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

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hereon bequeath my daredevil driving to that killer-diller Mar- tin. I, Jim Lester, leave my razor- edge press of my said trousers and that captivating haircut to Romeo Craig. I, La Verne Metz, leave all I possess to the ever-blushing Reu- ben Huber. I, Jack Morris, leave my Freshman girl friend in hopes that during her years of taxi driv- ing she will neither achieve nor ac- quire any new love affairs. I, Eddie Orth, will my heart- breaking habits to Harry Bruce, that he may continue to thrill the F. T. H. S. co-eds through com- ing years. I, Herbert Patrick, leave to Bill Freed my ingenuity in con- tacting certain girls for dates! Better luck next time, Bill! I, Lola Range, leave to Lois Bedell my graceful walking hab- its, hoping that she will cultivate them and bring them to perfec- tion before she graduates. I, Evelyn Reany, proudly leave my hearty giggle to the shy and demure Virginia Munz and hope she will not disturb as many as- sembly teachers as 1. I, Maurice Ricketts, leave my unprofitable omnibus service to Velda Gerber that she may gain more financial return than I. I, Lillian Reis, bequeath my im- promptu speeches to Mary Ann Munz. I, Wilma Rinkenberger, leave my friendly disposition to that quiet good natured Ray Bills. I, Alice Roach, will my chic and petite characteristics to Floyd Masters, as they have helped ad- vance me for many years. I, Wayne Russell, bequeath my mild tempered mannerisms to that quiet dear, Valerie Fultz, that she may carry on where I left off. I, Bill Shepherd, leave all my loquaciousness to my sister. Nuflf said! I, Harold Ward, will my rapid- ity of motion to Jessie Frances Bartlett with hopes that she will gradually increase her speed to equal mine. I, Ogarita Wessels, will my front seat in assembly to George Walker that he may be kept out of mischief. I, Robert Wessels, bestow upon Glen Wilken my marvelous dra- matic ability with true confidence that he will come to as successful ending as myself. 1, Joan Williams, leave my temper to Louise Hirstein with faith she may not have as much trouble in her next three years controlling it as I. I, Cathryn Wink, hope with all sincerity that upon leaving all my troubles with school work to Ross Hildreth that he will not grow gray with worry. I, Eldora Zimmerman, be- queath to Anna Lou and Pauline the urge to carry on the good work and live up to our name. The above document has been signed, published and declared by the above named Senior Class of 1939, in the presence of us and each of us, who, in their presence and at their request, and in the presence of each other, have here- unto subscribed our names as wit- nesses. Alva Clinton Watson, City of Fairburv, State of Illinois. Mary Elizabeth Sharp, City of Fairburv, State of Illinois. Page 19

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SENIOR WILL WE, the Senior Class of Fair- bury Township High School, district 130, of the city of F'air- bury, situated in Indian Grove Township of the county of Liv- ingston, state of Illinois, in the United States of America, being of sound mind, body, and mem- ory, and desiring to pass the torch of our worthy characteristics on to our undergraduates who are much in need of them, do hereby make, publish, and declare this our last will and testament, in manner and form as follows: I, Leslie Tappan, will to the towering Vincent Ambrose my Shirley Temple curls. I, Robert VonBergen, realizing his dire need for hair oil, leave to Oval Vernia the remains of my favorite bottle of Brilliantine. We, Judy Ann Bean and Betty Lcetch, leave our technique of gaining a better half to Liz Dren- nen and Bernice Compton. I, Willard Bess, bestow upon my brother Raymond the ability of telling exaggerated tales of his truck driving. I, Melvin Bushman, leave my knack for acquiring numerous lady friends with the aid of gum, to Dewey Dernier, who is in need of some such technique. I, F.ugene Carlson, consent to leave my gift of gab to Mush Reis providing he does not abuse it. I, Glen Owen Cooper, will my fascinating middle name to Don- ald Schwarzwalder. I, Phyllis Deputy, leave my ability to get a part in the Senior Play to Marion Henning. I, Jerome Downing, who sub- stitutes pencils for goldfish, will the art of chewing pencils to Mary Ellen Wink. I, Barbara Foster, leave my golden hair to Tommy Glennon, that he might ever care for it and never let it fade. I, John Fugate, leave to “Boo- by” Streib, my mathematical mind and a package of Herbert Tar- ringtons. I, Lucille Gibb, bequeath my knack of hiring typing budgets done to Charlene Beckley. I, Joe Gouge, leave my bristly heard to Herschel Leffingwell. I. John Healy, leave my dislike for women and shyness to one of my same type, John Ziegenhorn. I, William Hibsch, will to Pat Flanagan those homey recipes for my fifth period lunches. 1, Betty Hirstein, bestow upon M ary I ou Steinberg my sneezes and sniffles the result of hay fever, also for her own convenience I will leave the bottles of nose drops and a box of Kleenex. I, Jeanette Hodges, leave my drawing ability to the Freshman artist, Eddie Lometti. We, Dorothy Zehr anil Ray Householder, leave our thrilling high school romance to that Fresh- man couple, Mary Fuller and Dick Deputy. 1, Rudy Jarvis, leave my un- surpassed ability at being late to Blaine Ramsey with hopes that he keeps his truck in A-l condition to better my record. I, Ada Mac Ktrr, will my A's in typing to the one most deserv- ing, Helen Jefferson. I, Eldon Koehl, do hereby and Page 18

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Nigger Fishing THERE is hardly a single American sports lover that is not a rabid football enthusiast. The main reason for this reaction is that this great all-American game is not merely a test of brute strength but is more and more be- coming a game of wits in which the little fellow with an alert mind is pitted against men twice his size. This is also true in our every- day life. It is not necessarily the wealthy class who attain lasting honor and success, even though they do have a strong foothold and a decided head-start against their less fortunate brethren. In the long run it is the cagy fellow filled with an earnest desire for progress that eventually reaches the desired goal. There are many great football colleges in the country today such as Minnesota, Notre Dame, I ex- as Christian, U. S. C., Pittsburgh, Duke, and many more. However, not a single one of these teams would have received national rec- ognition in 1938 had it not been for their decided teamwork and exceptionally staunch determina- tion. These two characteristics combined with true skill are in- valuable on the gridiron. Another analogy is necessary. In everyday business life we come across innumerable barriers and stumbling blocks which impede our march toward success. Many instances require teamwork to overcome, and as in football, if combined with the necessary grit will produce surprising results and heretofore unconquerable obsta- cles can be tackled and cast into oblivion. A FTER perusing carefully The Complete Angler, by Izaak Walton, I have come to the con- clusion that there is a decided con- trast between trout fishing and the sport of fishing with a pole and line, or, employing a localism, “nigger fishing.” What could give one a keener feeling of anticipation than to lay your head on your pillow at night, knowing that when the morning dawns, you’ll be preparing for such an outing? With what ener- gy! What zeal! To anyone un- acquainted with the sport of pole and line fishing it seems such a waste! But to the devotee there is a promise of a day full of rapture in the beauties of nature, of the joy of feeling a tug on a line, thd thrill of the catch, the delight in the sparkle of the sun on the cap- tured fish. Beyond and better than these, the complete relaxation from daily cares, a rest that soothes the most harassed spirit. Aside from the pleasure one de- rives from the actual sport, aside from the bodily rest one enjoys, there is the bliss of solitude, a sol- itude that gives a man a chance to look within—“to see himself as others see him,” as Burns puts it, and to be inspired to bigger and better things. Of all sports, “nigger fishing” is one of which it can undoubted- ly be said, that the anticipation is no greater than the realization. CATHRYN WINK. LESLIE TAPPAN. Page 20