Fairbury Cropsey High School - Crier Yearbook (Fairbury, IL)

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American History Jim Tipton, '38 The Civil War is over, at least that’s what they say, But North and South still quarreled, for many a dreary day. The South still wanted slavery, the North said “nothin' doing,” But in the minds of Southerners, many plans were brewing. With all these Black a-wander, they didn’t know what to do. This large and serious problem, had Congress guessing, too. Some Blacks became unruly, some plotted in a gang, And many a Southern white man saw many a Negro hang. Then came the Reconstruction, what to do with Rebel States; Many plans were thought of, and also many debates. Then Congress had a plan, after a lot of deep thinkin’, Another plan was made, this one by President Lincoln. The Radicals then objected, they thought this plan too lenient; They planned to make another, to be much more convenient. Amid much hot discussion, we find another man, This was our new President, he made the Johnson Plan. While Johnson was in power, the Radicals tried to impeach him, And Johnson’s chance to hold his office, sure looked awful slim. The President would have lost his rank, his cause would have fell, Had only one more Senator voted for acquittal. Scalawags and Carpetbaggers, then appeared on the scene, The white people of the South, thought them rather mean. The Scalawags joined the Carpetbaggers, they said it was their duty, But the main reason for this union was, they wanted to share the booty. The legislature of South Carolina, had the two races mixed. They had quite a problem on their hands, and couldn’t get it fixed. The Negroes numbered eighty-eight, with sixty-seven white, And many of the Negro members could neither read nor write. While these Negroes held the power, they set an awful tax, And the progress of this Southern State, became rather lax. With military regiments stationed to stop all violence, The Southern people couldn’t stop, corruption and extravagance. Also harmful to the South, were the works of Union Leagues, These people were almost helpless to the Union’s intrigues. The Southern whites decided that in order to save their treasures, The only thing left to do was to resort to drastic measures. A secret organization was formed, and called the Ku Klux Klan, And every time the Negroes saw them, they turned around and ran. The reason the Klan was started, was to secure some discipline, But after it gotta good start, they caused a grudging feelin1. This organization finally committed general disorder, But General Forrest issued a notice to disband the order. By many of the Southern people the Klan was greatly feared, And after an act of Congress, the band practically disappeared. Finally the Republicans and Democrats broke the Radical power, And Radical ruling in the South, suddenly became quite sour. After this the North and South gradually became re-united, And many a wrong on both the sides had suddenly been righted. Since that time our Country’s grown, and had its ups and downs, And other territories and villages, have grown to States and Towns. Although we’ve had some difficulties, and many foes we’ve met, I think that our own United States is the greatest country yet. Eighteen The Crier » 1938

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Margie Sidfrids leaves her bold and forward manner to the meek Herbert Patrick. Ethel Faye Simpson leaves her love for F. T. H. S. to Lola Range. Betty Smith leaves to Helen Jefferson the pleasure she gets from being called down in the assembly by “Whitty.” Glenn Sparks leaves his ability of getting to school on time to Charlie Broadwell. Bill Spence needs all he has to continue his search for the mysterious Betty Bright. Martha Steers leaves to her sister Agnes her ability to photograph well. Jim Sterns leaves the care of Christine Strode's car to Dewey Dernier. Arlene Stiver leaves her knack of flicking school to Pinky Hayes. Richard Thomas wills to Valerie and Charlene his gigantic school spirit. Jim Tipton wills to Willard Bess the privilege of coming to school late on Monday morning. Louise Tipton leaves her blushes in history class to whomever Smith teases next. Virgil Troehler leaves his drag with Miss Whitford to John Ziegenhorn. Joe Vance wills his weather predictions to La Verne Martin in hopes he keeps the students informed. Ruth Wilborn leaves her bashfulness to Lillian Reis. Harold Wilken leaves his towering height to the midget Oval Vernia. Lloyd Zimmerman leaves his light complexion to the dark skinned Tommy Glennon. Thelma Zimmerman wills the technique of back-seat driving to her sister, Anna Lou. The Parade of Inventions Virjjil Troehler, '38 The United States did marvel How he invented it, Nobody seems to know, But the late Mr. Marconi Gave us the radio. At the incandescent light, Made possible by Edison So we could see at night. When cars were not so handy And the roads were not so well, The peddlers came a peddling With different things to sell. Way down deep in the water, Where it can’t be seen, Men encased in a shell, They call this the submarine. But then there came a fellow, With a sheet of tin and board, He put them both together And called his plan a Ford. Although their waiting was legible, The burden was made lighter, When a man invented a device That was called the typewriter. And then there were some others, Who put sand and cement in one load, And mixed them with some water, And now we have the road. When you see it lit, You better get out of sight, Because it’s a tough baby, This stuff called dynamite. And now with women driving, They rush to every store, Until today as you know, The peddler is no more. And then there were two brothers, Who did not work in vain, Until one day at Kitty Hawk, They brought out the aeroplane. Although it does look harmless, It doesn’t feel very nice, I don’t know how it’s made, But they call it artificial ice. And r.ow to close this ditty, And give you a little peace, I’ll wager with you ten to one, That inventions never cease. The Crier » 1938 Seventeen

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The Industriae Era John NuxxbHum, '38 It all began in “’34,” When cotton gins came in, The cotton price began to soar, And “sweat-shops” to begin. Inventors found a ready sale, For products of their mind, With uses of petroleum. For fuels of every kind. The farmers had supplied themselves To fill their humble needs, And peddlers selling from their shelves Sold ribbons, pins, and beads. But cities soon began to call. With money, jobs, and noise, So farmers left their farms, and all Sought city wealth and joys. The cities filled with wealthy men, Who made their gold from oil, They pulled all strings around them then And drilled out good rich soil. The rich would live in large fine homes, Far from the stench and dirt Of alleys filled with dead things’ bones; The rich, these could not hurt. The same old cycle has to run, There is no way to stop it, We know hard times are not much fun, So don’t you be too hard-hit. The fact’ries ran by children’s work, They had no proper care. With city fathers—not alert, Improvements were too rare. What happened then will happen now, A panic is the name. The rich men said, “We’ll not allow—” It came though, just the same. The Crier » 1938 Nineteen