Thomson, Jr. Ruth Wooster Thorn Herman Carl Tiedemann, Jr Jt 7 Helen Doris Tisdale Donald Arnold Truesdell Dorothy Louise Tucker William Ruggles Tucker, Jr. William Oliver Turner Robert Stephens Tuscher Robert Dixon Tyler Page Eighty-four George Gilbert Unger Wendell Alexander Van Hook, Jr. Reed Van Petten Henriette Catherine Vennewitt Donald Arend Visscher Virginia Lee Vollmer Paul Welch Voorhees Erma Elizabeth Waggoner Margaret Anne Wagner Harold Donavon Wakefield { l{ VUfiW Henry Ludwig Waliszewski Juanita Jean Walker Page Eighty-five HlLDING WaLLGREN Hazel Anna Walz Charlotte Ruth Ward Ruth Haven Ward Napoleon Nickolas Waterloo Carl Emil Weidman La Verne Florence Weiland Evelyn Isabelle Welch Roy Michael Welter Kenneth Jensen Wheeler Louise Bigelow Whipple U K Q Mary Emeline White Page Eighty-six Dorothy Stark Whiton Fred Huber Whitwell George Anthony Wible t titox Weber Wii i i s Genevieve Pearl Willard Samuel Robert Willeumier James Gaffney Williams Jonathan Marshall Williams Robert Owen Williams Jewel Carolyn Wilson Alta Linnea Wingstrom Robert Chadwick. Woodhead Page Eighty-seven Dorothy Julia Woodhouse Charles Sherman Woodruff Alice Elizabeth Yesley Mildred Margaret Zeiger Florence Alice Zillmer Page Eighty-eight THE HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN THIRTY Written by Kenneth Hecht, James Kittleman, Virginia Vollmer We entered E. T. H. S. in 1926 just as all other classes have — in ignorance and knickers. In those long gone-by days the school seemed very large and the first floor very dignified. We were the third class to start in the new building, and there was still a newness about it that by this time has worn off to some degree. Those were the days of fifteen-minute assembly periods. That fifteen minutes did not begin at half past eight, however, but at the more conservative bankers ' hour of nine- fifteen. Nothing extraordinary happened to us, but our school spirit received its first boost when our football team won the Suburban League Championship. We studied (perhaps) Latin, English, algebra, and science; we collected a normal number of marks for misconduct; we worried a few more gray hairs onto the over harassed heads of our beloved freshman faculty. All in all, our first year was what every good first year in high school should be. During the summer of 1927 some of us relaxed, others of us continued our educa- tional pursuits in that pleasant institution commonly called Summer School. Early the following September the class of 1930 reassembled. This time we were sophisticated sophomores. Sophomores are proverbially conceited, and we were no ex- ception. We considered ourselves the cream of the earth, and no longer was the first floor such an awesome place as it had been. It is a matter of common history that at least four times during the year sophomores were discovered on the first floor. We were truly becoming educated. We were more involved in athletics in our second year. George Ebeling was captain of the lightweight, and it behooved all good sophomores to cheer for our teams. One of the main activities of a student council is the selling of any and all kinds of tickets. Jimmy Bowman will probably go down in history as the all time champion ticket seller of E. T. H. S. We left the sophomore rooms in June with many poignant pangs for, in spite of a few minor differences of opinion, we got on capitally with our teachers. We were led to understand during our first two years that the freshman year was hard, the sophomore year quite easy, but the third year — My! Oh! My! We were, most of us, pleasantly surprised to find it no worse than the first two years. The junior year has more activities than the first two, of course, and we had at least our share. Bruce Simpson represented us in the Daily News oratorical contest. We elected class officers for the first time also. They were, Jimmy Bowman, president, Inez Bouvea, vice president, Dorothy Martin, secretary, and Gerard Fogarty, treasurer. Page Eighty-nine Work was progressing on the new cafeteria, and the cement mixers and brick layers offered a pleasant variety to offset the monotony of our classes. As juniors we first availed ourselves of the privilege of relaxing in the luxurious chairs of the lobby. Throughout the year we were what juniors should be — dignified, studious, and quite snooty in the presence of under-classmen. The advent of Mr. Bacon in our junior year started a new era in our school history. It was not until this, our senior year, however, that the new program was instituted completely. We have this year a full half hour for announcements, a new marking system in force, and last but not least the ancient pantomime of handing out deportment marks is forever gone. Upon the seniors fall the social duties of the school. Swede Lind- strom might