Grant Community High School - Trumpeter Yearbook (Fox Lake, IL)

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SENIUR September 30 Dear B-, It seems funny starting without you this year, and it will be worse graduating without you. The freshmen registered in August, and are they ever a puny looking outfit. The hot weather we were supposed to get last summer we're getting now, and it's hard to settle down. The first week of school was just grand-nothing doing in any of the classes. We had our first pep meeting on the 13th. It seemed good to be yelling for the Bulldogs again. On the 16th we had a safety program, and 'the next day the freshmen and sophomores played Northbrook. They beat us, 7 to 0. The juniors have had their play tryouts. Lipka and Stickels got the leads. No chance for a romance there. She still can't see anyone but jim. Last Friday night we played Warren and actually beat them, 7 to 0. There hasn't been much else going on this month except Bill Zeigler's party for the football boys. Marge S. and Bill Schmidt are still going strong. It looks serious, and Jim and Florence manage to keep the old spark burning. I don't see how they do it. I couldn't stand a guy that long. Write and tell me how you like the new school. I'll bet you wish you were back in dear old Grunt, don't you? Love, B...- OCt0l'Jer 29, 1940 Dearest- Well, here another month has passed, and I'm just finding time to write. I've been so terribly busy that I haven't had much time for any correspondence, but I'll try to make up for it now. I suppose I'd better start with school. The first of 'the month a man came out with a lor of statistics and gave an illustrated lecture on temperance. It was very interesting, I suppose, but I must have been sleepy, because I could hardly keep awake. Oh well, the junior play, Wild Oranges, rather made up for it. Marcella was ex- cellent. She really out-shone everyone else. When Bruce fyou know him, don't you? The fellow that goes with Mary jane Turnerj kissed La Verne, the kids on the front row let out a howl, but it didn't bother Bruce. We have a good football team. They can really fight if they want to. We played a very good game on the 26th against Barrington. You should have seen Mae. Was he hot! Poor Gerstein stumbled and fell, and the look on Florence's face was something to behold. One thing to their credit, they aren't always fighting like Bob and Doris, at least not so publicly. There was a teachers' meeting at Evanston on the 21st, so there was no school. Was I glad! I went to Chicago and had a grand time. You remember Miss Johnson, don't you? Well, she and Sally Ann went to a Home Ee. convention in Springfield this month. Since then every time Sally sees Miss J. she has to think twice. Otherwise shelll burst out with Hi Johnny. October 16 was army registration day and no school. We even gave up our studies for the army. Patriotic, eh? Hunting season opened on the same day, so that gave us something to do. I went out the first day with the gang and bagged two beautiful ducks for myself. Was I proud! The 19th was homecoming-a nice game even if we did lose. Funny, isn't it? Homecoming you always lose. Remember the year we sat in the rain and watched the homecoming game? What I enjoyed most was the alumni dance. Chuck and Peggy have been hitting it off strong since then. The music department gave the Halloween party. It was a rather noisy affair, but it went off fairly well. Mrs. Kobberup and Miss johnson came all dressed up,

