Bushnell High School - Replica Yearbook (Bushnell, IL)

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I, Bob Ogle, will my farming talent to George Merrow I, Evelyn Peiper, will my job at Strodes to Eileen Norcross. 1, Jack Promisson, ,will Pat to whomever can put up with her tongue-lashings. I,Max Quigley will, my suck with the faculty to anyone who likes Trouble V I, Ruth Rittenhouse will my excellent grades to Dean Speer, realizing that l1e's a studious scholar. , . , I, Dorothy Russler, :will my task as Replica Editor to anyone who can't run fast enough! I, Lois Sheckler, will my love for flowers to Jack Sheneberger. IDon't ask me whyll l, Joan Smith, will my ability for stringin em along to anybody who thinks they can do as well as I have. 1 l, George Sperry, will my ability to finish lessons at the last minute to Dick Witter. I, Nancy Standifird, will my trip to Wisconsin to anyone who thinks they can learn as much as I did. I, Gaylan Statler, will my Chevy to any junk dealer who will come after it. I, Ruth Stockdale, will my job at the Telephone Office to anyolne interested in the latest gossip. I, Naomi Stockdale, will my typing ability to anyone who likes to work. I, Mary Frances Temple, will Frank to Pat Ide. Don't take it seriously Pat. I had to be a sport and will something. I, Pat Van Syckle, will my refined parts in plays to Peggy Miller-Joke! I, Bob Williamson, will my Uspending money' to Charley Brant. At least Rosa Lee wcn't put him on a budget. I, Bebe Zimmerman, will my vitality to Bob Paulson. Not that I think he lacks it. We, the Class of 1946 will to the Faculty our quietness, obedience, and our stubborness. To the Freshmen we will our studious talents. To the Sophomores our personality. To the Juniors our 'suck' with the faculty.

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The date of the prom was April 26 and we were all welcomed aboard the good ship B C. H. S. by the Junior Class. The theme was nautical ibut nice, complete with lighthouse, whale, fish, and a beachcomber's shack. Reverend Rhoades delivered the senior sermon at the baccalaureate services held in the Methodist Church, Sunday May 26, followed by class day on Tuesday May 28. Our long awaited graduation came the following Wednesday in the auditorium. Mr, Russell Guin from Danville, Illinois delivered the address. As the strains of Auld Lang Syne filled the auditor- ium we walked solemnly down the aisle as graduates of B. C. H. S. This was the last time we would all be together. We shall walk many different paths in life but we shall never for- get the good times and fiendships we have enjoyed during the four years at B. C. H. S. I I I Wills For Class Of '46 L John Bonnett, will my Charles Atlas physique to Lee Morrow I, Mable Burton will my quest ways to Joan Dell! Take heed, Dell! I, Dick Bayless, will my interest in Joan Bricker to a sophomore boy. lAlthough she prefers Seniors.l I, Eldon Cadwalader. will my shyness to Richard Schrodt. That boy is such a wolf! I. Margaiet Derenzy, will my flashing black eyes to Pat Hutcnins. She canu e them on Ronnie I, Shirley Derenzy, will my athletic ability to Jane Luck. I, Gene Douglas, will Peggy's interest in me to the other 20 guy's. I, Rosa Lee Dimmit. will quiet modesty to Joanna Rouse. Shell use it about as much as I did I, Magaret Everly, will my interest in Doug to anyone. It hasn't done me much goob lately I, Bob Everly. will my seat in study hall to Anna Daugherty. lt's close to Wertzler I, Rosalie Foster will Junior Nicholas to anyone who can put up with him. I, Phills Gorke, will my social life to Shirley Kimler. Shirley should enjoy it, as it's mostly evening socials. I, Louise Hensley, will my small stature to Suzanna Beatty. I, Norman Hickenbottom, will the office girl to the school until she makes enough money so we can get hitched. - I, Dorris Ann Hoyle, will Gene Brewer to Zelpha Freburg. QHoping Keith and I can get. to- gether. I, Doloris Huffman, will my affection for Davis to Barbara Rogers. Maybe she'll accomplish something with it I, Lila Jean Hutchins, will my diamond rings to Norma Strode. Needless to say she has a good start. I, Keith Kimler. will my knack for collecting females to George Merrow. I, Margie Litchfield, will my red-haired Junior to anyone who thinks they can get him. I, Barbara Lovell, will my firey temper to Barbara Mc Cormick. It ought to go well with her red hair I, Martha Madison, will my studiousness to Charlene Ehresman. I, Dave Mc Donald, will my singing ability to La Rita. We want to keep it in the family I, George Merritt, will my nicknames to Jim Kipling. He'll answer to any name. I, Gale Leighty. will my car to Jim Spiker-- ----- Sucker l I ! ! ! ! , Gladys Morse, will my artistic talents to Donna Wier. , Kate Oblander, will my serious manner to Margie Ebbert. I I I, Dave Ogle, will my girl friends to anyone with an Olbsmobile.

