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

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 c::sc::sc::3c: THE WALNUT TREE cx::ac ac 3g I. Raymond Dick, do bequeath my ability as cheer leader to Ward Fisher. I, Lloyd Espel, do bequeath my loud laugh to Viona Buffington. 1, Richard Brewer, do bequeath mv ability to get Sunday night dates to Stanley Sorenson. 1. Orion Dullinger, do bequeath my auburn curls to Melvin Husemati. I, Ruth Forney, do bequeath my ability as a journalist to Harold Foss. 1. Enid Mae Peterson, do bequeath my nervousness to Harry Whitver. I, Helen McGonigle, do bequeath my pianistic abilities to Loyal Wallace. 1, Edna Glaze, do bequeath my knowledge and organizing ability to Carl Kiser. 1, Everett Pope, do bequeath my aviation enthusiasm and knowledge to Claude Langford. I, Elvin Fordham, do bequeath my Sheffield dates to Verner Burkey. I, Marvin Stone, do bequeath my rosy blushes to Virginia Quilter. 1. Nina Mae Glaze, do bequeath my pep and high spirits to Marvin Buckner. I. Irin Carol White, do bequeath my job at the Atlantic and Pacific to Ovanda Cook. I. Marian Schuvf, do bequeath my energy to Edward Lauritzen. 1, Helen Baumgartner, do bequeath mv stately height to Marjorie Langford. I, Dorothy Hoge, do bequeath my sunny disposition to Gordon Norden. I, William Ohda, do bequeath my ability to drive a car to Alice Parsons. I, Dorothy Whitver, do bequeath my talkativeness to Grace White. Signed and sealed by the said Seniors of ’29 Kc: :3c::scrsc::acisc: 19 2 9 :ac scz3cr3Ersc::aK Page twenty-two

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:o:c::cc::sc::2c: THE WALNUT TREE CCEi'SaErs acrafg SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the members of the Senior Class of Walnut High School in the Township of Greenville, in the County of Bureau, and State of Illinois, all being of sound mind and memory do hereby make, publish, and declare the following to be our Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all former w ills and testaments by us made. We do hereby direct that the following bequests be carried out to execute this our Last Will and Testament: First: To our highly-respected Faculty we do bequeath another stu- dious and well-behaved Senior Class. Second: To the Junior Class we do bequeath our prestige, dignity and other Senior qualities, which we are supposed to have, and all our debts, however small or great. Third : To the Sophomore Class we do bequeath our high scholarship standing and the right to domineer the Freshmen. Fourth: To the Freshman Class we do bequeath our knowledge of school affairs, our ability to get around the building without getting lost and our comparative quietness in the study halls. Fifth : To those whom we consider most worthy each and every one of us does bequeath whatever lie can possibly spare: 1, Jeff Livey, do bequeath my athletic abilities to Eugene Johnson. I. Emma Carter, do bequeath my love of study to Mary Warrington. I, Jeannalee Brown, do bequeath my silence to ina Peterson. 1. Lucille Alshouse, do bequeath my butterfly skirt to Elsie Vick. I, Harvey McKinney, do bequeath my excess height to John Ohda. I. Kenneth Hoffman, do bequeath my agricultural knowledge to Donald Langford. i. George Taylor, do bequeath my daily slumbers to Maxine Hall. [o]c::sc::sc ;sc::3c ;sc: 19 2 9 :scxsc::aEZ3cr3cxaK Page twenty-one

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ggczoczaEgaB THE WALNUT TREE c:E:acxac a:o] MEMOIRS OF EDNA GLAZE Early one bright August morning, since the children of the orphans’ home of which I had been matron for several years had not been called to breakfast, 1 decided to take a short walk. 1 went through the little town to the postoffice, for I was expecting a letter from home, when who should I meet but Elvin Fordham, our old Senior Class president, whom 1 hadn’t seen since graduation time in '29. Of course we were both greatly surprised and he decided to walk back to the Home with me, stating that perhaps I could help him with some things which had long puzzled him concerning our widely scattered classmates. Elvin was slightly gray, but still the gay gentleman of high school days. He had been reporting several years for Eddie Wilson’s sixteen-page daily in dear old Walnut, but was now on a short vacation. While on this short trip he had been trying to find out what our Class was doing so that he could write it up for the Leader when he got back. As we walked along he told me about those whom he had kept in touch with and whom he had heard about, and then asked if J knew anything concerning the others. Several of our number had remained in Walnut as a base for their life work. Emma Carter, always a good student, had been principal of W. H. S. ever since Mr. Melton had been unable to continue his work there and was as greatly liked by everyone in general as that estimable gentleman had been. Willie Ohda hadn’t been able to make his old flivver go far out of Walnut so he still tears around the streets picking up all the pretty girls to give them a ride. Raymond Dick had become fond of farm life, probably because of his taste of it during high school days. So now he and his wife, who was Marian Schuyf. have a prosperous stock farm near growing Normandy. The remainder of the class was scattered over the face of the earth. Dorothy Whitver had followed her big brother’s ambitions and was now designing in Chicago. Marvin Stone had married Dorothy Hoge and expected to work for his brother and quietly live with him. But Dorothy thought differently. She didn’t like the farm any more and soon left it and Marvin. Nothing more was heard of her for several years. She was then found in an old people’s home. Marvin tried to drown his disappointment in jazz, and is still leading a jazz orchestra in Chicago. He and Dorothy seem to be real good pals. A few years after graduating, Enid Peterson had in some way won a beauty contest (we think her personality had something to do with it) and [c :c::3c::3cz:=c::acxsc: 19 2 9 agraesasraczaEag Page twenty-three