Wheaton Community High School - Wecomi Yearbook (Wheaton, IL)

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20 ORANGE AND BLACK IllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllHHHHllllHlHHHHHHlHHHHllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVIIVIVHHHHHHVWHllllllllllllllllllllllllWHHHHHHHMHHHHIHHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllilllllIIIIIIIIIHHHIJHHHHHHJHHHHHl widower husband, whom she married because of losing a bet with Frances Ermeling that Wealthy DeWo1f was not married to that most worthy member of the Class of '21, Kendrick Hull is ring-master of a circus com- pany, and Robert Gary feeds the animals. As the vapor clears away, I catch a gilmpse of Aden Gary lecturing to a host of literary critics, and in a London boarding school for girls I see Helen Andrews, as a teacher, holding forth on How to roll your R's, -and I again find myself free to visit the wonders of the ancient world. DoRo'rHY ScHooK, '22, 37593 FAREWELL OF '22 Farewell to thee, dear,Wheaton High! Our high-school days are o'erg We leave you now with many a sigh, To win a higher score. Our turn has come, at last, to part From thine old halls of fame. No more we'll feel our pulses start, When thy bell rings out again. No more we'll climb thy creaky stairs, Nor worry o'er our HE . N o more we'll smell those fumy airs That come from Chemistry. Farewell, O Wheaton High, adieu! Our high-chool days are o'er. May you always love and honor us- The class of '22. D. L. S., '22. ilIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlllIIlIIIlllllllHIIHIHHIIHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIlIIIIIIllIllUllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIHIIIIIIHHII ll IIIII lll

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22 ORANGE AND BLACK wiiiiiWWiWWiiHiiiiiiiiiliHiiHiHiHiiHiHiiHiliillliililllillliiiiiiHillliliiliilllliiiiiillllilWiiiliiiiiiiiiiiiliiHUllHiiHIHiiHIHiHiIil!IUIilIHiIUiWHiVHiWiHiWiHlWlHiiiililiiiilllliiiiiliiHliiiliillillliWilWWillllilliWWllilllillilllllliiilfi JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY One September morn in the year of 1919, four score and more of shy freshmen entered the halls of the Old Red Castle. Under the careful guidance of Miss Fischer we chose as our class officers, Wellington Stough, president, Neva Grieves,'vice-presi- dent, and Helen Peacock, secretary and treasurer. After a long and heated dis- cussion, 'we chose-our class pins. During our freshman year, we pledged ourselves to -care for a French war orphan. 'Dhe only social event of the year of '19 was a party at Wellington S-tough's, which was thoroughly enjoyed by all. Next year when we returned we considered ourselves valiant sophomores. We now took extreme pleasure in teasing the green freshmen. At our first assembly we chose for our leaders, William Frazer, presidentg Charles Gates, vice-president, and Marjorie Grote, secretary and treasurer. This year we added less than nothing to ,our soci-al career. At the middle of the year our president resigned and Charles Moore assumed the leadership. Thus our uneventful sophomore year was brought to a close. Imagine our elated feelings when about fifty of our original number re-entered as juniors. And we had just reason to be proud. With the capable assistance of Mrs. Jewett we chose our class officers, Donald Alexander, president, Scott Miller, vice-president, and Ruth Inman, secretary and treasurer. William Frazer .vas also chosen as our athletic representative. The first social event was a football spread given by the junior girls, to the Freeport and Wheaton teams. We made our second social debut in the form of a play. Underpbhe guidance of Mrs. Jewett and with the kind aid of'others, half of the junior class presented Little Women. The re- maining members of the class were represented in Penrod, Booth Tarkington's comedy. B-oth plays proved very interesting and enjoyable. We gave only one party but it was a decided success as claimed by all present including those who ate the doped marshmallows. We closed our eventful junior year with the junior-senior re- ception. Although we have failed as social crickets we far surpass all who have gone before us, in intellectual ability. fAt least so we think.J MARY BRACKEN. NEVA GRIEVES, IllIIIIIIIIllIIIHIIlIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIllIIIIIIIIIHHIHHIIIHIHHIHVVVHilIIIllHHl1IIHlill11II1lIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllHIHHHHIHIVHHHHHHHlHIIlIlllIIllIIIllIIIIIIIIIlIHIHVllVVIlHVVlHlllillllllllllllllllHHlHl'HHHIIlHIllI1lIHIIHIIIHIVIIIIHHIII