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

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THE WALNUT TREE 27 ............................... He tells me that Bernice Hopkins married Lester Sprinkle and that they moved to some little town in the Kentucky mountains where they are as happy as they can be with ten kids to look after. Of course you have heard of Mamie Gramer’s meteoric rise to leadership in the Radical Party. She seems slated to be the next President. She’ll probably locate a fish hatchery at Walnut to boom the town. My niece, Arabella, returned from Paris about a month ago. She saw several people there that knew me. She bought the most stunning outfit at the Maison Louise. The proprietor is the nicest man, so Parisian, and is no other than Walter Baumgartner. His wife was Iona Odell and she is now his head designer in the establishment. Arthur Kruse is quite a power in the Latin Quarter where in his studio he turns out so many notable portraits. Quite a change from raising chickens, don’t you think? While I was in Walnut I got a letter from the governor of Hula Hula, some cannibal island, stating that the missionary Aaron Able and his wife, Laura Russell Able, had been unavoidably devoured at the last public festival. At the county fair this year there was a great flying circus. Agnes Kruse and Dorothy Plapp vied for honors as premiere aviatrices. While I was in Princeton I called to see Ted Keelen. You will remember that he bought the junk business of Abe Nathan and he has built it up quite wonderfully. At the same time he runs a nice little fruit store on the corner. Margaret Quilter makes him the nicest wife; she is so helpful in the business. Art took me to Dixon one night to see the show. The headliner was Fun and Dance by Frederick and Dremann. For second rate vaudeville Lovilla and Homer team up very well. We had quite a party after the show. Lovilla saw Louise in Omaha not so very long ago. Her husband has charge of the branch house of the McCloskey Paint Co. in that city. Louise has grown rather thin and austere with the passing years. Homer was arrested for speeding a week ago in Cleveland. The cop was Harold Paepke and the affair cost Homer $25 and costs. Kenneth Dahl is minister of the Christian Church at New Bedford, editor of the local paper, an alderman, and generally a power for good. Carl Nelson and Wilbur Sweetnam are prosperous farmers living north of town. Wilbur is township supervisor and Carl is slated to serve on the next term of grand jury. I nearly forgot to mention Elizabeth Pfund. She is the typical shop woman and conducts a prosperous milliner’s shop on Main Street. Poor Gertrude Britt was disappointed in love, became a man hater, and is now county secretary of the Y. W. C. A. Lourilee Carlson is married to the leading banker but at the same time she is superintendent of the grade schools. She is a very forceful woman and is leader in all civic affairs. I, also, have risen in the world. At the last election I was unanimously chosen dog-catcher of Wallawoosa. Popularity, however has not gone to my head. Does the chicken farm still prove profitable? I wish that I could see it for I have always been interested in the species. Well, it’s nine o’clock and way past bedtime, so I must close. Write soon. Sincerely, Donald Whitver. ....................... ................................................................................................... mi.......

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THE WALNUT TREE 26 13. I, Iona Odell, do bequeath my shuffle to Ruth Schuyf. 14. I, Harold Paepke, do bequeath my knowledge of biology to Adrian Bullington. 15. I, Elizabeth Pfund, do bequeath my vamping eyes to Irene Wiggum. 16. I, Dorothy Plapp, do bequeath my ability on the sax to Miss Hunter. 17. I, Margaret Quilter, do bequeath my brother’s neckties to Irvin Hasenyager. 18. I, Louise Ross, do bequeath my general good humor to Cecil Britt. 19. I, Laura Russell, do bequeath my curls to Gladys Nodine. 20. I, Lester Sprinkle, do bequeath my procrastination to Audrey Kiser. 21. I, Wilbur Sweetnam, do bequeath my sheik-looks to Elvin Ford- ham. 22. I, Glenn Wahl, do bequeath my athletic ability to Charles Brewster. 23. I, Donald Whitver, do bequeath my vocal ability to Harold Rudiger. SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Wallawoosa, Michigan, September 23, 1950. My dear Mr. Melton, Well, I took a long vacation this summer and went back home to Walnut. It was the first time that I had been back since I took that job of selling patent medicine way back in 1925. The old town looked just the same in 1950 as it had in 1925. The stores and houses had grown perhaps a little older and shabbier and the fences a wee bit dingier. The people, however, were just the same as they were when I knew them before. The ones I had known young had grown gray to take the places of their fathers and mothers and their own children now furnish the excitement that we used to supply. The three o’clock train pulled out and left me alone on the station platform, just a little weary and somewhat lost. As I waited for my niece I sawr a familiar figure, at least I thought it was familiar. On approaching closer I saw that it was Glenn Wahl, station master, telegraph operator, baggage smasher, janitor, and what not of the depot. He has aged most awfully in the last few years and he can scarcely get around now. He is very proud of his eldest son w’ho has just completed a four year course as full-back on one of the large college teams and is now a promising young stock broker. Arthur Fox is a perfect scream. He is proprietor of the Hotel Glenn. He is still quite small and has finally grown a set of chin whiskers. He wears glasses which continually slide to the end of his nose. I would say that he is the picture of the perfect bachelor.

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