Mendota High School - Atodnem Yearbook (Mendota, IL)

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.. 7, Senior Class Hisiory Father Time wove one more design in the tapestry of life, when the Class of '23, a body of seventy in search of higheifknowledge, made its debut in the Mendota Township High School. Since a class can only become efficient thru co-operation we soon organized our class electing Ruth Wright, president and Miss Haffner, class adviser. For our class colors we chose blue and white. Duringithis first year our social ac- tivities were few, the Freshman-Sophomore picnic being the outstanding one. The second year we returned with the name Sophomores, which was alone enough to make us feel wiser. This year we chose Anna Kaminky as president, and Miss Kietzman as class adviser. r We were well represented in art, social life and especially athletics. Although we did not have any letter-men in foot- l '...... Z4.i 5 1251 L r1f.Y 5'i'.i 5 Zf'c. 5 I'....- Z'i'- 5'a..f' 'i'Zf..., '-'5Z'...... ''2Z'.....'' - 1'E'Zf..., ': Z'E4Zfa.f' '5'M51'51 .gov I 1. rdf U 3 N-Q . . by P g . Q3 EE? I 0:0 ball or basketball, we had several men who were sure prospects for the next year. We were also represented in track. Our main social activity was the Freshman- t Sophomore picnic, at which time we took the Freshmen to Starved Rock. A E9 During our Junior year we elected Theodore Nieman and Miss Nicholas as 65 our leaders. We were again represented in athletics by four letter-men. To- ,gl ward the latter part of the ycar we gave our Class Play, Mr. Bob. The cast made evident the fact that we possessed much talent in our class. We ended ,lj the year by giving the Seniors a banquet at the High School Gymnasium. The 'F decorations, consisting of the colors of both classes, far surpassedithose of any Q, former banquet. . J This year we returned, at the height of our ambitions, to reach the goal we ti had so long striven for. We were Seniors. We chose Talbot Hood for our pres- ident, and Miss Coffey for our adviser. bb We again won laurels in athletics, being represented in football by Harold V Potter, Max Goebel, and Theodore Nieman, and in basketball by Theodore Nie- '5 man, Harold Sharp, and Harold Potter. , And now we are editing this annual, which, as we look back over our pre- Q vious years in High School, we consider to be the greatest accomplishment of f i our school life, and in which we have endeavored to leave examples in discipline, . r- athletics, scholarship and school spirit. l Frank Reichardt. 5? i l Cheer-up Soak up a little kindness to cheer you on your way, and don 't fuss about to-morrow but be glad you're here to-day. A smile will make you feel at Q1 home and fill a heart with song-so be glad that you have reached High School, ! fr' and pass a laugh along. What if you're short of money and the road seems ' long and rough? A laugh makes life seem funny, and three meals a day Vi' enough. You'll take nothing with you when you leave here on the trip that ' goes one way, so why sit around and grieve here-let's have a laugh to-day. . Salome Sun. . 1? NINETEEN 5 i QX a l . J

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EIGHTEEN BOLSTER, GLADYS Katcha Koo, Basketball 2, Orchestra 4 Music Editor. Hope: To become a famous violinist. Dorff zrorry me with men, .UlIfHIf'7l'. Jlrzrlr. Lulfc or John. GILMQRE, DONALD Compton High School. Class Track 4, Class Basketball 4, Track 4. Hope: To be a scientific farmer. Fd bc just rm satisfied. If Adfun had krpi the rib in his sidcf' ZAPF. LILLY Home Ec. Prize-Dress and Suit. Hope: To draw--and draw-then draw some more. Tu:f'rc as fair us name Ami flrirff us rurc in fame. l BELLINGHAUSEN, HENRIETTA Arlington High School. Hope: To be a stenographer of break- neck speed. A quiet girl 'tis true, But-fl fl'7:f'IllI-fl'il'II and fI'lll'. PRESCOTT, GALE Katcha Koo, Class Football 3, Class Track 3, Class Basketball 4, Ass't Joke Editor. Hope: To eat, sleep and be merry. 'tH0u' milrh. better is rn joke and a grin Thrm, u. svozrl that looks like sin! BELLINGHAUSEN, LORETTA Arlington High School. Hope: To be other than a twin. Most girls ure Hllllff' of sugar. spice. and c'1:r?rything 'Il.1:CV. Bur Fm nzudf' of Sllgtlf. spin: and onc- hulf tzrizz-not nice.

