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

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. K K. I 1 si sri 1 V l 1933 CREATION is a wonderful thing-a thing which is often carried on to heights not dreamed of by its creator. f N :Q Y : 5 SXXXXX1 lem of making the townsmen realize its value. The Village High School, which accomplished this, had no permanent building. The first Evanston Township High School, financed by bonds, was built at the corner of Dempster and Elmwood. Dedicated August 3, 1883, it was opened with an enrollment of one hundred and thirty pupils with five teachers. Though not extensive, having but one home-room, small class rooms and few facilities, it was well suited to the enrollment requirements and rigorous classicalucourse. Addi- tions were later necessary. f A south wing in 1893, and later, a new front and a north wing, were added, materially changing the appearance of the building. Rebuilt and enlarged, it how had thirty rooms on two floors, home-room accommodations for live hun- dred, laboratories, shops, and later a lunch room in the basement. 1 The influx of students resulted in overcrowding. Plans were then made for a real future. The present site was bought and a structure was designed for unlimited expansion. It was opened in 1924. f Now we are in the building. It is a creation. It is one that realizes in full measure the hopes of its builders. 1 ' IIE: Those who organized the high school in Evanston faced the prob-

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a HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1933 That lS our class Our life together here has been like a book each year a chapter And as we glance back through the pages we laugh at the many needless worries. 1 UTSTRETCHED hands, hundreds of them, clamoring for diplomas. What a labyrinth of winding halls greeted us when we began as freshmen. There was a new newspaper, a new cafeteria, and a new principal. Can you remember how wildly you searched the attic for old Victrola records in that drive for phonographs for the assembly rooms? And how awed you were at the presentation of The Criticv in dedication of the social hall? Up on the third floor we gained many a scraped nose pushing peanuts painfully before We had acquired enough courage to learn to dance. Suddenly the boys were transformed from confirmed women-haters and the girls from the old- fashioned maids of the year before. Then we were sophomores. With wounded pride we found we would have to room with freshmen, but we decided to set splendid examples for the newcomers. The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra-la lent a Chinese atmosphere for weeks after The Mikado was given. 1 Then we were strutting around the first floor halls as juniors, investigating every nook and corner. Those of us who secured the family conveyance now and then were intrigued by the fascinations of the new porte-cochere, and we thrilled at the thought of moving into a spick and span new assembly-room. Soon we were fascinated by the charm of our faculty as actors in The Taming of the Shrew. No sooner had this passed than many of us showed our musical talent on board H.M.S. Pinaforen whose gay, lively airs floated through che school all spring. That time saw many of our friends go, and we realized that we were to take their places for a year, then, too, pass on. 1 The leaves of our book are getting fewer now, as we enter upon the last chapter. The fullness and richness of this year has not given us a chance to realize that it is the last.. It was well inaugurated by that budget plan about which we still boast. At this same time the imminent danger of closing the school set us rapidly to work trying to do our part. We were the leaders and we felt the dignity of our position. The teams more than repaid our great trust in them!-f four championships. They splendidly represented our school and our class in both football and basketball. This last year of ours has been like the cherry on a sundae -J so good that we hate to see it go. From the clutching hands of Father Time we seize four precious years and lock them safely away in our memories forever. We take a part of Evanston with us and we leave a part of us with her. The future, we don't know, but the past is indelible. So ends our book. 4