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

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Senior History As forty proverbially green Freshmen we trooped into High School in a mood of awe and trepidation in September, 1947. We didn’t want to show that we were scared, and consequently we showed it more than ever. After the horrors of Freshmen Initiation, we finally settled down to studying a little bit and getting acquainted. Practically everyone joined at least one organiza- tion and many of the boys went out for sports. Before the end of the year we were all sure that our years spent in High School would be the best years of our lives. When school opened the following term we came back with an air of confidence and familiarity. At the Christmas party we gave a one-act play entitled Pop Reads the Christmas Carol.” It was directed by Miss Hostler, our class advisor. Regardless of the opinion of anyone else we thought it was a huge success. During our third year, we were still busier. Studies were getting harder and we entered into more activities. The end of the year found us still intact, however, and very proud of our achievements. The Junior Class play, “The Perfect Idiot,” went over with a bang under the able direction of Miss Hostler. Planning the Prom for the Seniors was also our task and cooperating with the Latham and Kenney Juniors, we had what we thought was a fine Prom at Hotel Orlando in Decatur. Last fall found thirty-two of us back in W.L.H.S. as dignified and stately seniors. Our class included several new faces because of the consolida- tion of Latham and Warrensburg into one school. The Seniors who came from Latham were: Frances Maske, Willa Mae Centers, Roger Bailey, Dean Cates, and Lloyd Austin. We chose Ann Rotz as President; Bob Hazelrigg as Vice- President; Willa Mae Centers, Secretary, and Harold Janvrin as Treasurer. The Senior play cast and Miss Matson heaved a sigh of relief after the last per- formance of their play, “Just Ducky,” for which two performances were given so everyone could see it. PARTING THOUGHTS The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter’s bell: A moment yet the actor stops, And looks around, to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task; And when he’s laughed and said his say, He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that’s anything but gay.