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

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LETTERS such deceit. Gertrude L. didn't do so badly. I saw her in a corner with the cut- est fellow. It seems that all we do is have our pictures taken lately. That dear old annual surely causes us enough work. Tonight we are playing Bensenville here. If I expect to see the game, I guess I'd better sign off and get ready. Love, NH, February l, 1941 Dearest A--, Winter is almost over now, with February gone. All we have to do is blow through March, and then spring is here. Hallelujah! We've been rushing around school like mad this month. On the third we had an election for the Citizenship Award. Edie Baldwin got it, and Iim glad. She certainly deserves it. We were in our glory during the first week of the month. Mr. Moore was sick, and we didn't have to pussy-foot into the office if we were late to class to get an excuse. That week, also, the band and the boxers gave a program at the Veterans' Hospital. Mrs. Rollins must have gone to the Spanish Club party. She was sick the next day. I wish these teachers would do something for their country and all get sick at once. The junior assembly this month was highly entertaining. Jim C. forgot his reading, because, he said, Marcella was standing close by. What a case! Well, I guess our faculty isn'it quite so old as we thought. Mr. Hodge and Coach went to Palatine to play with the Northwest Conference coaches against the Northeast coaches. Even with Grant's fine contribution the team lost. You should have seen them the next day. Well, crutches were in order! There must be some attraction at the Pistakee Bay School when the teachers are having meetings over there. Maybe it was the dinner that drew them. Spring isn't here, but by the looks of things the young men's fancies turn to romancing anyway. Lois Romer and Ray Rosing are hitting it off again. When the girl friend gets the first letter he ever earned, it must be serious. Of course her dancing partner, Wink Hoffman, didn't do so badly for herself either when she pulled off Hank Cunninghamis letter. Of course freshmen will learn sooner or later, but when a stately senior weakens after three years of woman-hating, that's bad. Charles Rich has made his bow to Betty Hirk, and how they quarrel! Really it's all very bewildering. On the 21st we played McHenry here. It was the last game of the season, and we lost 38 to 39. It was a close game, and I didn't have any lungs left afterward. If there had been a little teamwork on our part, I think we could have won. Last night the basketball tournament started at Wauconda. We lost to Warren 27 to 30. Well, I didn't feel like going to any more games anyway. Our second team tied for third place. Tonight the G Club is giving a card party as a means of raising money for baseball uniforms. I think I'll go, so I 1'nuSt hurry along. Don't forget to write. Love, gl. Marchi-, 1941 Dearie, How happy I was to have your letter a few days ago. To show you how ap- preciative I am, I am responding without delay. Yes, -the Blomnesses did go to Quincy, but they returned with the robins. And the stories they tell about their sojourn there! I read one of Sally's letters from her friend there, now I understand why all the interest. The sophomore assembly revealed some hidden talent. Charles Friedle really entertained with his squeeze box, but the childhood pictures they attempt- ed to show of the teachers were a dismal failure. Agnes D. went to Chicago to see that certain someone two weeks ago, and

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SENIUR chair close to the hearth. We have a two weeks' vacation this year, and I intend to get the utmost out of it. Jim was over Christmas Eve, and you can't imagine what he gave me-the dear- est heart-shaped locket with our initials on it-and real diamonds in the middle. I'm so crazy about it that I even wear it to bed. We had a very nice Christmas party at school this year-two Santa Clauses and many helpers. The typing, shorthand and bookkeeping awards were given out by Mr. Orr. I missed getting a pin for shorthand by two points. That evening the Christmas concert was held. It was a grand success. The girls looked elegant in their candy colored gowns. The Pep Club dance was held on the 14th. There was a large attendance, and everyone went home feeling happy. Peggy, Chuck, Al, and Doris made a colorful four- some. We all can't get over Bill Zeigler's going for these freshman gals. Eleanor Strat- ton is the latest victim. John Chcouske and Dorothea Jourgensen had a grand time at the dance. John can really dance. I'll have to ask him for a dance sometime. I horned in on the Home Ec. Club Christmas party. Veronica, Ethel, Muriel and I danced until we were tired out. Root beer, sandwiches, and cookies were served. Everyone went back for seconds. Last Thursday retakes were made for the senior pictures. Signe Olsen, Agnes Dougherty, Betty Bunde, Phyllis, and I had our pictures taken over. The P. T. A. had a dance for the student body this month. It's a diversion in the way of entertainment, since one gets rather tired of going to a picture show every nlgllit. Well, Dearie, tomorrow's a big day, so I will have to sign off. Give my love to all, and please write soon. Love, Ni... january -, 1941 Dearest - Christmas vacation is over, and we've been back at the old grind for a month now. The rest seems to have put everyone in a happier frame of mind. Isaw Joe and Margie last night. Joe has put a gay new covering on his Buick top, and he thinks he has a new car. Margie says she doesn't care what it is so long as it gets them there. Shirley K. much about this Well, the was plugged one came back to Grant from Oak Park this month. She doesn't say being a prison any more. Perhaps Oak Park cured her of that. prison did give us an unexpected day off. The sewage system day last week. On the tenth we played Palatine, and I am very much afraid that they have a somewhat better team than ours. The boys redeemed themselves by beating the faculty in a volley ball game, though. In other years the faculty team has always won. You know Sally and Carole Blomness, don't you? Well, they have gone to Quincy with the family for a couple of months. Mrs. Kobiberup has 'been ill for a week. Since it was during the final exam- ination period, we had quite a time. Miss Anselm did the substituting for her. The P. T. A. dance this month was poorly attended. I didn't enjoy myself. Ozzie asked me to go with him, but I refused. I went with Ray instead. But the party alt the Pistakee Bay School was fun. Eleanor L., Betty P., and Muriel T. all were being escorted around the grounds by handsome young Romeos. Marcella rather deserted Jim for one of those handsome grooms. As we were coming back on the bus, we asked her what Jim would say, and she replied that he wouldn't find out unless we told him. Of course we w'on't tell him, but