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BUWLING As the big ball goes whirling down the maples, the lustv voices of the femmes ring out with Strike or Gutter-ball. Vieing with her previous record, each girl is determined to improve her game. At the beginning of each line. she approaches the foul line with a little more finesse. For the most part scores have remained consistently high among this group of amateurs, and the advantages to the participants have been legion. Certainly it is one of the high school sports that has come to stay. l lliS'l' ALIACY: M. 'l'lll'Ilt'l', ll. Klvllllxl, U, llivll. li, filly, SIGPONIJ Al.l.I'IY: ll. Katy. M. xV2lll1ll'4', S, .lm-usifu, li, llohu, I., liippvrl, li. Stratton, M, NYzilk. 'l'. Scott, lb, liairti-lt, L, hipkci, l', Klein, .I. XYi-iw-ll, dl, Ili-ju-li. N. l'z1rsons, 'Fllllill ALLICY: S. llrilz, S, lllomnm-ss. Mrs, Kolilnwllp 1lPil'v1'lfvi'P, V. lil4PlIlIll'NS. N, Scott. I , .lone-s. A. Ilurnion. IC. ilziltlxvin. A, 4iI'il1ll'lll. .l, ilwvmle-. 1', llflylllillil. I.. l7l'Zj'IlIill2l, M. S111llt'lll6'll-t'4lt'l', K, l4'r:iiiilsn-li. I., 4'll5ll'X'1ll. M, Frost. GULF Veterans of the greens were amazed, no end. last fall when the femmes with their agile grace and form made their initial appearance on the links. However, con- sternation on the part of the seasoned golfers and their urge to seek cover at the call of the soprano fore', soon passed as the girls, drives became more professional. Complaints of muscular fatigue, sore feet, and weighty bags, though common during the beginning weeks, soon gave way to the desire to excel in this satisfying sport. Golf was enthusiastically received and no doubt will be perpetuated as a per- manent girls' activity. SlCA'I'l'1l1: M. Frost, li. Kziv, S. lllomiu-ss. M, XYzlll:lm'e. S. .I+-nsvu. IP. Tillnmzinn. V STANIJING: Mrs, liUlll?l'I'll.IY tlnslriietorh, ll. Kos-h. li, Stratton. l1',.Iom-s.S. ilritz. IG. ll2IltlXXlH, 4 1 tilt K, l l'1lllllSl'll, V, lililllllIl'SS, lv, lil'ZlIlllQ'llllllI'L. I, l!-ji-',

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LETTERS and the evening was pretty far advanced 'before anyone found out who they were. Ozzy Smith certainly made a nut of himself. The commercial club has been organized already, and last week we ordered our senior rings. Graduation is on its way when the rings begin to appear. I got the ruby, for that is my birthstone. Last night an office window was 'broken-some prowler they think. Mr. Moore and Bud have been doing a little sleuthing today. Well, this is about all. Please write soon. Love, B..-..i. November -, 1940 My dear - I just bought a fresh supply of lead for the old Every-sharp and thought I'd better 'fulfill my obligations. This certainly has been a rug-cutting month for me. Last night Jim and I went to the basketball game, and wlhat do you know! Wauconda beat us. That's a poor start, ibut we hope for a better finish. We had a swell time, and of course we all piled down to Schmidt's for a coke after the game. I had a marvelous Thanksgiving vacation, which I spent in Chi. I took in sev- eral shows and replenished my school wardrobe a bit with some tricky sport togs. When we returned to school, we had our senior pictures taken. My proofs turned out very nice, and I had no trouble in selecting the one which I thought very elegant. Bruce Romer and Marie Walk seem to be our budding romancers this month. Apparently it is a hang-over from the junior play. The girls around school seem to have taken a heart interest in the Pistakee Bay boys. They're swell kids, but the only trouble I've found so far is tha-t there are not enough of them. But why should I worry? I've always jim to fall back on-He should see this! The poor dear would never forgive me. The first rehearsal of On Our Wayn was on the seventh. The kids who par- ticipated went over in a school bus with Mrs. Kobberup. The dress rehearsal was on the twelfth. November Jim asked me to go -to the football banquet with him, which was last Thursday night. I had a swell time and just hated to go home. Sometime I hope to get a boy friend who isn t so sleepy. After the banquet we went down town, and who did we pull up next to but Peggy and Chuck. They have had eyes for no one else since then. We had no school on Armistice Day, and I spent the day leisurely sleeping. Our commercial carnival was really done up brown this year. The cooking de- partment furnished the most delicious hot-dogs, and I'm sure everyone had his share. What do you think of the Election? It turned out exactly as I wanted it to, but I'm afraid that the school wouldnlt agree with me. It was a Republican landslide at school. Remember we still have mail delivered twice daily, and a little exercise will do you goodg so write. Love, I-pl P. S. Eleanor L. has succumbed to the Pistakee Bay School influence and has picked herself a young man from over there. Right now he's going about on crutches, but Eleanor says they get around. December 20, 1940 My Dear 1 Tonight as I sit here writing and reminiscing over the many happy holidays we've spent together, I feel that happy, cheerful, lazy feeling that Christmas seems to bring to everyone. Dad has just put another log on the fire, and I'm curled up in the big