Conant High School - Conanite Yearbook (Hoffman Estates, IL)

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When the confusion of electing officers died down, we were shocked to find that Kenny Hewitt had snuck quietly out west during the summer. It wasn't long before this vacancy was replaced by wandering Jim Harris. The first money-making project of the year was, like man, the Beatnik Ball. With plenty of diligent foot- work, especially on our paintings, we managed to make the Bawl a success. When our greed overcame our laziness, we decided on another money-making project, selling magazines, and astounded ourselves by surpass- ing our goal of 3800. We followed this drive with another smashing success by selling Christmas cards - by selling Christmas cards? Later in the year, the dramatic talents of the whole class were demonstrated in our production of I Remem- ber Mama under the direction of Mr. Devoid, whose motto is Be Prompt l As we go to press, we are anxiously planning our Washington escapade - and quietly letting our friends know that any donations will be appreciated. Not far away now, as we in our present foggy state realize, is graduation Come the day, we will eagerly surge out the doors, confident that after our experiences during four years at Con- ant, we can face anything. Sue Gilmore Sylvia White L I Remember Mama A curtain call at the end of the Senior Play. Some members of the cast, technicians, and the director, Mr. Devoid, are missing.

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Class History As the Class of '62 prepares to leave in a blaze of glory, we think it wise to set the record straight about a few things. We began our Freshman year with a bang - that is, we were the first Freshman class under the direction of Mr. Bremner's New Frontier. This change kept us in such a state of shock that we elected Mike Symonowicz, president, with that notorious girl hater, Jim Leach, as vice-president. Our secretary was that devoted schoolboy, Albi Christian, who left Conant shortly afterwards for the outside world. The boy with the honest face, Roy Drew was chosen treasurer. As if our whole five dollars wasn't enough for his clutches, he was also chosen treasurer of the Student Council. We were clever, though, we sent Sue Gilmore and Kenny Christian as agents to guard him. Our roving spirits were guided by our advisors, Mrs. Kendall and Mr. Norton. Conant realized that we were no ordinary class and welcomed us warmly with the first initiation since before the Herrick regime. It was this year, too, that marked our first Club '54. This outstanding flop remained a trend for four years. Entering our Sophomore year, we discovered that our advisors had given up in utter despair and were to be replaced by a dauntless team: Mrs. Devlin and Mr. DeBonis. These advisors were able to endure us for three years. It was this year that competence became our slogan, with which goal we chose Roy Drew, presidentg Sue Gilmore, vice-presidentg and treasurer, Jed Brummer, who left at the end of that financially unsuccessful season. Pat AuCoin, elected secretary because of her studiousness and efficiency promptly lost her notes. When Roy Drew was chosen secretary of the Student Council, we decided to keep agents watching him, so we elected Evie Desmarais and Jim Leach. This year, also, the worldly-wise Larry Doane ventured from the great metropolis of Manchester and joined our ranks. Equally sensational was the departure of mad scientist, Roger Parker, Esquire, whose going lowered the intellectual level of the class, but increased its safety. Proud of the immeasurable progress we were making, we decided that we needed a symbol of distinction, so we ordered our class rings. Filled with self-importance, we began our Junior year. How over-confident we were was demonstrated by our choice of Billy Doten as president, with Mamey Boucher, vice-president. Pat AuCoin continued as the note- less secretary, and we trusted Joe Cournoyer with the class funds. To no one's surprise, Roy Drew was named Student Council vice-president, and we therefore kept Evie Desmarais and Jim Leach as our representatives. The pulchritude of the class was increased by the additon of Martha Tribble from the Academy and Sandee Hazleton from Germany. The class proved its ingenuity by the methods used to get pumpkins as decorations for Club '54, and showed financial acumen by putting on a King Arthur Fair to add funds to our depleted treasury. One reason we were able to accomplish so much this year was due to the encouragement and advice generously given us by the extracurricular member of the class, Ronnie Rich. Then spring fever hit us, and some of us felt like little girls - so that's the way we acted . . . and dressed! We regained our sophistication by June, however, when we sponsored the Junior-Senior Prom. On a democratic impulse, we decided to let the Senior Class choose the Magnolia Queen, Pat Oliver. Finally, we reached the apex - senior year. Now mature and responsible individuals, we resorted to re- electing Billy Doten, president, and Kenny Christian as vice. With typical courage, we kept Pat AuCoin as sec- retary and Joe Cournoyer as treasurer. Evelyn Desmarais was elected the first female Student Council president in years, thus adding glory to our class. Marney Boucher and Jim Leach were our Student Council representatives .

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Class Gqfts To Dotty: We give a jet air liner. They can't arrest you now for flying low. To Dave: We give a check to repay you for letting us use the Ark for our Prom. Hope it doesn't bounce! To Sandy Bell: We give a horse. Now you can make it to Iaffrey more often. To Sharon: Here's a box of black dye for your blazer. Now you can surprise the extremely concerned girls in Home Ec. To Marney: We give these elevated slippers. Now you can look down on Kenny. To Jane Boudrieau: We give a ring. Now you'll always have one . . . it's adjust- able. To Ellen: Confucius say: ln the spring the sap runs, but the female will catch him. Here is a pail with a leak in it. Good luck! To Rusty: We give a rickshaw, a token of our sympathy for your relationship with your car. To Kenny: We give a copy of ARSENIC AND OLD LACE. Remember the Senior Play? To Joe: We give an annulment of his marriage to Trina. The play's over. To Edie: We give a rubber band. If you fold it right, it will turn into a trampoline To Evie: We give a joke book. When the Senior girls get together, you'll have something to contribute. To Larry Doane: Here's an instruction book. The title? How to Ride a Horse - in Ten Easy Lessons. To Bill Doten: We give a rabbit. You know what it means, we're sure! To Roy: We give parking privileges at the house with the pink door. To Celeste: We give an oriental pair of peeper decorators, to go with your oriental peepers Qeyelasheslj To Donna: Here's a pair of twisters. Bet you could give them some lessons! To Kent: We give a voice box. Let's hear you speak. To Sue: Here's a can of paint remover to remove the grey fblondj hair on your head. To Sam: We give a picture of a diaphragm. Now you can see what you're strain- ing when you yell! To Jim Harris: We give a birth certificate to prove you weren't born yesterday. To Monty: We give this red rose to match those exotic socks. To Jim Hautanen: We give a new car. Now you won't have to sponge on your relatives: you've got your own. To Sandee Hazleton: We give this camera. Now you can take pictures of some of those horrible faces you make. To Danny: We give this contract with Warner Brothers as an understudy for Smiley Burnett.