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

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§§ v Ml The Walnut Tree deep crimson just like she did when a girl. The bus rolled on and this amusing sight passed out of view. 1 It was nearly four o’clock when I left the bus so I decided to visit the stock yards. On my way I noticed a huge brick edifice, which was the home for aged women. Upon looking at a bulletin in front of the building I read that Gineth Glafka was the matron of the home. Her record showed that she had been there ten years and was very strict and orderly with the women. When I arrived at my destination, the huge pens of livestock interested me; while I was looking at the cattle, I was accosted by a woman wearing a huge sombrero and a khaki riding habit. She was almost brown from the sun, but when I saw her smile I knew immediately that it was Alene Strouss. Alene owned a great ranch in Arizona and was in Chicago with a trainload of stock. I was somewhat taken back at Alene’s vocation, but I congratulated her and after bidding her goodbye, I hurried back to the main part of the city to have dinner before leaving. CJ At five o’clock I entered the Drake hotel to tidy up a bit for dinner and the manager proved to be Thomas Downs. After relating some of the days’ happy experiences to him, I inquired where one could get a good meal. Thomas recommended the “Dance Until Dawn” Night Club as a fine place to have dinner. After a fine dinner in this beautiful place I was leisurely preparing to leave, when a ravishing blues singer came strolling over to my table. I was not prepared for this and attempted a hasty exit, but she would not let me go. When she whispered into my ear she was Bernice Black, I was greatly astounded. She had changed a great deal since school days and seemed quite a woman of the world. After talking with Bernice a short time, I knew the time for my departure was growing near, so I left the Night Club and started for Union Station. Cf I had decided to return to Walnut on the faithful little train that had been the same ever since I could remember. When I reached the station it was just train time and as I was purchasing my ticket a “red cap” seized my parcels and hurried toward the train. I hastily followed him until he had deposited my packages and found a seat for me in the coach. As I gave him a quarter “tip,” I looked at him and almost fainted—it was Harry Whitver. Quickly snatching the quarter back, I handed him a five dollar bill and told him to give “the little woman and the kiddies” a treat. Harry protested at this, but I pushed the money into his hand and the train started to move, so he was forced to get off. The train slowly moved forward and I settled back into my seat for the journey. I was going home, happier than I had been for years—going home to help another class graduate and scatter over the face of the earth! W = 1 9 3 0 '- Page iioenty-fouv

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jSky - - 0l The Walnut Tree ■ -J01 ceived Valda Epperson working in Woolworth’s “Five and Ten Cent” store. Valda started to say something, but was called by the manager and had to hurry away. | Then, noticing a group of people hurrying into a great cathedral, I learned that a great evangelist was speaking there. Wishing to catch a glimpse of him, I hastened into the building, and there speaking to the people stood the world’s most famous evangelist, Ormond Gerbitz. I was simply stunned and my astonishment increased much more, when Alden Mungor, piano player for Ormond, sat down and played several popular tunes in a regular “rag time” fashion. Listening to Ormond a few moments, I heard him praise Ovanda Cook for the wonderful missionary work she was doing among heathens in western China. Since the time was short until the races, I left the cathedral for the airport. CJ A voice calling my name from the street startled me and looking toward the source I saw Dale Exner sweeping the street. Dale stated that he had taken the job as street sweeper, because his finances had suffered a depression. Feeling sorry for him, I suggested we have a bite in a nearby barbecue stand. We found the owner to be Ethel Kruse, who was thus consoling herself after an unhappy marriage. 1 As I passed a huge theatre a sign entitled “Alice Parsons in ‘Passionate Love’ ” caught my eye. Before giving the air races a thought, I hurried into the theatre with the intention of seeing Alice act. The play was rather absurd but I enjoyed the chance to see an old friend again. On my way out of the theatre, I bumped into a man and when I turned to excuse myself, I beheld Verner Birkey dressed in the latest styles. Verner informed me that he had been very successful with his home for stray cats and dogs. He was furnishing many of the Chicago meat markets with weiners and bologna and the leading fur corporations were soliciting his trade. CJ When Verner had gone I realized that it was too late to attend the International Air Races, so I determined to go joy riding on a bus. As I boarded the bus I heard a familiar voice and turning I looked into the face of Raymond Ross, who was calling streets and taking tickets. He had no time to talk then, but told me to look w'ho was riding in the front of the car. I made my way along to the front and there in a handsome sailor suit sat Ivan Peach. Ivan was going back to Walnut and marry some quiet little woman who would make a home for him. Riding along through the park Ivan called my attention to a nurse maid sitting on a bench flirting with three policemen. When we came closer, we recognized the nurse maid as Jane Birkey. Jane looked up and blushed a W------------------' 1 9 3 0 Page twenty-three

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jlfcc— | The Walnut Tree Senior Class Will E, the members of the Senior Class of the Walnut Community High School, in the Township of Walnut, in the County of Bureau and State of Illinois, all being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking all former wills by us made. Section One . , . Bequests to the Faculty 1. To Mr. Melton, we do bequeath a Senior Class having no troubles nor disputes. 2. To Miss Anderson, we do bequeath a gentleman cousin fond of huge red roses. 3. To Mr. Ingels, we do bequeath a copy of the song, “Smiles.” 4. To Mrs. Glassburn, we do bequeath a book of new jokes to crack. 5. To Mr. Fagan, we do bequeath a prescription against drowsiness and naps in History class. 6. To Miss Strouss, we do bequeath another boy friend like Ormond Gerbitz. 7. To Miss White, we do bequeath our regular church attendance. 8. To Mr. Hatland, we do bequeath a book entitled “How to Speak to an Audience.” 9. To Miss Ostlund, we do bequeath a copy of the book, “Meals for Banquets.” Section Two . . . Bequests to Classes 1. To the Juniors, we do bequeath all our unpaid bills. 2. To the Sophomores, we do bequeath our unique ideas for the assembly programs. 3. To the Freshmen, we do bequeath all desires to play “hookey.” Section Three . . . Individual Bequests 1. I, Ovanda Cook, do bequeath my beautiful soprano voice to Clifford Farrell. 2. I, Dale Exner, do bequeath my charming personality to Viona Bullington. 3. I, Raymond Ross, do bequeath my athletic form to Virginia Quilter. 4. I, Alice Parsons, do bequeath my fine Sunday School record to Harry Stewart. 5. I, Grace Britt, do bequeath my skill at piano playing to Paul Anderson. 6. I, Inez Langford, do bequeath my good deportment grades to Cullen McGonigle. 7. I, Harry Whitver, do bequeath my “it” to Elton Conley. Hr j j 1930 W - — Page tiventg fwe