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

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SENIOR WILL WE, the seniors of Fairbury Township High school, of the city of Fairbury, State of Illinois, being of sound mind and memory, and desiring to impart to our un- der-classmen, the formula of our achievements, do hereby make and declare this our last will and tes- tament : I, Vincent Ambrose, leave my staid and stately manner on the dance floor, to that one, hand- some jitterbug, George Thomas. I, Charline Beckley, leave all spare time to that industrious sophomore, Floyd Masters. I, W arren Beckley, most cer- tainly do not leave to E. B. Ram- sey, the supervision of Mary Fuller. I, Ileene Bunting, wish to leave my pleasing manner of speech to Frances Rathhun. I, Bernard Carlson, will my deep interest in scientific phenom- ena to one of the same mental characteristics, Robert V'. Vance. I, Bernice Compton, desire to leave nothing, since George Walk- er is coming along with me—since Ella has everything. I, Helen Craig, will to Joan Milne, my title of “school nui- sance,” in hopes she may continue in my footsteps. I, Warren Craig, do hereby be- queath to the masculine Jay Mor- ris, my ability of growing a heavy beard in less than two weeks. I, Dewey Dernier, leave to Mellroy Ross, access to buv lum- ber on credit, which he will cer- tainly need if Charline Beckley continues building submarines. v I, Francis Fosdick, hereby leave my extraordinary ability of grad- uating in four years to the unstu- dious Marilu Steinberg. I, Ray Ellis, leave my acting ability to the unemotional Rose- mary Ramseyer. I, Imogene Ferguson, bequeath my ability to get my typing bud- gets in on time to Jeane Gibb. I, Patrick Martin Flanagan, will my knack of getting to school on time to Bernice Bills. I, William Ralph Freed, do hereby bequeath my timidness when in the presence of teachers to the haughty and boisterous N'ola Huber. I, Valerie Fultz, do not leave anything, but do direly wish that someone would leave me a credit in English IV. I, Velda Gerber, willingly leave the institution, since with all my man-trouble I have no more time for school studies or activities. I, Thomas Glennon, leave my blushing technique to the bashful and courteous Marilyn Sheppard. I, Peggy Goodwin, will to Jane Spence, my feminine technique in hope that she, too, may “snag” a ring before graduation. I, Marjorie (Sill) Hagen, take my giggle, glamour and boldness with me, since I certainly will need them in later life. I, Marian Henning, having gone through high school without a single calling down, leave, with the hope that Hugh and Dorothy may carry on the distinctive fam- ily tradition. I. Ross Fiugene Hildreth, leave my mother’s influence with me, in all things to the timid, reserved Vivian McHatton. I, Fred “Speckles” House- holder, leave my woman troubles, my nicknames and finally, my dim, dirk past, to the delicate Pearl Weisser, in the hope that I may face the world with a clean slate. I, Reuben Huber, wish to will to Kathleen Wilborn, my lengthy basketball shorts so that she might Eighteen

