Arthur Township High School - Arthurite Yearbook (Arthur, IL)

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WILL 5- TESTAIVIE T .. SENIOR , '45 We, the Seniors of A. T. H. S. of theyear 1945, being of sound state of mind and memory f?l, do make this our last will and testament. Article I We, as individual students bequeath the following: . I, Bill Bryner, will my gift of gab and long stories to Helen Kroll. I, Donald Chapman, will my ability at pitching woo to the Arcola girls to Zeke Galbreath. I, Edith Moody, will my love for the Navy to Doris Watson. I, Paul Smith, will my dignified ways to Don Borders. I, Donna Sue Howell, will my troubles with my man to Marjorie Ryan. I, Harold Anderson, will my girl friends to Gene Haney who can take care of them! I, Sara Lou Ashley, will my dancing ability to Durkles Davenport. I, Gerald Anderson, will my Wolfishness to Bud Stock to handle fif he canl. I, Norma jean Iones, will my height to Dolores Turner. I, Clyde Logan, will my ability to laugh to Howard Rigg. I, Marilou Binegar, will my dignity to Pooch Oyel I, Melvin Iurgens, will my favorite expression and witty sayings to Duane VonLanken. I, Laverne jones, will all of my talking to be carried on by Gene Hoke, whom we know can do it. I, Frances Daugherty, will my giggles to Norma Somm. I, Harold Seaman, will my quietness to K. Helm, whom we are sure will take benefit of itl I, Mary Willoughby, will my ability to go steady with one man to Marjorie Shaw. , David Wise, will my studious habits to Keith Rich. , Bill Watkins, will my love for arguments to Bill Oye. , james Pound, will my horse laugh to Wally Dicks. , David Schuetz, will my love for the fairer sex to Bob Ellison-or any man! , Fern Armour, will my recipe on How to Keep Slim to Mary Ellen Canfield. , Ross Lacey, will leave my teachers in peacel I l , Ralph Canfield, will my shy manner to Eddie Hendrickson. , Wilma Harden, will my nickname of Red to the Dukeman girls. , Leona Schultz, will leave to go to him! , Carolyn Ballard, will my athletic ability to Mary Louise Cox. Edna Fleming, will my slow but sure ways to Ioan Blaase. , Norma Iean Bragg, will leave my blushes to anyone who wants them. , Stanley Martin, will my witty ways to the Suhl girls. , Lois DeWitt, will my winning smile to Phyllis Honn. Article H To the faculty we leave the following generations. May they be smarter than we are, and get away with more than we did. Article III All of the boys will their athletic ability to the remaining team and hope that they will get a long way with it. Article IV Q We, the Senior Class, leave our spirit of fun, our laughter and good times to the juniors. We know they can use every bit of what we had and don't see how they could get along without it. We also will our authority and high position to them hoping they can do more with it than we didl We, the Senior Class, just leave l l Article V In witness whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, the 30th day of February, in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred Forty Five. 1 I I I I I I I I I I I I I I 14

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SENIGR .- AS-S lflfl TORY It is the day before commencement and every one is in a daze, but in all of the hurry and scurry there is always a time to day-dream of the many happy hours we have spent in A. T. H. S. Our minds wander back to the time when there appeared a stir on each street, and immediately small figures were seen to emerge from every home. The cause of all the commotion was the beginning of another year of high school. On that morning we began our four short years. After timidly answering the roll call, we were considered a part of the student body. We survived all of the kidding of being Greenies and organized our class. We chose as our class officers, Bill Bryner, president, Iames Pound, vice-president, Marilou Binegar, secretary-treasurer. As freshman we were also well represented on the Honor Roll as well as on the athletic field. After what seemed to be a very short time, there appeared again the very same scene, but this time we were a little more self-confident. Then we were Sophomores. This year we took part in more school activities and we still retained our high places on the Honor Roll. We dreamed of the games and how we would sit on the edge of our seats and cheer until we were hoarse. We had several boys taking an active part in athletics. Our capably chosen officers were: Todd Sheldon, president, Clyde Logan, vice-presidentg Wilma Harden, secretary and treasurer. ln the Iunior year the class presented a three-act play entitled Aunt Tillie Goes To Town . The excitement and nervousness was so great that we felt surely the play would be a failure but it was really a wonderful success. Our officers were: Paul Smith, presidentg Clyde Logan, vice-presidentg Mary Willoughby, secretary, and Todd Sheldon, treasurer. As our daydreams continue, we recall the Iunior and Senior Banquets, which were the most memorable moments of the days at A. T. H S The time soon carne when we took our places as Seniors, which incident- ally we had secretly envied before. Then we began to wish we were back starting to re-live our four years spent in A. T. H. S. We chose for our class officers: Iames Pound, presidentg Harold Anderson, vice-presidentg Lois DeWitt, secretary, and Gerald Anderson, treasurer. Our class play turned out to be as great a success as our junior play. As we face commencement we find two emotions struggling for suprem- acy. We take pride in having successfully passed the milestone of accom- plishment and sincerely regret leaving our friends of the faculty and underclassmen. ' 13

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PROPHECY Last night I dreamed of a party at A. T. H. S. All my classmates came, dressed in their best. 'Twas alumni night, and again once more We gathered together as in days of yore. Each told of his fate since leaving our School, Interesting things had happened from '45-'52, For four more years since eventful '45 Some had kept our honor-record alive. Norma lean and Edna continued their studies you know, Until they changed their names for their H. S. beauxs. Yes, Wilma's well known on the stage Aubum hair and those brown eyes quite the rage. Carolyn is a teacher, a cross old maid, Fern is a seamstress and very well paidp LaVerne is a mannequin in a Salon of fame, lean, is its business head, Iones and Iones by name. Stanley ci contract with Disney has signed To voice Donald Duck his purse is well lined. Mary W. is the wife of a Postal clerk Happy and contented with her housework. Leona never married but is happy and gay, She gives dancing lessons the live long day. David Schuetz is a pilot of a transport plane, Yes, his stewardess is Edith Moody by name. Marilou, you know, is a preacher's wife, And lives a pious and devoted life. Melvin is still looking for the girl of his heart, He is anxious to settle down, and to farming start. Gerald and Harold are on a team of All Stars, Professional players known near and far. Gerald hopes the schedule will not interfere With a little blonde who graduates from college this year. Donald has finally found his true love, And goes around cooing like a love sick dove. Paul's married-his wife you can guess, His worries are over, he does confess. Billy Watkins a livestock judge of note, He couldn't make the party but he wrote. Ross Lacey, I'm told, also travels aroundg As Base Drummer with a band of renown. Donna Sue is a Singer famed far and wide. lim runs a jitney bus while he waits for his bride. 'Tis rumored some day they'll settle down On a profitable farm south of town. Clyde is a florist, his orchids divine, For those who get them he has quite a line, Harold helps him and does very well, I hear they always have fresh flowers to sell, Sara Lou is cz nurse now, you know And Frances set up a Beauty shop a year ago. Ralph is an agent selling Athletic supplies, He knows his line, but still never lies. Bill Bryner is a druggist efficient and polite, He will fill your prescription day or night. Lois is a lawyer's wife, calm and serene And a happier woman never was seen. Now before my fate was revealed I awoke, I was with you, classmates, 'twas no joke. I'll let you guess what's become of me, And what you think I'm likely to be. -David Wise