be called the Social Dictator of the senior class. He has surely made a success of our Football Dance and the Senior Informal. Our class will be the largest class to graduate from the School. During our senior year and with our help The Evanstonian weekly was started and the magazine became a literary quarterly. We have a new and better cafeteria and can honestly consider ourselves lucky to be in this class. If you don ' t believe it ask any member of our Salesmanship Club. MEMBERS OF THE CLASS COUNCILS FRESHMAN Janet Beall Doris Clement Jeannette Crater David Danforth George Ebeling Charles Gage Dorothy Gesler Webster Goodhue Mary Jones Russell Lane Dorothy Martin Ruth Simpson Richard Speer Mary Stults Mary White Charles Wiedeman James Williams Virginia Vollmer SOPHOMORE Inez Bouvea James Bowman Doris Clement Charlotte Darrow Virginia Dodge George Ebeling Gerard Fogarty John Fogarty William Fogarty Charles Gage Dorothy Gesler John Hubbard Mary Jones Philip Kober Dorothy Martin Edwin Meese Russell Pelton Cecile Stern Mary White Charles Wiedeman Virginia Vollmer JUNIOR Inez Bouvea James Bowman Doris Clement David Danforth Carl Davis George Ebeling Gerard Fogarty John Fogarty Dorothy Gesler Helen Grimes Louise Haynes Dorothy Martin Joseph Owen David Phillips Adyn Schuyler Cecile Stern Kenneth Wheeler Louise Whipple Mary White Robert Woodhead Virginia Vollmer SENIOR Margaret Baker Inez Bouvea James Bowman Doris Clement Harold Davidson Carl Davis Virginia Dodge George Ebeling Jean Faust Gerard Fogarty Herbert Gardner Merrill McNamee Dorothy Martin Joseph Owen Cecile Stern Kenneth Wheeler Louise Whipple Page Ninety RECOLLECTIONS WE shall all come back. Maybe within a year, maybe after two years, or longer, but sometime, sooner or later, we as alumni, either in our memories or in reality shall come back to E. T. H. S. In the midst of the energy and vivacity will be recalled a place of quiet ... in the lobby. Juniors and seniors, walking and talking with each other. All, single threads in the intricate patterned web of school life — a laughing group of girls, shining eyes and animated youth; serious seniors, wondering what the future year holds in store for them; play- loving boys and girls, brimming over with the gaiety of life; sometimes, a few discon- tented juniors and seniors, not knowing how to enjoy their school hours . . . Figures still filing past . . . The well-known, round-shouldered stoop of a scholar, the click of high heels echoing on the tiles, a stack of books piled in the crook of some arm, and the tumult of voices will all come back. Happy, familiar scenes that took place there. The crackling of logs in the fire places on crisp, winter days; gatherings during football games; friendly groups standing against the pillars, talking their lunch hour away; and friends quietly wait- ing for friends after school. Remember? — Harriet Davidson You know, the lobby of our school is really a delightful place. Sometimes we don ' t appreciate it fully or realize how much we enjoy it. I remember a scene there one very cold day in the November of 1927. It was during the intermission between the halves of the Evanston-New Trier football game, and everybody had come inside to get warm. The lobby was full of fellows and girls all gathered around the two big fires which were roaring in the two fireplaces. Everybody was mittened and bundled and very red-faced, so that some of the girls even had shiny noses, which have come to be rare among the girls now a days. Each of the lucky ones who had gained possession of a chair was surrounded by a group of boys, two or three of whom were sitting on the arms of each chair, much against the rules of the school. Little things like school rules, however, went unnoticed in such a happy throng, and the chairs had to bear the bur- den until finally everybody began to file out to go back to the game. The scene in the lobby was equally beautiful after they had left with the firelight still dancing on the walls — but a good deal less noisy. It almost seemed as though the room were a little sad at being abandoned so quickly, unappreciated and unrewarded for the pleasure it gave. — Lindley Jones Page Ninety-one Page Ninety-two Pane Ninety-three Better Pictures Better Values I I I OFFICIAL PHOTOGRAPHER FOR THE EVANSTONIAN SENIOR YEAR BOOK « Bernie Studio 1623 Sherman Avenue Page Ninety-four U-8998 I + Linden Printing Company i + — 517 South Jefferson Street CHICAGO Printers of The Evanstoniarv COLLEGE AND HIGH SCHOOL PUBLICATION PRINTERS Page Ninety-five SPIES BROS., INC. Reliable Since 1878 Manufacturers of Evanston Township High School OFFICIAL CLASS JEWELRY 19 3 27 East Monroe Street Chicago, Illinois Jahn Oilier Again JAHN OLLIER ENGRAVING CO. 817 W. Washington Blvd. 1 Chicago Telephone MONROE 7080 Page Ninety-six b I 18