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The following represented us in the music department: Band: Vincent Ambrose, War- ren Craig, Ross Hildreth, La- Verne Martin, Edith Robinson, Wilma Schmidt, and Harryette Werling. Girls’ G1 ce Club: C h a r 1 i n e Beckley, Helen Craig, Velda Ger- ber, Marjorie Hagen, Helen Mc- Mahon, Edith Robinson, Harry- ette Werling, and Dorothy Yoder. Boys’ Glee Club: Vincent Am- brose, Ross Hildreth, Warren Craig, LaVerne Martin, Fred Householder. We were well represented in sports. Football: Dewey Dernier (cap- tain), George Walker, Reuben Huber, John Ziegenhorn (trophy winner). Basketball: Reuben Huber (captain), George Walker (tro- phy winner), Dewey Dernier, Charles Rice. Baseball: George Walker, Reu- ben Huber, William Freed, Dew- ey Dernier, Forrest Landsman, Francis Nolan, Jakie Peter. We were well represented in all other school organizations. From our class came the football and basketball captains, trophy win- ners, a majorette, the cheerlead- ers, members of the orchestra, and all but one of the soloists. One of our outstanding accom- plishments is this student Crier of 1940. We are looking anxious- ly forward to the production of our class play, “One Stormy Night,” and in aiding the glee clubs to still greater achievement this year. The climaxing events will be the Junior-Senior Prom, the Alumni reception, and, of course, Commencement. Our class officers are: Presi- dent, Dewey Dernier; Vice-Presi- dent, Reuben Huber; Secretary, Rosella Von Bergen; Treasurer, Velda Gerber. And now as the time draws nearer, when we shall walk across the platform and receive our di- plomas, we are inclined to think back over our four years spent at this institution. They have, in- deed, been happy years. We have met people with new and varied interests, and most of us have formed lifelong friendships among our classmates. Some of us will now take our place in the world, while others will go on to higher educational institutions. But for all of us, the time spent here at F. T. H. S. has been a wise in- vestment. We have developed our interests along various scholastic and social lines, that have made us better fitted to cope with future situations. We are certain that in the years to come the knowledge that we have gained here, and the memories of F. T. H. S. will be a valuable and cherished part of our lives. Seventeen

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wear them when in search of a new spring skirt. I, Helen Jefferson, leave my overflowing love for Roy C. Ham- man, to one in my same capacity, Margie Schnetzler. I, Forrest Landsman, leave my masculine stride to Sara Mullan- ey, since she needs something add- ed to or detracted from her newly acquired stepping. I, Glen Lewis, wish to leave to Maxine Lange, my revoked dri- ver’s license, for if Maxine car- ries on as she has she'll need two or three. I, LaVerne Martin, leave to I lerschel Leffingwell my position as No. 1 T enor in the glee club, since Hersch always manages to hit the right notes at the right time. I, Helen McMahon, leave my “line” to the plotting, scheming, Marie Filers. I, Jean Mowery, bequeath to Anna Margaret the privilege of keeping alive the Mowry family interests and name. I, Mary Ann Munz, leave my pessimistic nature to the frivolous and voluptuous Florence Sutter. I, Mary Nance, leave to my sister Charlotte, the happy smile and unfailing joviality which I have sustained, even after four years of schooling, in which I atin and History were unavoidable barriers. I, Francis Nolan, leave my bookkeeping accounts to Mr. Wat- son, since after finding variations between Francis’ figures and the authoritative textbooks, Mr. Wat- son decided to consider Francis’ answers, completely and officially correct. I, Jake Peter, bequeath to I eon Knopp, my many spitoons, since Leon insists on chewing Beechnut in many places, where spitoons are considered definitely out of style. I, Charles Rice, leave my “devil may care” attitude, to one deeply concerned with grades, studies, and the like, Junior Ferguson. I, Edith Robinson, bequeath my ability in getting five A’s to one worthy of the honor, Maurice Johnson. I, Emma Schmidt, leave to the amiable Mona Waples, my catty attitude toward other students. I, Wilma Schmidt, leave my artistic hair coiffeurs to the poorly styled Maxine Lange. I, Agnes Steers, leave my de- cided love for Bill Freed, to Miss Kemple, since without absolute and genuine devotion William is unbearable. I, Christine Strode, after much deliberating, genuinely desire to leave Patrick Flanagan, since Harold has proven faithful, to the end???? I, Rosella Von Bergen, be- queath to the intellectual Charles Heins, my lack of gray matter. I, George Walker, will to the athletic Eddie I ometti, my love for studies, and music. I, Harryette Werling, leave mv jitterbug antics to the syncopated Betty Hildreth. I, Helen Wilson, will my red hair to Janet Moore since she seems most concerned with the shade of her tresses. I, Irene Woodard, leave to Lil- lian my knack of long recitation in History. I, Dorothy Yoder, leave to any- one who dares take it, my unfor- tunate ability of being the butt of Smith's failing puns. I, John Ziegenhorn, being last but not least, do hereby bequeath, will ?nd leave the dead silence of the assembly to the teachers, since without me next year they will be greatly—relieved. Nineteen