Sandwich High School - Reflector Yearbook (Sandwich, IL)

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%ReelectoR ° I, Glendon Potter, leave my musical ability to George Skinner. 1, Ida Rickert, bequeath to Charlotte Southwick all my ambition. I, Robert Stolp, do leave my manly ways to Jack Flynn. I, Joyce Sherman, do bestow upon Myrtle Rogers my popularity with the sterner sex. Handle with care. Myrtle. I, Harley Travis, leave my retiring disposition and terror of anything feminine to Pete Massat. I, Martha Tuttle, bequeath my fairy-like ways to Edna Martin. I, Darrell Wesson, will two pigs to Thorval Johnson. I, Marion Wilson, being an unusual, unselfish girl, and willing to spread sunshine, give to the public my remedy of “How to make slender persons plump.” I, Donald Dean, bequeath to anyone who will accept it, my histrionic gifts. Most important dates can be found in my Chemistry Book. I, Florence Smithers, will five inches of my extra height to Jean Thompson. We, Carl Scent and Arthur Dalstel, do leave our good report cards to Howard Rschenberg and Lester Claude. You may need them, children. I, Margaret Lindvall, do leave my ability for talking in assembly to Alda Miller. And to this, our last w ill and testament, we the Seniors, do attach our seal, declaring it wholly legal and signed in the presence of Harold D. Carnahan as witness. —Margaret Lindvali. Kathkrini Knights The Prophecy Paris, France June 1, 1945 Dear Old Snake-Eye: How’s the old snake-charmer anyhow: I just recovered from a slight concussion of the dome caused by falling off Eiffel Tower. Those things do happen, you know. However, I was content in the hospital. Betty Ballou was my nurse and Edith Brownfield my manicurist. Both of their names now end in “ski.” 1 guess the old world isn’t so small after all, is it? During my convalescence I went to a movie and in the vaudeville I saw the famous Anderson sisters. 1 enjoyed their dances immensely. Last time I was in Paris I stayed at the Ritzmore Hostelry. I was very intimate with the chief bouncer, who was my old schoolmate, Russell Cooper. For sake of variety, Russ and I went to a magician’s tent. Here we found Florence Barrows successfully hypnotizing many people. On the way home we rode the tramway, and whom should we sec Page 28 but Carl Scent as conductor. While we chatted about obi times, a dog was killed by the car. Immediately, the president of the society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals appeared, and we were surprised to find him to lx Daniel Ballou. You asked me what became of Katherine Cramer. She is conducting a French school for wealthy American tourists. After leaving Paris I went to Lyons to visit the silk industry. There, imagine my surprise to find Louise Bernhardt head of a silk weaving department! She told me that Gladys Cort-right used all the silk in her exclusive silk dress shop at Paris. Louise seems to be making money. I took a plane to Greece. I couldn’t miss that old, romantic country after all I had studied about it in ancient history. I dropped into a Greek confectionery. To my amazement, I found Mildred Converse waiting on tables. She liked working for Greeks so well that she left America for the real thing. Well, I must leave now for Valencia. Hope to see you soon. Aloysius.

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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

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%ReelectoR ° Monte Carlo, Italy June 13, 1945 Mv Most Beloved Aloysius: Since my departure from New York, to this day, many things have happened, both unexpected and alarming. This morning when the daily paper was brought to me, I was quite astonished to find that Arthur Dalstel, the Duke of Abyssinia, having returned from his boyhood home, is reported to have eloped with Florence Smithers, the well-known Duchess of Gorganzola. They are honeymooning in I rkutsk, Siberia. Her father is in hot pursuit on his camel train, followed by his noble assistant, Charles Creasev, who is known all over the world for his ability in training boa-constrictors. Donald Dean has begun a chain of bologna stores in Vienna, Berlin, and Hamburg, with Darrell Wesson as assistant, on account of his experience with hogs. On my arrival at Monte Carlo, my firs? acquaintance was with Sir Glendon Potter, the successful manager of the roulette tables at the Casino. Due to the many riots and killings, Sir Robert Stolp thought it a great place for his flower business. He has acquired the aid of Ida Rickert, the well-known paint artist in preparing attractive window displays on the main drag. During the initial excitement I was bounced upon by the mob and, upon returning to consciousness, beheld myself in the arms of Joyce Sherman, the city chiropractor. During the following week the city was entertained by the world’s latest trapeze artists, Pierre and Prudence, otherwise known as Harley Travis and Martha Tuttle. Brother Scotchman, our nationality are few down here. On ending this epistle, I continue to look about as an insectarian. The Prophet Ezekiel. Venezuela, South America June 5, 1945 Dear Ezekiel: Since I left New York I have been busv chasing snakes in Venezuela. A1 left New York with us and I hear that he is traveling all over Europe as a war correspondent for the Sandwich Free Press. Lloyd Fritsch has surely brought fame to our class in horse racing, too, hasn’t her I hear that this year he won the Kentucky Derby in the fastest time it has ever been run. I saw a friend of mine from Paris, and he tells me that Douglas Graves sets the styles for the world by what he wears. He’s a modern Beau Brummel. Helen Huth is pining away for men with big feet and black hair. They tell me she’s a sailor’s sweetheart. Leo H utter, the champion raiser of Rose-comb roosters, says that his success is due to Mr. Eade’s teaching. Jessie Johnson, who was one of the women evangelists in Moodie’s Tabernacle, is now head master of a religious colony at Northville. I saw Katherine Knights the other day, and have since hired her as a typist. Boy, she can typewrite faster than I can talk about my pet subject, “snakes.” Aloysius must have seen Martha Lundeen in Paris. I’ve seen pictures of her as the leading dancer in “The Paris Follies.” Margaret Lindvall is still around Sandwich, isn’t she: I heard that she married a Swede and settled down on a farm. Cecelia Miller is busy in Argentina now. She is the chief buyer for Pillsbury Flour Company. Florence Newtson is working as a stenographer in the S. M. I haven’t heard much about Arthur Peterson. I don’t know, but I think he has a fleet of 3,000 taxicabs in New York City. He surely must have a taxi business in that case. Don’t forget that I’m always anxious to hear about the rest of the members of the Class of ’30—so w rite soon. “Snake-Eyf.” Crkasf.y Kenneth Erwin Carl Scent Charles Crkasf.y Page 29