Avon High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Avon, IL)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It is May in the year 1968. Mr. and Mrs. Bud Alden are spending a quiet evening in their home in Avon, Illinois. Eud is now a retired business man, having retired at the age of 18. Mrs. Alden is, of course, the former Lois Smick. The Aldens have been blessed with ten children. Bud turns on the television set and dials to a program that is having its opening tonight. We hear the announcer speaking-------------- “Ladies and gentlemen, this program is to tell you what has happened to the Senior class of 1948. Anita Moon and Donny Myers furnish their own musical arrangements for this program. (Music) The scene first goes to Washington, D. C., where Senator Richard (“Greenbush, That Is,”) Suter is filibustering on the vital issue “Cornless Corn Cob Pipes for Farmers,” he is being prompted by his “right hand” secretary, Deloris Eaton. In the gallery, hanging on to his every word, we find those four respected farmers, repre- senting the Avon community, the Misters Bill Sailer, Edwin Warren, Glenn Reed, and Duane Black. These men have large land interests in the Middle West. In the next gallery we find that Farm Bureau Expert, Mr. Ray Lock, who, it is rumored, advises the President on farm matters. Mr. Harold McClure, known as “Cattle Mac,” was unable to attend this session because he was unexpectedly called to oversee his interests in Arabia. Mr. John Wall is also present. Mr. Wall as you know is in Washington to be cited by the President for his noted discovery of the 8th day in the week, now known to everyone as Grunsday. The scene changes to Pumphandle University; here we shall look in on a faculty meeting. There seems to be a disagreement. The two English professors, the Misses Roberta Powell and Virginia Hampton, and the professor on teaching primary grades. Miss Fullerton, are disagreeing with the Agriculture professor, Merlin Nichols, on the subject of horsewhipping of students. There is a deadlock; then the coach, Ray Carrico, the brilliant graduate from Knox, comes striding in. Putting down his crutches and straightening his bifocals, he utters a statement that is to be remem- bered the world around—“Hello.”-----------And so we leave good old P. U. Long may she prosper. (Music) This program is brought to you through the courtesy of the Babbitt Implement Company in St. Paul, Minnesota.—“It’s a good habit to trade with Babbitt.”— We interrupt this program to bring you a news flash—there has been a tragic fire in Babylon. Illinois. It is due to the heroism of the following people that there was a death toll of 0. The fire was reported by an alert secretary, Shirley Woltzen, who, being on the fortieth floor in her own business establishment, happened to look cut the window and noticed flames shooting out of the floor below. She immediately called the main operator of the city, Adeline Ethington, who, after many hours of heart-rending work notified all of the officials. In five minutes, Dale “Burn ’Em Down” Williams arrived at the scene and put out the tire single handed. There were many injured people who were treated by that heroic trio of nurses, Wanda Arnold, Margie Whisler, and Mary McVay Darting from burning corner to burning corner, all during the tragic incident, was that daring, adventurous reporter, Charles “Fearless Cannon.

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I, Anita Moon, do will and bequeath my trombone ability to Hod O’Hern. I, Donny Myers, do will and bequeath my “country style’’ walk to Marilyn Sor- rells. You’ll probably have to practice some. I, Merlin Nichols, do will and bequeath my inflammable temper to Martha Helen Davis. I. Barney O’Donnell, do will and bequeath my “careful driving” to Carl Ehresman, with the understanding that he always have good brakes. I, Roberta Powell, do will and bequeath my “dainty” feet to Janene Allison, but hope her’s never get quite as large as mine. I, Glenn Reed, do will and bequeath my freckles and red hair to Bob Hook, with the hope that he is NEVER called “carrot-top.” I, Alberta Reihm, do will and bequeath my ability to talk longer than anyone else to Donald Timmerman so he can use it for the history debate next year. I, Bill Sailer, do will and bequeath my freshmen girls to Arnold Rossell. I, Skip Smick, do will and bequeath my love for cheerleading to Blanche Young. I, Dick Suter, do will and bequeath my arguing ability to Jim Hendel. I, John Wall, do will and bequeath my incorrect physics problems to Jackie Luper. I, Shirley Woltzen, do will and bequeath my Peoria “friends” to Norma Jones. I. Eddie Warren, do will and bequeath my liking for farming to Tom Williamson. I, Margie Whisler, do will and bequeath my famous giggle to Carol Lee. You’re too quiet, Carol! I, Dale Williams, do will and bequeath my sense of humor to Caroline Allen. I, Lyle Wright, do will and bequeath my “A’s” to Irvin Nelson. IN WITNESS WHEREOF: We, the class of 1948 afix our seal this 26th day of May, in the year of our Lord, 1948. Signed. THE SENIOR CLASS. WITNESSED BY: Betty Hite Skip Smick Carl Bovard Merlin Nichols (Chairman).

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Anxiously watching the scene were two bankers. Gene Ginther and Carl Bovard whose bank was next door. And in the burning building were the offices of their biggest client, Elmer Howard, who was now co-owner of Nichols and Howard. Now back to our program—the scene now changes to Dry Gulch, Arizona, where we find the former Betty Hite happily married and living on a ranch. Order is kept in Dry Gulch by Barney “Hang ’Em Dead” O’Donnell, and his deputy, Cedric “Sher- lock” Dowell. Miss Patty Butler is now living on her large estate where she raises rattlesnakes for a hobby. We could gather no information on Alberta Reihm since her disappearance on the night of graduation. The last we saw of her she leaped from the schoolhouse, yelled “Whoopee!” and galloped off on her horse Silver. This is your ACHS radio announcer, Lyle Wright, signing off. The script this evening was written by John Wall, Lyle Wright, Pauline Fullerton, and Alberta Reihm. Remember, try Peu and Paul’s Little Pink Pills For Puny People. Good night, all.