University of Illinois High School - U and I Yearbook (Urbana, IL)

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Sepl. 29-The various classes mel lor lhe honorable elec- lion ol ollicers. Hmmm, we lhoughl lhere was a sur- prising amounl ol peanuls, candy, gum, and lhe like being passed around. We seem lo have some polen- lial polilicians in our midsl. Bill Engelhardl lhinks lhal he'II gel quile a bil oul ol his Senior year. He's class lreasurer, you know. Ocl. I-Miss Kramer has been reading loo many ol her library periodicals. She lhrealens lo carve lhis slogan over her door: Thinking allowed, bul nol aloud. Ocl. IO--The U and I slall made lhe Illinois Slale High School Press Conference a success. We saw a lew an- nuals lhal MAY compare wilh lhis one. They were lhe slale and nalional champion yearbooks. ll lhe slory we hear ol Mr. Hines is lrue, we may nol have him wilh us very long. Lasl nighl in a drug slore, lhis conversalion look place: Mr. Hines: You're sure one bollle will cure a cold? Clerk: ll musl, sir. Nobody's ever come back lor a second. Ocl. il-More Press Conlerence. lmpressing! Ocl. i4-The baskelball leam shall have lheir unilorms! Slarled lhe lickel-sale drive loday. Ocl. 20-The U and I Ad Supper was lun lonighl. We had red pepper seasoned wilh real Mexican chili. Cooks nor responsible lor lhe unavoidable resulls. lWe can hardly wail lo see lhis monlh's waler bill.l The cooks, by lhe way, were no olhers lhan Mrs. Hess and Miss Cameron. Thanks lo Chuck and Arl lor lhe mu- sical enlerlainmenl-lhe sleady shriek ol lin whislles accompanied lhe whole allair. ln previous years. lhe boys have washed lhe dishes aller lhe Ad Supper. This yearl Ocl. 23--ll il is lrue lhal energy is never deslroyed, whal becomes ol all lhe energy lhal Jim Harland uses in lalking? Rulh Ringland lound hersell in a melancholy mood loday. This is lhe way il allecled her: The grass and lrees can'l whisper. They're beaulilul, ol course: Bul who is lhere lo nolice lhem Among lhe rush and lorce? Page Ttvvnty-fiz'r'

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SepT. 26-DespiTe Mr. AlsTrom's aTTempT To remain un- noTiced during The assembly. he Tound himself very much in The !imelighT when his chair collapsed, sending him sprawling. Tom Phipps cleverly modernizes The village black- smiTh: Under The spreading chesTnuT Tree The village smiTh he saT. Oh Tell me, smiTh, I beg OT Thee, VXfhaT is iT Thou arT aT? The Tor-ge is cold, The spider bold lvlakes hay where once was heaT. Why dosT Thou Thus Thy cIienTs hold Upon The anxious seaT? Oli hasT Thou drunk, in ignorance, Some paralyzing poTion, Or hasT Thou overlooked, by chance, The poeTry oT moTion? I am a Union man, quoTh he, Speaking wiTh solemn joy. For TurTher inTormaTion see The spokesman I employ. l-laving This verbal arrow shoT, He glowered such a glare, I heard no more, I Tarried noT, BuT leTT him Then and There. . T The Sub-Freshmen seem To be Taring very well. This , conversaTion is said To have passed beTween Barbara Ann Garvey and The bus driver This morning: Driver: How old are you, Ii++Ie girl? Barbara Ann: IT The company oloesn'T obiecT, I pre- Ter To pay Tull Tare and To keep my own sTaTisTics. SepT. 28-One day Klaus Baer Tripped down Town aTTer school. ThaT evening he wroTe These impressions oT modern haTs: ' One day I sTopped beTore The window oT a de- parTmenT sTore. Above iT was wriTTen Gay haTs Tor Tall . The TirsT conTrapTion my eyes Tell f upon was a glaring red dish wiTh a green ice T cream cone on Top. Above This was a whiTe bird. From iTs bill hung a piece oT cIoTh. I T Turned around iusT in Time To keep Trom being crushed by a very TaT woman who also was hyp- noTized by The display. She wore on her Tace a dish upon which was piled a nosegay oT red violeTs and a bunch oT blue bananas. Turning back To The window, I saw a brighf yellow sTrap. Above iT was a li++Ie pink cuspidor. ouT oT which grew a pair oT green osTrich TeaThers. ln TronT oT The Tace was a veil. The only parT oT The head noT covered was The Top, where a sensible haT should siT. I Page Twenty-four

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...A lvlosT men are busy going: ThaT's all They ever do. Their liTe depends on rushing Things. There are, oh, very Tew Who realize The glory ThaT comes wiTh every rain, The beauTy oT a deep blue sky, I The sighing wind's reTrain, The deep and mysTic silence ThaT comes on winTer nighTs Wlfen moonbeams dance upon The snow-- These are The real delighTs. The someThing ThaT They Teel Then, ThaT makes Them seem so small- Some day They'll realize ThaT iT ls peace-iusT peace-ThaT's all. OcT. 3l-lmpromplu assemblies have always been our TavoriTes. Maybe The reason is ThaT They keep us guessing. Our legs would have reTused To budge iT we had been called upon To parTicipaTe in The quiz pro- gram, bui Franklin Baldwin cerTainly didn'T lose his nerve. l-le came ouT wiTh a Tree baskeTball TickeT Tor guessing The weighT oT a TuTure aThleTe, Billy Danielson. For once, The Teachers experienced being puT on The spoT, having To sing Row, Row, Row Your BoaT while aT The same Time adding a column oT Tigures. Mr. l-lowd almosT had a nervous collapse: Mr. Skinner's bariTone guavered piTiTully. As anyone mighT expecT, iT was Mr. I-larnish who concenTraTed on The Tigures. l-le reaped his reward, Too! Are you sure ThaT you de- served iT, Ivlr. l-larnish? f The Senior l-lallowe'en parTy wenT OTT wiTh a bang! Corn sTalks, pumpkin Taces, black caTs, wiTches, ghosTs, a harvesT moon, colored lighTs-all lenT an eerie aT- mosphere. Dancers were more Than delighTed wiTh The music oT Jack Kirk's orchesTra. A Tew oT The cosTumes kepT The onlookers in suspense unTil The very momenT The masks were removed. Wandalene Thompson, Rob- erT Reich, l-lelen Key, and Franklin Baldwin carried away rhe prizes. Page Tzcrmzty-:ia