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September 31, 1967 Cicero, Illinois Dear Petuna, Gee kid, I simply had to write you and tell you about my visit to good old Bushnell. The old town sure has changed a lot. I saw a lot of the old gang around. You remember how Norman Hickenbottom was going to be a minister? Well. of all things, he's now a Major--in the Salvation Army. I said, Well, well, Norman, You're look- ing fine. He said, Thank you, and God Bless you. I couldn't resist going to the show when I saw that Shirley DeRenzy was playing the lead in the revival of the old picture, Forever Amber. I enjoyed the picture very much.all except the parts Dave McDonald got upside down on the screen. Dave says he thinks he has about learned how to run the projector and he is going to begin learning how to operate the popcorn machine next week. By the way, I saw Dave Ogle and he asked me if I would look in the stores in Cicero and see if I couldn't please find him an all-conference emblem for his letter sweater. He and his wife--Joan Smith--are charging 25 cents a person to see their mo- del home. Q5 cents extra to see the Duncan Fhyfe dining rocm set., Oh yes, Nancy Standifird rushed up to me on the street and told me all about her re- sort in Wisconsin. It sure sounded wonderful. Saturday nite, I went up to the Bushnell Recreation Center to a square dance. Gale Leighty was calling the dances. I was almost run over by Margie Litchfield trying to make the ll o'clock deadline. On her fortieth birthday she gets to stay out till 11:30. I'm wearing my hair in a new style now. I had it done at Sarah Miller's Beauty Sal- lon, and haven't been able to undo it since. Barbara Lovell is her assistant and specializes in exotic hairdos. Q'l'hat's what I gotj I ran into Kate Oblander, who was also home on vacation. She looks much the same, except for her nose--shes been writing a gossip column, you know. I went up to Margaret Everly's apartment and walked in to find Margaret looking out of the window with a pair of binoculars. I couldn't figure it out until someone told me that Gene Douglas lived across the street. lWon't that girl ever give up?l Bebe Ann Zimmerman is now living with Rosa Lee and Bob Williamson while Rosy digs up a new husband for Bebe. You surely read in the papers about her third husband com- mitting suicide. They say he was driven comp'etely out of his mind, as I can well imagine. By the way, have you seen those new sign boards advertising Dr. Everly's toothpaste with the picture of Martha Madison and that old familiar smile? I knew she'd get some at- tention with that sometime. V I met Dorothy QRusslerj Rhodes up town with her five little boys lall red-headsl and she told me that John Bonnett had organized a groupe of lady wrestlers. The star of his show is Dorris Ann Hoyle and Kieth Kimler is still working as John's handy man. I visited the old school one day while I was there and found Rosalie Foster teaching Physics and Chemistrp and doing refearch work with Miss Warfel Naomi Stockdale was also there teaching typing and shorthand. I guess Miss Knowlton finally gave up. I was lucky in having Fhyllis Gorke a corrpanion on my trip back. She was on her way to Reno for another divorce from Calvin. ' You know ihey've been married three times. I guess that's all the news for now kid. Write soon. Sweet Pea P. S. Dick Bayless was the engineer on the train on my way home. Ain't it sur- prising how people end up? l