Sandwich High School - Reflector Yearbook (Sandwich, IL)

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%ReflecioR SENIOR CLASS HISTORY On the morning of Sept. 13, 1926, the old school bell rang out its challenge to a new group of “frightened freshmen.” There were forty in this new class, and every one of them answered the challenge. During the first year the class was represented in nearly every activitiv. Two of the boys won distinction as football players, and as a result were awarded the varsity “S”. The class was interested in their studies as well as activities, and quite a few of our members were placed on the honor roll. The next year the class came back with a determination to go places and to do things. All the bovs turned out for athletics, and most of them won a place on either some lightweight or heavyweight team. Many of the girls and boys joined the glee clubs, dramatic clubs, etc. During our Sophomore year the X-Ray gave a benefit play, and a large part of the cast was made up of Sophomores. The Sophomore year gave the C lass of ’30 a taste of school life and its activities, and the best part of it was they liked it. The result was that the next year, as Juniors, we set a pace for all the classes. Two of the boys were members of a livestock judging team which won the State Championship. In athletics Juniors were seen everywhere. All of the boys that went out for football carried away their share of the honors, and in basketball four of the six letter men were Juniors. The class basketball tournament was easily won by our boys (guess we’d better not recall the faculty 9-X victory over us), and the indoor baseball tournament was added to our list of achievements this same year. The glee clubs and mixed chorus had a very successful year in 29 and it is interesting to note that there were a number of Juniors in these activities. The high spot of the year is designated by the Junior play—“The Touchdown.” Next to this came the Junior-Senior reception. Under the skillful management of our class advisor, Mrs. Wright, a very enjoyable evening was spent by everyone who attended. On Sept. 9, 1929, 37 students, 33 of whom had been classmates for 3 years, returned to the dear old school as dignified Seniors. The same school interest was shown in their studies and extra curricular activities as before. Nine seniors played in the last game of football, four played on the first team in basketball, and seven were out for track. The glee clubs included a large number from the Senior class. The greatest event of the year was the very successful play, “Peg O’ My Heart.” Now our high school days are over. The old class will split up, and may be separated from one another by many miles. However, I am sure no distance can erase the feeling which was contracted between us as classmates, and we will always remember our high school days as the happiest days of our lives. —Darrell Wesson.

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 % Reflectors SENIOR CLASS WILL ANI) PROPHECY The Will— We, the Seniors of Sandwich Township High School, Class of 1930, having done our utmost and having been fully convinced how utterly hopeless our case has been, is, and will be, have discarded all cherished hopes of living to a ripe old age and are calmly awaiting our timely death. However, we intend to die with a clear conscience therefore, we are drawing up a last will and testament so that our survivors will not quarrel over our amassed wealth namely, a bad reputation and an ability to just get through. To the teachers of S. T. H. S. we leave a profound feeling of peace and quiet, and only hope that the overwhelming quiet will not drive them to distraction. We will come back once a month to run around the halls and make a lot of noise so as to break our passing easily. To the Juniors we will our high standing in grades. We know how few the Juniors ha e on the Honor Roll, and believe that with our help they will come in for fourth place. To the Sophomores we bequeath our skill in athletics—both girls and boys. We feel that if the Sophomores had just a little bit more help, they would do very well. Therefore, we are unselfishly extending our help to them. To the Freshmen we will our overwhelming dignity. The dear little Freshmen would never get along without the supreme examples set them of the dignity of the Seniors and, since we no longer need it, we delight in giving it to the darling freshmen. I, Gurnie Anderson, leave my quiet disposition to Alice Whiteis. I, Marjorie Anderson, bequeath my curls to Margaret Hodgson. I, Florence Barrows, give my dignity and reserve to Virdelle Wesson. I, Gladys Cortright, bestow my affinity for red hair to Edna Nelson. I, Lloyd Fritsch, do cheerfully give my nickname, “Horse,” to Lawrence Fanning. I, Betty Ballou, leave my delight and success in vamping to Bessie Spach. I, Daniel Ballou, bequeath to Leon Wood my carefree disposition, also my position as comedian in S. T. H. S. I, Jessie Johnson, leave my ability to flirt to Dorothy hritsch. I, Katherine Knights, leave my powder, lipstick, rouge, etc., to Helen Johnson. I, Kenneth Erwin, bequeath to Stanley Hagen, my fascination for work. I, Charles Creascy, bestow on Alfred Puhan my everlasting grin. I, Louise Bernhardt, wish that the balance in our class treasury be used to buy gum that may be used for the next typing class, said gum to be placed in care of Lillie Larson. I, Mildred Converse, will my dainty manners to Grace Voris. 1, Russell Cooper, leave my basketball suit to Palmer Erford, with the hope that it will not need altering. I, Douglas Graves, bequeath my love for under-classmen to Alfred Woodward. I, Edith Brownfield, do leave my success as a chorus girl to Katherine Potter. I, Katherine Cramer, w ill my handbook of instructions on “How to Rob the Cradle” to Eleanor Stolp. I, Leo Hutter, bequeath my ability to talk in English class to Robert Gengler. I, Helen Huth, leave a huge donation to the library. I am giving all of my letters from Budd, filed neatly and according to type needed, and a book on how to use them, to be used as a reference (by boys, of course) on how to write genuine love letters. I, Martha Lundeen, leave my rattling good Ford to Lewis Coakes so that he can get to school on time each morning (that is, if he doesn't have a blowout). I, Cecelia Miller, leave my quiet, studious and dignified manners to Ellen Francis. I, Florence Newtson, will a lock of my hair to Frederic Schrader. I, Arthur Peterson, bequeath my quietness to Joe Hartman. Page 27