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SENIUR she came back with a sprained ankle. Shirley says she would be willing to forego a sprained neck if she could just find a someone The telephone theatre show this month really drew a crowd. Then the speech class from McHenry High put on a mock trial lfor our benefit. Grant students were the jurors, and it seems that their verdict was not so satisfactory with other students. Miss Lienhauser and Miss Jones from Bryant-Stratton Business College were out for some interviews with commercial aspirants last week. The advice those gals didn't give. Afterward I was trying to walk like Miss Jones, and Mr. Moore almost gave me a ninth hour for clowning in the hall. Bruce and Mary Jane quarrelled last week. Bruce was grim and deHant, but poor Mary! Alas, she reminded me of a showerful spring. Margie and Joe have also broken up. The god of war seems to be on the job- around here. Andy McNally made the All Lake County Basketball Team this year. Donlt be surprised if he doesn't know you when you return. Senior play rehearsals are going off rather smoothly. Ernie Wilson, even though he is only a sophomore, is the behind-the-scenes-man. You see, Norma's his inspiration now. We have been having radio work in speech class. How I pleaded with Mr. H. to be excused from my turn at the microphone, but he was adamant, and before I knew it, there I was, trembling like a leaf, before the mike. I am beginning to doubt if Illl ever be much of a public speaker. Of all the nerve! Ed Brown is trying to read this letterg so 1'll have to quit. Love, Ai. .H April, 1941 Dearestl- This has been one of those months when you complain that there is nothing do- ing, and then all of a sudden everything piles up at once. The long anticipated senior class play, American Passport, went over like a Hitler blitzkrieg. You really were gyped in not hearing Chuck Sampson as Daddy Hamilton making his speeches on patriotism. The G A A gave a sweater dance this month, and We had a very good time. I had to ask two boys before I got my date, but finally good old Bob let down and con- descended to go. Ed. Havelka with his battered fedora blew in on the study hall last period, and that was the end of peace and quiet, as you can easily guess. We had an opportunity to show our mothers how we could strut our stuff in the fashion show given at the Mother-Daughter banquet. It was an elaborate display of clothing and an excellent banquet. We'll have another display at open house next month. Marcella and Sally Anne had a well-earned vacation for the week of the 19th to the 25th. They attended the National Red Cross convention at Washington, D. C. as delegates from Grant. They say they enjoyed the tour of the state buildings best of all, especially the Capitol building, White House, Supreme Court, and the new Red Cross Building. We worked hard to be able to send someone. How I Wanted to be one of those selected to go, but I guess I'm just not popular enough. We were gyped on an Easter vacation, but we will be paroled earlier next month, so we didn't mind much. And you should see the snazzy clothes resulting from the Easter parade. I acquired a palomino beige suit that's a knockout. The Red Cross Council gave an assembly program this month. It was one of those pantomime things, Miss Iva Newway's School. We haven't laughed so much in ages-or have we? If only school could be like that. The kids have just been telling me that Don G. is in the hospital, suffering from a bullet wound. Some of us are planning now to ditch school to go see him. I'll write again next month and tell you how it feels to be a Ugrad. Love, N...-