Wheaton Academy - Compass Yearbook (Wheaton, IL)

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Rubber baby buggy bumpers. Bob Adolph reads fast as Orion Johnson holds an egg N over his head and Don Akens watches. 1 Modern art in the terrific program put on after the banquet by the two masters of cere ITIOFIICS This man wants to marry our daughter. Bob Mitchell and Orion Johnson confer as the king ond queen in o three act skit. if A -J C

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luniar-Seniar Banquet I Using the Academy centennial as their theme, the juniors went all out to entertain the seniors at the annual Junior-Senior Banquet. What the iuniors will probably remember most about the big event is the one or two hours of sleep they got the day before the banquet after decorating all night, but when they were finished, it seemed hard to believe that this was the gym. The town of a hundred years ago that greeted your eyes as you entered the building put you in the centennial spirit right away. Upstairs in the nicely furnished Western Room the guests waited to be ushered to their seats. No one will forget the delicious food that followed set off by easy-to-listen- to dinner music, Mr. and Mrs. Carter Cody, accom- panied by Mrs. J. Foster Oury at the organ. Bob Mitchell and Orion Johnson, as masters of ceremonies, asking for all the honey and being good sports about everything, made the evening unforgettable. And although they could make you laugh until your sides ached, when it came time to be serious, their devotional thoughts on the life of Thom- as really gave you something to think about. After a hilarious program of feet-guessing, egg shampoos, video antics, and the Swiss Family Robin- son movie, the punch line made a perfect end to a perfect evening which will long be remembered by everyone in the classes of '53 and '54.

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lt's time to get up. Reveille is played from the top of the hill by the trumpet trio. Sneak Though the iuniors had been watching every move of every senior for weeks, careful planning and in- tricate organization sneaked the seniors away, and by the time the iuniors found out we were missing, we were already on our way to Camp Awana. Camp Awana filled the bill for a perfect sneak site, providing, for our spare moments, swimming, boating, horses, tennis, ping-pong, and squirt guns. And of course there were the hikes around the lake and the hilarious programs both evenings. We'll never forget Bruce Johnson, alias, Bud Hauser, trying to show us a few cars over here or Frank trying to act embarrassed about all his girl friends. The good eats were not the least of the good features about the sneak, and to top everything off, the ride back to Chicago on the Northwestern 400 streamliner made the sneak one of the biggest events of a very big senior year. Frank, Pete and company wash up early in the morning. The girls wander up the hill to breakfast.