Balyki High School - Thunderbird Yearbook (Bath, IL)

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THE LAST WILL A D TESTANIENT OF THE CLASS OF 1967 We, the graduating class of 1967, of Balyki High School, being of Sound body and mind, do hereby will and be- queath the following possessions and qualities collected during our years at Balyki. 1, I, I, 1, 1, I, L I, I, 1, I, I, L I, 1, 1, 1, I, L L To To To To Bill Abbott, will my motorcycle parking place to Mike Wiest and my locker to any unfortunate freshmen who can make use of what's left of it. Janice Baker, will my ability to laugh at anything whether it is funny or not to Mary Carpenter. Also my great ability to peel labels off Pepsi bottles to anyone who wishes to try it. Mickie Bergman, will my cheerleading suit to any cheerleader who will wear it with the pride I did, my out- grown P.E. clothes to somebody smaller, my smile to anyone with teeth, my ride to bowling fin the Ramblerj to Nancy. Cindy Blakeley, will my basket shooting ability to Anna Lee Finch in hopes that she will get first in the state next year. Steve Blakeley, will my ability to get along with Mr. Huber to my brother Mike. Stanley Chew, will my ability to play pro golf to Mr. Huber so he can teach P.E. classes the right way next year. Patty Clark, will my natural abilities and outstanding talent in locker room powder fights to Anna Lee Finch with the hope that next year she will win one. Janice Connolly, will my lucky number 13 locker to some unsuspecting freshman who is not superstitious. Tim Fletcher, will my hurdling ability to Alan Conway and my parking place to anyone who drives a hot Chevy. George Holtman, in my unsound state of mind, will my great abilities of getting caught passing a football during fire drills and fouling out in almost every basketball game to Alan Conway and Dennis Lane. Kathy Huey, will my athletic ability, charming personality, and the pleasure of having four enjoyable years to remember behind me to anyone who is smart enough to take it. Russell Hughes, will my ability to get along with the teachers to my brother, Danny. Jeanne Keithley, will my maturity to Miss Anna Lee Finch and a copy of How to Make Friends in Havana Without Really Trying to Reba Leiding. Brenda Middelkamp, will my cheerleading suit to any cheerleader who will wear it with the pride I did, my outgrown P.E. clothes to somebody smaller and my smile to anyone with teeth. Marisue Minor, will my Senior grouchiness to Linda Schaeffer and Mary Carpenter, my ability to withstand anything to Janis Dierker, and my cadaver to Mr.Haas' superior Biology class so that at last I can do some- thing for science because it has never done anything for me ! Paula Nunn, will my vocal cords to Virginia Baker in hopes that she can use them in the future on some poor innocent underclassman. Darell Sarff, will my outstanding scholastical ability to a deserving underclassman who will also never crack a book. Also my CENSORED! P.E. locker to a nice little freshman. David Schaad, will my natural cassanova abilities to Steve Minor, to be used sparingly. Tom Taylor, will my Mustang parking place to anyone who is smart enough to buy one. But not to anybody who would buy a Chevy. I also will my natural basketball ability to Dennis Lane, who really needs it. Freda Tyler, will my swift ability to wash dishes to Connie Clark and my ability to gripe to anyone who thinks their senior year will be easy. the teachers we will the ability to sustain another wonderful class like ours. the juniors we will our ability to get along together. the sophomores we will our ability to have fun anywhere and pull through at any occasion. the freshman we will our ability to be arrogant but constantly friendly, In Witness Hereunto: We do hereby set our hand and seal this Eleventh day of May in the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and sixty-seven. I4

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GRAD UA TIN G CLA SS Janice Baker, Mickie Bergman, Paula Nunn, Kathy Huey, Marisue Minor, Jeanne Keithley, and Freda Tyler. Steve Blakeley, Cindy Blakeley, Brenda Middelkamp, Janice Connolly, Patty Clark, and Bill Abbott. Bob Close, Tim Fletcher, Torn Taylor, George Holtman, David Schaad, Stanley Chew, and Darell Sarff. Absent Russell Hughes. Marisue Minor, Patty Clark, David Schaad, Janice Connolly, Freda Tyler, Jeanne Keithley, and Janice Baker.

