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

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Senior Evenin

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SENIOR EVENING The old and very famous tradition of Evanston Township High School to set aside a time when all the seniors could get together informally and enjoy one of the most de- lightful of senior festivities was carried on by the class of 1931, and Senior Evening was held on Saturday, February twenty-first. As groups of students arrive in the evening, all with the same thought that at last the seniors have something to themselves, they go about, their faces wreathed in smiles- all friends under the strangely glamorous Orange and Blue lights which give a soft glow to what would otherwise be just the same old halls of school hours. A slip of paper on which is printed one of the following: Northwestern,', Wis- consin, Illinois,,' Michigan, Qhicago, or Purdue, is pinned on the mystified senior with instructions to go to the lobby. Almost as one mass they do as they are told and here a big surprise is in store, for nothing is more friendly than the fires that blaze so cheerily in each of the two fireplaces, these shining fires along with the Orange and Blue lights stimulate even the haughtiest of the haughty seniors into being human. Soon the lobby is filled with eager joy seekers, where they are told that the people labeled with the names of certain colleges are to go to certain rooms. In the Northwestern room peanut races and chalk walking are tried, and in the Wfisconsin room- Oh! What precious brown eyes!,, . . . Who is she? . . . Isn,t it just simply ador . . . What! Who? Dave Truman? Oh-h-h-h! And other audible gasps are heard. A blond baby is shown next but since its rompers aren,t striped we don't recognize it. Do you think you know? Well, it's Bob Hoel. Suitcase races are struggled through in the Illinois room. The poor boy looks so hot trying to get into a slicker that seems to have no armholes at all, and the girl who easily got her coat on and is halfway down the hall suddenly loses a galosh that is six sizes too big. The boy reached the end, throws the galoshes and coat into the suitcase, and speeds back to find that the suitcase hasn't stood the excitement and-well, maybe the boys will win next time. Intriguing feats of magic are performed in the Chicago room, while in the Michigan room Felix appears in a moving picture. They assemble again in the lobby, where Albert McPherrin sings two solos, accompanied by Dick McKnight. Then, as should become any strictly senior gathering, a most serious and tragic melodrama, Wild Nell of the Plains, is given by ive theatrically talented seniors. Wild Nell is played by Jack Sullivan, who looks as wild as any Wild Nell should. The hero, Handsome Harry, as portrayed by Bill McKinnon is too nice a boy scout for Nellg so Lady Vere de Vere, stunning and petite in blue chiffon who in private life is Bonnie Schnur, supplies the second woman in the triangle. Two Indians are howlingly done by Dave Truman and Jack Dille. The plot, as I,have hinted, contains a triangle started because Wild Nell is hopelessly in love with Handsome Harry who, not knowing of Nell's passion for him, falls in love with Lady Vere de Vere. Nell, determined to win Handsome Harry,s love away from Lady Vere de Vere, has her kidnapped by Indians. Harry dashes up and Nell confesses what she has done, the two leap into a canoe in hot pursuit. They finally arrive at the Indian's camping ground where Harry sees Lady Vere de Vere tied to a stake. The moment arrives and jumping on the Indians, Nell and Harry beat them to death. Lady Vere de Vere is released and as Harry clutches her fondly in his embrace, Nell kills herself. Everyone is so wrought up that he can hardly tear himself away to go and indulge in the sandwiches, cakes, and punch that follow. After gorging themselves, they join in a grand march from the rear of the building up the center hall to the front where danc- ing follows with music by an orchestra led by a talented senior, Dick McKnight. Perhaps it was only after the senior had left those gay surroundings that he rea- lized for the first time the true significance of that enjoyable evening. The fact must have come to him that it was the beginning of the end. He probably became a little sad at the thought, but still it had been fun and he had the memory of seeing the school in a more hilarious mood than he had ever seen it before or would ever see it again. Eighteen

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Twenty QA Class Jidfeditation O PEN SIVE shadows that mark the passing school-day hours On graceful lawns that stretch to Gothic halls and towers, To these symbolic peaks so bleak against the jagged heaven Idyllic tenderness from a loved hand is given. Endure, poetic fortress of great brooding willows- Whisper of young lives, building for what follows. Ah, Delphic willows, as you sway, do you dream? Ah, Class of Thirty-one-be God's stars upon Life's Stream! I n The ,Library OLTEN gold, in oblique streams of light From far, tall windows, slanting always toward The calm brown silences around the hoard Of volumes, gives a mystic, chrysolite Radiance, with which to read aright The books wherein the centuries are stored. The pages where 1nan,s groping truths are poured, Give birth to dreams in sudden upward flight As, in a forest, where night does not cease Yet welcomes here and there a shaft of day, Or as in some cathedral's darkened peace, Where sunlight falls by chance on those who pray, Dreams come, here too, the shadows can release Elusive thoughts, and reverie holds sway.