Sandwich High School - Reflector Yearbook (Sandwich, IL)

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In a changing world such as we live in. who can foretell what will happen three, five or ten years from now? Certainly not I. The following, then, is pure fantasy and pretension about that which will be happening to our class of '44 after we've left school and we're showing the world how to do it. Bea Cullison has a super job on a woman's magazine. She writes those sophisticated articles on what the glamour girl wears and what she should and shouldn't (but who doesn't?) do. Her weekly news broadcast to South America in Spanish telling the senoritas the same is fast becoming popular. The sponsor of Bea's program is a harderthan-nails businessman. He sells Helicopter gasoline and has amassed a neat fortune at only thirty-four. The Marvin Johnson Gasoline Company is doing well! Betty Anderson has found a position best suited to her abilities. She is the coach of the gym classes of an exclusive ladies' school in California. Her team won the Rose Bowl football game last year, the first women to attain such honor. The team wore purple jerseys with pleated pants and angelic round collars. Their accessories were bright pink. These outfits were designed by none other than Norma Jean Herman. Hoiman Models are sold in every unexclusive shop in Brooklyn. All her fortune goes for a philanthropic use, to keep a Home for Homeless Marines. Paul Shefveland was the first Marine-home-from-war to apply for admittance. He'd heard you didn’t have to do a thing all day if you didn't want to but he broke out when he discovered there was a league of pretty ex-U.S. Nurse Cadet Corps girls pestering a guy all the time. It seems a lot of patriotic S.T.H.S. girls had joined the U.S. Nurse Cadet Corp way back in war days. Now Mattie Bland, Dorothy Fischer, and Shirley Ford, back from war, are employed in Herman's Home for Homeless Marines. They buy all their groceries at Morris's Super Market, owned by Bernard Morris. The head clerk is none other than Maxine Datschefski who has graduated from the Royal Blue Store and is working in a city store now. Their groceries are strictly fresh. There's fresh beef from Jean Fanning's cattle ranch shipped in from Wyoming; fresh pork from Shirley Wahlgren's Pig Plantation in Somonauk; cultured asparagus ( every piece perfect ) from Stuart Phillip's Asparagus Acreage; and corn, great big golden ears, from Lewis Shultz's corn fields. Norman (Gub) Stahl raises specialized radishes on his farm and sells them at Morris's Super Market, too. It might look as if all our boys took to fanning, but there's still a lot who didn't. For instance, despite rumors to the contrary, Maurice (Moe) Worland is the new Ag.“ teacher back home at S.T.H.S. And it seems that more and more girls are taking up Ag. this year. Back to the city again we find that in every bookshop and library bright jacketed murder mystery novels , by George Gabriel are being read by everyone. Of course, every visitor to the city spends at least one night at the most popular night club there. The Wolves' Club. The owner, manager, and chief hostess is Evelyn Casner. In this same society cafe we find Dean Cortright who entertains nightly there doing practically anything. Just in case some wolf gets to howling too loud there’s a great big, brawny bouncer John Kell. He used to be a bouncing baby and now he's a bouncing brutes. In the downtown business section, Florence Marts and Ruth Sandoval have secretarial jobs. Flo works for a big executive formerly from Rollo, Illinois and seems to be enjoying her work a great deal. Ruth holds a position on a popular magazine as a secretary. Joyce Keslinger is teaching English in Johnstown, South Carolina, and trying to get the Southern belles to say dear instead of deah . In case you ever tune in on your television radio set be sure to get station W W W, Chicago, 7:30 for That Mueller Boy starring Harold Mueller. Twice as funny with television. The announcer on this program is Lawrence Hanson. He takes up ten minutes of That Mueller's Boy's time to loudly proclaim the praises cf perfumed cooking oil; So your kitchen will always smell like flowers and never like food. Oh, yes, we have another gym teacher in our class. Florence Selan spends all and every day in the gym at Chicago's South Side High School. Jack Cain is a hard, tough sports commentator. He broadcasts all the big baseball and football games and prize fights. He boxes himself and has some honors in the amateur rounds. Thelma Casner has a good job, cooking and cleaning and all the other tasks of housekeeping. We have to have one home body in the crowd! If you're strictly Park Avenue with a big bank account and an ache or pain you can get cured by Dr. Bruce Hough. Society patients only. His clientele can pay and do they have to pay! His snooty reception nurse is white-uniformed Agnes Jensen. To get past her bring your lawyer. A wonder in the operating room—cool, detached, efficient. Stopping off to see Jack Duvick at Niagara Falls, and we've completed the Senior Class of '44. Poor Jack! He isn't such a success I guess. He conducts sightseeing trips to art galleries, museums, libraries, etc., at Niagara Falls. He says business is terrible! Quite a class we turned out to be!