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CLASS PR OPHECT In the year 1984 a space ship from a distant planet came to Earth and collected specimens to take back to study. They were to collect strange and unusual specimens of human life and it was no surprise that they captured nearly every member of the Senior Class of 1967. The aliens kept the prisoners in cages with clear plastic bars and moved them from room to room of their prison so they would not become too friendly with each other. One morning the graduates of 1967 opened their eyes to find very nearly their whole class in one room. Janice, is that you? Freda Tyler called across the room. Yes, Janice Connolly replied. Good grief, it certainly has been years, hasn't it? Our class really split up after high school. What have you been doing? You must have heard about it, Freda replied. I'm running a beauty resort and health clinic now. Last year we helped over one hundred patients back to health and recovery. That's wonderful, Janice said. You must really have hated to leave it. I'll say, Freda answered. I was making a fortune. What have you been doing? I've become a screen star, replied Janice. Last year I won an Oscar for my starring performance in KILBOURNE ROAD. Wow, I read that book and BALYKI PLACE, too! cried Freda. Did you know they were written by Bob Close of our own Balyki? Why, here's Patty Clark! yelled Janice. What do you do now? I'm a ballerina, Patty smiled, and I want to tell you I couldn't have made it without the poise and grace I learned as a cheerleader at Balyki. Hey, isn't that Jeanne Keithley? What gave you been doing lately? Oh, you wouldn't believe it, Jeanne replied. I moved out to San Francisco and became a hippie. It's something else. Aren't you scared on this space ship? asked Patty. Aren't you afraid of what those creatures are going to do to uS?ll No, man! said Jeanne. I've been on trips before. Oh, there's Torn! What are you doing now? I am the junior Senator of Illinois Tom Taylor replied, and I'm a member of the Senate committee to re- start prohibition. Hey, there's Tim Fletcher! What keeps you busy now? Tim replied, I'm a state cop, with the Illinois State Police. There's really been a cutdown on crime since I got on the force. No doubt, said Tom. There's George Holtrnan. What's he doing now? He 's a jockey down in Kentucky, Marisue Minor answered for him. And it's kind of strange, in all these years, he's never ridden a winner. Oh, Tom mumbled. I see Darell Sarff over there. I-low's life been for Darell? I'm afraid Darell turned out kind of bad. He's a mad scientist who raises roses, Marisue said. Darell just sat in his cage and rolled his eyes. Well, what have you been doing? Tom asked Marisue. Oh, I hold a professor's chair in shorthand at Harvard University. And I also have the World's record in shorthand --350 words a minute. You must be proud, said Kathy Huey. No, frankly, I can't stand shorthand. What do you do now? I'm an Olympic cageball champion, Kathy replied. I bet you don't know what Brenda Middelkamp and Mickie Bergman are doing now. We're a lady-wrestling team called David and Goliath, cried Mickie. You surely must have heard of us. No, I haven't, said Paula Nunn, but you must have heard of me. I'm a Broadway star. I always knew your voice lessons would pay off in the long run, said Kathy. Well, I'm a disk jockey, baby, said Cindy Blakeley, talking rather fast. I'm No. 1 in the U.S. of A. It was easy getting the job, what with my superior knowledge of all the singing groups. I-Iere's Russell Hughes, called Marisue. He tells me he is the world's foremost dentist and he got that way be- cause of his great experiences with toothaches. Russell was busy leaning out of his cage to fix George's teeth. And over here 's Steve Blakeley. He's a submarine captain who sailed his sub under the South Pole, which isn't easy be- cause under the South Pole there's land. This is really great, said Freda. Is every one in our class here? Bill Abbott isn't, called Kathy. He jumped on his motorcycle and those green men couldn't catch up with him. You ought to have seen the chase. They chased him clear across Mason County and he finally lost them in Dismal Snicarte Swamp. I wonder what Bill is doing now, Freda said. I think he's president of the A.M.A., said Kathy. You know, David Schaad isn't here either. I know what he's doing, said Janice Connolly. I-Ie's a famous model of men's fashions. I've seen his pictures in magazines. It's odd that the aliens didn't pick him up, He must have been too normal. The others nodded. What ever happened to Stanley Chew? someone asked. He was the one in our class who I though would go far. He went far all right, said Janice Baker. I-le's a beachcomber and a surf-bum in the South Sea Islands. Janice herself is an Admiral in the WAVES in the South Seas, The alumni of Balyki 1967 were certainly happy to get back together again, even if it was on something as strange as a space ship. However, the aliens were listening to their conversations too, and weren't sure they wanted speci- mens like this. They quickly turned their ship around and dropped the alumni in the middle of Bath, where they all decided to have a class picnic and talk over old times. 15