Walnut High School - Walnut Tree Yearbook (Walnut, IL)

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24 THE WALNUT TREE iiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiw SENIOR CLASS HISTORY While in the grades, the class of ’25 did not prove to be any different than any other class. We played hookey, wrote notes, annoyed our studious classmates, were punished for our wrong doings, and, in short, did what other classes did before and after us. Then we entered high school. We received considerable attention during our Freshman year, not because we were more green than previous Freshmen, but because our number was rather large. The first thing we did was to break one of the rules of the school and enjoy a party on Thursday evening. Miss Blackburn, our English teacher, was determined that she had never witnessed such ignorance as we flaunted openly before her eyes. But in spite of our transgressions we arrived at the close of the year, very, very happy, and considerably wiser than we were at the beginning. As Sophomores, we did nothing unusual, except convince Miss Strong that we were the noisiest, meanest, and dumbest class in existence. While we were in our second year, we were neither beasts nor brutes nor simps nor saints, but just good-natured Sophs. Then came our Junior year. We were quite important, or thought we were. Although we did not always conduct ourselves as good Juniors should, we were, I think, not so bad as some who passed before us. We willingly helped our lower classmates and sneered at the lofty Seniors. As Seniors we occupied the center of the stage, not because we were better than our associates, but because we were Seniors. We are the last class who can say that we attended a whole year in the old school building. We are quite proud of that fact. We have tried to do good work while in high school, to respect our teachers, and our school, and to play fair. Soon we shall leave Walnut high for the world. As we go, we will take with us happy memories of the golden days spent within the doors of our high school, of lessons learned, and friendships formed that can never be broken. In the near future, we shall have passed on, and the class of ’25 will be a mere memory. But even then, though we are forgotten, we shall not have labored in vain. tuiiimiwiHnuiniiiiiiiiMuiuiuiiuiiiiiiiHiiiniunimiiiHiHwnHiiiuiiiiiiiiHiiiuHiHiiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiuiiiuiii'iniuiii'iiiiiiuiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiHiiiiiiiiuiiniiiiHiiiNiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuiiiiiiiiinHimHiiueiiinninnnm