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Senior Will We the Senior Class of 1944 of S. T. H. S. being of slightly sound mind and memory do make, publish, and declare this almost last will and testament, in manner and form as follows: I, Jack Cain, leave my position as captain on the football team to the Marrs boys—both of them. I, Betty Anderson, leave Ag. classes to Ruth Eade, long may she farm. I, Harold Mueller, leave my bashfulness to Dean Bagg. I, Agnes Jensen, leave our little red ford to someone in the Junior Class— Am I kidding? I, Lewis Shultz, leave that certain Junior girl to whomever wants her—for the moment at least. I, Shirley Ford, leave my tall stature to Irene Fitzpatrick. I, Maurice Worland, leave my way with the women to Everett Kinsel. I, Normal Stahl, leave my position as paper boy on Thursdays to someone with good legs (long may he run). I, Shirley Wahlgren, leave my job at John's to Doris Minnich—be sure and clean the back room. I, Joyce Keslinger, leave my scholastic attainment to Harold Coakes. I, Bruce Hough, leave my unmussed hair to Donald Eldred. I, Marvin Johnson, leave my wavy hair to Warren Greenwood. I, Lawrence Hanson, leave the girls in Spanish class to some fellow who can talk louder and faster than they. I, Evelyn Casner, leave my job at the News Stand to Deloise Schorsch. I, Jack Duvick, leave my crew cut to Gilbert Blankenship. I, Bea Cullispn, leave my ability to play Boogie-Woogie to Patty Larson. I, Mattie Bland, leave my red hair to Sherrilyn Kell. I, Dorothy Fischer, leave my job as typist for almost everyone, to some nimblefingered freshman. I, Jean Fanning, leave my straight forward attitude to Loretta Keenan. I, Norma Jean Herman, leave my blether in high school to win basketball games. I, John Kell, leave my back seat in study hall at noon to Bev. Faber and Kent Goldbranson. I, Paul Shefveland, leave my collection of feminine scalps to Hoiman . I, Stuart Phillips, leave my Reo to Betty Lobdell. I, Florence Marrs, leave my little shoes to Jerry Jaffe. I, Bernard Morris, leave my cornet to Bob (lippy) Scott. I, Maxine Datschefski, leave my side-line coaching to Miss Boyce. I, Dean Cortright, leave my collection of pennies to Dick Cain. I, George Gabriel, leave my ability in getting to Chemistry class late to Gene Hage. I, Ruth Sandoval, leave 150 W.P.M. letters to Nancy Ryder.

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Senior Class president. Marvin Johnson left us kiddies mid year to help out Uncle Sam. Lewis Schultz took over and proved to be a capable head nurse maid. Top Row: M. Johnson. N. Obenhaus. B. Koehler. Third Row: E. Casner. B. Anderson. J. Keslinger. J. Jaffe. Second How: A. Jensen. M. Bland. M. Weber. J. Randall. L. Schultz. First Row: Miss Krauser. B. Cullison. S. Ford. D. Fischer. B. Faber. R. Sandoval. I'Reflector Staff Members of this staff don't know the meaning of: Take it easy, take your time, take your time, do it with ease. Instead it's: Get it in, get it in, now, if you please! Just picture it! The writers sitting around waiting for brainstorms, the typists rockin' those Royals, Margie Weber, our gifted cartoonist, decorating the pages with co-ed comics, the business staff thinking of new painless ways to extract moola from the local inhabitants, and the photographers singing Wait 'till the Sun Shines, Teacher, in answer to Miss Krauser's plea for pictures. Seriously, though, Edwin Eide deserves a big Thank you for his splendid help this year. Practically all those candid classroom scenes were snapped by Edwin. The first time students become annual-conscious is when Mr. Dayton comes to photograph them and school is practically a holiday; but every Friday, eighth hour, behind the commercial room door everything is definitely hush-hush, and get those articles in. We ve racked our brains and here's the result. 17lay 26—(graduation, cfhe end of a long and memorable journey. JUiead of us — the crossroads.