Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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Our hats off to Rollie, athletic is he With his courage and honor, a success he will be Blonde hair, blue eyes, and not too tall, That's Don Snider, well liked by all. Earlene Collins, alert and pretty, Likes going steady since there’s a new Chevy. If you ask Jim for a song or two, He's sure to sing Sweet Sue for you. To Bragg is something Cramer won't do, But with a new Chevy, we wouldn't blame you. Charlie may get fat, and he'll likely grow old, But his kindly nature will never grow cold. Kenny's blushes, which so easily start. Shows that he has a most loving heart. Mary Frances, one of those sunny misses Who will always get her share of kisses. Mary Blackmore among the shortest in our class Slow to catch on, but sure to pass. We may never gc down in the hall of fame, But greatest success to each one is our aim. To this poem which now ends, our names we assign We back them all - the loyal class of forty-nine

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 ft .'■ »viwv w«s rts ftvtwivrr ft ft rt ZULSjmEZr Jhe lorty-Joiners To all who are interested we give you a clue To the ’I 1 graduates of Brimfield High School. Tired of school and its confusion, Mary Lou is now some man’s illusion. Next comes Tom Maher, the shortest of men In the classroom his jokes create quite a din. Bill Day is a boy so mild and meek That even his shoes refuse to squeak. If it’s quiet and neatness you want it to be. Brown-haired Esther measures up to a T . To college next summer we expect Mary Ann to go But with her interests in Reed----how do we know? Norma Porter is among those who arc short And for all your cute questions she has a retort. Pat looks like an angel and acts like one too, But you never can tell what an angel will do. To make the world a friendlier place, Sue always wears a smiling face. Miriejn is quite gentle, but not so shy, Yet in our minds she ranks quite high. Leila is always ready to aid And of such thing real friends are made. Wilma is a blonde with a nice deep dimple With housewife ambitions—pure and simple. Darlene is a little miss, which to us appears, Deals largely in laughter and not in tears. The president of our 1U9T class, Is Mary Lou Courtright - the cheerleading lass. Now Homer Lynn is another Seniors name And to become a great politician is his only aim. Caryl Tuttle is the senior with a diamond ring. To be out of school and married, would make her heart sing. To George the saddest words of mouth or pen, Are those three little words, You flunked again . To get Raymond to talk is surely a task, But he’s helped us gladly that’s all we ask. i T

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 yg.:fg?Tir,a ,7 Class 'Prophecy 11 111 I I 1 This is probably the last spring I'll be able to stretch out and dream about the future as well as the past. But why not get a real lead on the future. I shall consult Swami Charles Turner. Yes, big blue eyes that have always looked to far away places will be able to see what the class of 'U9 has before it. I have seen the Swami today. He told ’me that he was not prepared to fall into a trance, but that he would do this with his I every day meditation. After many moments of abstracted, but intense preoccupation, he returned to the present. r-e said he had seen great things in store forthe Class of 'U9. here in his experience in his own words..... As the mists of tine cleared, I saw that I had been transported to a great hall. It was crowded to the rafters with a great roaring mass of cheering people. A national nomination convention was in the orocess of choosing a presidential candidate. A figure advanced to the front of the rostrum. Then clear and powerful tenor notes welled from the throat of the nation's favorite troubadour, I gasoed; it was our own Jim Mulvaney. A.s the last notes of the stirring, challenging, anthem died away, I was able to see who had been at the console of the organ. It was the lady who was the toast of two continents, Mary Ann Kul-vaney. She had recently conducted her marimba orchestra at the first gathering of the United States of Europe. A stillness more impressive than all the preceding noise now struck the listener. A figure in immaculate white linen strode to the microphones. There was something familiar in the commanding presence. Now that his hair was white I hardly recognized him. But suddenly I realized it was that crusading Senator from Illinois, that ardent supporter of the New, Fair and law Deals, Senator Homer Lynn. As he spoke, the cro d was with him every second. They knew his purpose and were there to give it their unanimous accord. Who was this candidate of whom Homer spoke as the logical successor to the spirit of the New Deal, one who had backed it all the way? :,£hon the candidate's name liras heralded forth, I caught my breath. A stately feminine figure gracefully but purposely advanced to meet her destiny. This was to be our first lady President, Mary Lou Courtright. She wore a lovely germ of shimmering white that eloquently bespoke the talents of K. Skaggs and 3. Day, the great designers 1 0 had brou it to New York all the style and grace that Faris gowns had once claimed. The lofty hall rang with tumultous shouting till, with an imperious wave of Mary Lou's hand, the crowd subsided to silence as