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., j -K - ,- -, , M- - --Y -, -. ' .,,f' -e-,-,W -.,-, H- 0-,-, . ' ' If sos,vt0'1'.'4:o'o's'o:n'o'q'e:s's'-'.:nE if :Is n:s'n'o'n:a'a'a nz,'a's'g.:,Ef:f4s'o'ozdoiobozngszogi Class Prophecy It all began just a week ago. I was coming home from the office and walking along Washington Street, to catch the L out to the suburbs, when I was accosted by a bearded, seedy-looking, individual lounging along in the opposite direction. I looked at him more closely and found that the gentle- noan was my old classmate, Talbot Hood. Naturally there were many ques- tions to be asked and answered. I was surprised to find him in such shabby attire, when the last I had heard of him was that he was a crack reporter on the staff of one of the big city dailies. He told me, however, that he was writing an article on Life Arrong the Lowly and had been traveling with the hoboes to gather local color. I was anxious to hear more about his experiences since I had last seen him, so we went to the big Zapf restaurant where Lily served us a fine meal. After geetting away with a couple of big steaks, as well as some Ham what Am raised by Charlotte Davis, Cknown all over the country for her blue- blooded hawgs, D and packed at the great Prescott Plant just outside town, We settled down to talk over old times. Elmer Kaufman and his wife, for- merly Ella Dewey, soon joined us, having recognized our old Class President despite his disguise. They are now conducting Cin partnership, of coursej a big glue factory, just to help them stick together on their journey down Life 's pathway. Although it was very late before the impromptu reunion broke up, Tal- bot had so excited me with his tales of travel that I could not sleep, and decided the next morning to start out on my own hook. I called up the of- fice, therefore, and told them I would be back when I returned, if not sooner, and packed hurriedly. In an hour I was off on the Q for Chicago. I had been riding but a few moments when I noticed a trio of fine-looking young ladies just across the aisle. They proved to be my old classmates, Ruth Wright, Myrtle Sonntag, and Anna Kaminky. They informed me that they had been traveling with an All-Star Basketball five all season, and were re- turning to their homes in Chicago. They told me that Ruth Deane was also of their number, but that she had injured her feet. in a recent game and was laid up for the time being. I arrived in Chicago at 10 o'clock. I hailed a taxi, and was overjoyed to find that the driver was my old comrade, Donald Gilmore. I knew I was in safe hands. As we passed by a large office building I noticed a crowd of workers gathered about a stout, red-headed young fellow orating away at a great rate. It was Edwin Hoeger. His horn-rimmed specs and flowing tie did not de- ceive me. He was delivering an impassioned harangue for a one hour day. His flowery eloquence held the crowd spell-bound. A couple of bluecoats, however, forced their way through the crowd and took him in custody. A riot followed, in which I did not escape unscathed, but the cops got away with their prisoner. I followed, in order to help out my friend if possible. But, when he was brought before Judge Reichardt that dignified magistrate refused to TW ENTY l .2.':':'.jg:':-gjg5.3. v::,1.':':.f.': :.j.Q:i:f.j.f.g.5.g.cr:-.3.17.g.':':.g.':':.-.5.':':.14':':'.3.:':'.g 9 0.0 iii 9 0.0 E3- rv 9 E3 9 ga 'I' Ea rl' fo 5,4 0:0 E2 E3 P3 . 5' .gi it Vi 4 93 ' E3 El 1 Vi E51 ta .g.