Warrensburg Latham High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Warrensburg, IL)

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([CARDINAL)) We had landed in the field directly north of it. Full of excitement, I climbed out and started toward town, almost running. As I turned the corner at the main street, in a great rush, I collided with a tall, strongly built young man and would have fallen had he not caught me. Looking up, I gazed straight into the face of Orval Robinson, the one person farthest from my thots. I was so surprised that for a moment I just stared, until I finally gained my balance. Then I started plying him with questions, what was he doing, how long he had been here and everything I could think of to ask him. He told me that for two years he had been head mechanic at the Warrensburg Canning Company and had good prospects of staying for many years to come. During this time we had been slowly walking toward my old home. Jerry and I visited until the next day, then again started on our way. We rode until about evening when he turned in his seat and told me we would have to land, as there was something wrong with the engine. After some time, he found a landing place and we descended again. It seemed to be a suburb of a city as we could see various smoke stacks in the distance. We went to the road near by and were slowly walking toward the city, when a large car approached and stopped. The driver asked us if we should like to ride to town and we immediately accepted. After arriving in Denver, Colorado, as we afterward found the town to be, we asked the driver the way to the nearest garage. He drove us there and as he seemed to be such a friendly man we all went into the garage. When we reached the light I turned and looked at our good friend who had driven us to the city and found to my amazement that it was Paul Waggoner, another of my classmates and in my graduating class from High School at Warrensburg, Illinois. We talked for a while and Paul told me that he was on a pleasure trip at the present, before the next session of Congress, as he was State Senator from Illinois. We did not have long to converse, as Jerry and I had to be on our way, so after getting the aeroplane repaired we again started. The rest of our trip was uneventful and on the next day we arrived in Los Angeles, California. As I planned to visit here, Jerry returned to Washington, D. C. On the second day of my arrival my friends were taking me to see the city. I wished to visit the James Marion University, so in a short time we found ourselves in the beautiful building. My friends especially urged that we visit one English class because of the fame of this English instructor. After listening to this famous instructor for probably fifteen minutes, I recognized in her, certain traits of some old friend, when at last it came to me that it was Katherine Albert, my old school chum at Warrensburg. After class we had quite an enjoyable talk. As I went to my hotel that evening, I pondered upon my miraculous meeting with all of my old classmates and wondered at their success. Then my thots turned to myself, how I had climbed from a third class stenographer to private secretary to our renowned president, G. L. Orr. Myra Kretzer. Twenty-five

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(CARDINAL)) SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY One warm July day in 1935, as I was slowly walking up toward the business section of Washington, D. C., I chanced to look up and saw an aeroplane slowly descending. When it got just above the top of the business houses, with a swift lunge, it started to ascend again. Just then 1 noticed millions of little bits of paper floating to the ground. One fell at my feet and for curiosity’s sake I stooped and picked it up. It was an advertisement of the new aeroplane which had come to the city, giving a complete list of prices for rides. I slipped the card into my pocket and went on my way. A few days later the card fell from my pocket and when I glanced at it, a feeling of adventure came to me. I was determined now to ride in one of these aeroplanes. My two months vacation began on the following Monday, so I decided on a coast to coast trip. As I had relatives in California, I immediately wrote them a letter telling the time when I thought I could arrive, and sent my baggage ahead. Having made all necessary arrangements, on Monday morning at 8:00 o’clock, I went down to the field from which I was to start. I waited for a few minutes when I noticed the aviator coming toward me. When he became near enough, whom should I recognize but Jeremiah Slonaker, one of my old classmates. Jerry and I had graduated together in 1925 from the W. C. H. S. in Warrensburg, Illinois. Jerry was as much surprised as I over our meeting and we began talking over old times, and what we had done for the past ten years. In this way almost two hours slipped by before we thought of the trip. So immediately we climbed in the aeroplane and were soon on our way. Like Jerry, I had not been in Warrensburg for several years, so we planned to stop for a day and see old friends and visit home. Much to my surprise, Jerry told me that he had been in Ohio for three years serving duty as an aviator for the Walker Aeroplane Company. I let my thots drift and about six o’clock that evening, I noticed we were slowly descending. Supposing that there was engine trouble, I became greatly alarmed. We landed in a field and Jerry jumped out. Turning to ask him what was wrong, I glanced up and found myself looking at a beautiful brick structure surrounded by trees and shrubs. The scene seemed familiar when, as if a bomb had exploded near me, I came to the realization of the fact that this was the school building from which I had graduated back in 1925. Twenty-four

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JUNIOR CLASS Top Row (left to right)—Everett Pease, Virgil Schroeder, Earl Rau, Archie Spitzer, Frank James, Herbert Kerwood, Merritt Pease. Middle Row—Mary Waggoner, Helen Crossman, Rena Rogers, Ruth Gillen, Lucile Lehn, Olive Buckley, Margaret Eyman, Thelma Garrett. Lower Row—James Eyman, Mildred Dietrich, Winnifred Pease, Maude Dietrich, Martha Albert, Craig Waller. (Charles Hall, not in picture.) JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY Three full years of trials, failures, and successes, go to make this, our class history, interesting. We feel that our High School life is like a drama, and so it shall be here represented. Act I Time, 1922-23 The curtain rises on twenty-four new Freshmen assembling at the High School. Each is dazzled by the glitter of High School life and overwhelmed by the dignified air of the place. Slowly the mysteries of Algebra and Latin are unfolded to them and soon the needed adjustments are made. The first eventful social feat of the season was a weiner roast staged at the Lehn home. The Freshies display, in a splendid manner, their ability to entertain. All through the first year the Freshmen show their unusual aptitude until, at the close, their names have been set in startling letters upon the annals of the school. Twenty-six