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

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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

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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

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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