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

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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

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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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The Walnut Tree ffcw Ml 8. I, Verner Birkey, do bequeath my flaxen locks of hair to Grace Hunter. 9. I, Mildred Parlier, do bequeath my “paper route” to Kenneth Edson. 10. I, Donald Langford, do bequeath my egotistical ways to Irene Wolfe. 11. I, Evadell Anderson, do bequeath my fair complexion to Hazel Dyche. 12. I, Imogene Ross, do bequeath my “boyish bob” to Patti Wolfe. 13. I, Goi'den Norden, do bequeath my extreme stature to James Nauman. 14. I, Jane Burkey, do bequeath my rosy blushes to Owen Fordham. 15. I, Clarence Tornow, do bequeath my stately walk to Eleanor Pope. 16. I, Ivan Peach, do bequeath my oratorical ability to Clarence Bohm. 17. I, Valda Epperson, do bequeath my ability to capture the hearts of “out of town” men to Elsie Vick. 18. I, Dick Ross, do bequeath my “pigeon toes” to Everett Kruse. 19. I, Alene Strouss, do bequeath my beaming smiles to LaVerna Epperson. 20. I, Arthur Gallentine, do bequeath my numerous “Sunday night dates” to Harold Tornow. 21. I, Gineth Glafka, do bequeath my authentic dancing ability to August McCoy. 22. I, Thomas Downs, do bequeath by broad sense of humor to Eleanor Lyons. 23. I, Alden Mungor, do bequeath my dignified ways to Donald Brewer. 24. I, Alice Keithahn, do bequeath my ceaseless energy to Loyal Wallace. 25. I, Edna Wallace, do bequeath my dainty figure to Grace White. 26. I, Ormond Gerbitz, do bequeath my affection for the ladies to Ellsworth Huseman. 27. I, Bernice Black, do bequeath my soft, gentle voice to Ina Peterson. 28. I, Melvin Huseman, do bequeath my toupee to Mr. Melton. 29. I, Ethel Kruse, do bequeath my long wavy hair to Arthur Wyberg. 30. I, Stanley Sorrenson, do bequeath my knowledge of football to Coach Ingels. 31. I. Edith Fordham, do bequeath my shyness and reserve to Virginia Keigwin. In Witness Whereof, we set our hand and seal this twenty-third day of May, A. D. 1930. 1 9 3 0 1 jg= Paqe twenty-six