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

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LETTERS May 28, 1941 Dear M -- This bright morning I can truthfully say, I'm smart, as they presented me with my sheepskin last night. The usual solemn speech initiated us into the outside world. As we sat there listening to him speak of these precious four years, I began reminiscing on what Fate has accomplished thus far for our class. I am happy to say that about half of us are fostering plans for a college career. I regret that you and the others were unable to continue until the ultimate end for should I say beginningj with us, but such was not the case. I,ast night was the gay climax to this enjoyable year, and we grads topped it off by making the rounds of our many homes to extend congratulations and to say hello to the relatives we know. Now it's all over, and we have those sweet and poign- ant memories to fall back on for years to come. But enough of that! After the long-dreaded finals were over, we relaxed at the music picnic at Camp Wwster. The swimming was such fun, and the water was just the right degree of coolness. Only the more hardy of us tried our fins, but you'd have died laughing at Andy when he dived off the shallow end and had to do a belly-whopper to avoid getting stuck in the mud! The girls looked so lovely in their multicolored formals at the music concert. I wore the powder blue Santa donated last Christmas. Speaking of formals, the Prom was last week. Thanks again to the juniors for the marvelous time we all had, especially C--- and I, at the Country Club. We had loads of fun when we did the honors last year, but it was more enjoyable still when we could sit back and watch the underclassmen doing it up brown in our honor. All three of my projects adorned the rooms for Open Houseg so Dad and Mom were proud of my achievement. I almost forgot the newest of all news! The girls from gym class presented a May Day festival. We all danced around the maypole, minus the pole. I took part in the Rhumba-Tango number. I've had a desire to learn both 'for some time, and when the opportunity presented itself, believe me, I made the most of it. Mom is trying to get me into the garden to take some snapshots of the gown and mortar board, the bouquets, and me midst them allg so I will discontinue for the present. Your post- grad friend, Ai.

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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...-

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