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

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Row I William Alexander. Jessie F. Bartlett, Billy Bartlett, Lloyd Beatty, Lois Bedell Eliza- beth Carter, John Carter, Don Clark, Orin Crouch, Elizabeth Drennen. Row II Marie Eilers, Ivan Fosdiek, Lloyd Fosdick, Joe Franger, Jean Gibb, Marian Hazen, Charles Heins, Hugh Henning, Betty Hildreth, Rosemary Hoffman. Row III Nola Huber, Maxine Lange, Betty Leeteh. Dorothy Lehman, Wilbur Lewis, Mahlon Morris, Peggy Morris, Clarence Newman, Anna M. Newnam, Chester Powell. Row IV Blaine Ramsey, Rosemary Ramseyer, Betty Rathbun, Merle Ricketts, Aldene Seale, Jane Spence, Virginia Steidinger, Marilu Steinberg, Bernard Tollensdorf, Oval Vernia. Row V David Voris, Mona Waples, Eileen Ward, Rowena Waters, William Weber, William Wharton, Glen Wilken, Mary E. Wink, Anna L. Zimmerman. Twenty-four

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CLASS PROPHECY As the gates of Hell swing open, a burst of flame flashes forth, and in walks Forrest Landsman, a member of the 1940 senior class from F. T. H. S. To Ileene Bunting, Satan's wife, he remarks: “So this is Hell, eh?” Ileene: “Well, good evening, Forrest. What are you doing here, and in your prime of life?” Forrest: “I’m down looking for a job with prospects of advancement.” Ileene: “Come on down and meet our foreman. Reuben Huber. He’s shovel- ing coal on head furnace No. 1.” Huber: “Well, fan my brow if it isn’t Forrest Landsman. Fancy meeting you here. Small world, isn’t it? What hap- pened to you?” Forrest: “Oh, I fell off a merry-go- round and dislocated my thumb. The shock that I got from my injuries was too much for me, and this is where I ended up. Say, what have you got un- der your arm there?” Huber: “This, why this is my Dooms- day Book. I keep the names of every- body in there. Did you meet any of the mob on the way here?” Forrest: “Sure did Passed Marian Henning on the way down.” Huber: “You did? What happened to her?” Forrest: “The trap broke while she was cleaning the outside of the windows on the top floor of the Empire State Building?” Huber: “I bet that’s the nearest she will ever be to heaven.” Forrest: “Say, she was one of the members of my graduating class. Let’s see that book anyway. Ole Timer.” Huber: “Sure thing; here, have a seat since you’re going to be with us for quite a spell.” Forrest: “Here’s an ol’ friend of ours, recognize him?” Huber: “Yep, Bernard Carlson, good old Barney. What’s he doing?” Forrest: “Barney, oh he’s put into into operation a self-sustaining cat and rat ranch, where one sells the skins of the cats, feeds the rats on cats’ car- casses and the rats to the cats.” Huber: “Barney was a little eccen- tric. Isn’t that Edith Robinson’s pic- ture there in the corner?” Forrest: “Uh huh, I was quite sur- prised at Edith. She took the role of Tarzanna in the Jungles, but tiring of this wild life she took up teaching kin- dergarten. She once remarked, ’It’s surprising how much one learns from one’s work.’ ” Forrest: “Where’s Warren Craig’s smiling countenance?” Huber: “On page 23, second row, 8th person No. 31405 in series (T.) What’s Warren engaged in now, anyway?” Forrest: “Warren’s a soap box orator teaching nutizism in Bartonville. By the way, have you seen Helen Jeffer- son’s latest picture, ‘Go Peel a Grape’? She is known as Two Gun Sadie in the movies.” Huber: “She and Gerber didn’t reach a snag in their friendship, did they?” Forrest: “Shucks, no' Velda is a dime a dance girl in Betz’s cafe. She’s nearlv as good as Dewey Dernier. He bought a bucket and established a curb service on corner of State and Madison in Chi- cago. Last time I saw him he told me business was booming.” Huber: “Gee, I’m really surprised at Velda. I figgered she would be a per- manent assistant embalmer for an un- dertaker in Pontiac; still, though, she was quite interested in farming and all the things that go with it.” Forrest: “I saw in the Blade where Warren Beckley, an enterprising under- taker, was jailed recently for changing the labels on Dr. Ambrose’s medicine bottles.” Huber: “That’s a profitable business for me. Who is this Ambrose bloke, anyhow ?” Forrest: “Dr. Ambrose? Why, he’s a surgeon, and a hopeless one at that. It seems that he tried to separate a pair of Siamese twins. He separated them okay but he forgot to put on a patch and as a result they are in constant fear of dropping something.” Huber: “Before I forget about it, did Helen Craig get the divorce from her husband, Mickey Bartholomew?” Forrest: “She and Christine Strode competed in a contest on who can get the most divorces in the shortest time. Christine’s had seven victims to Helen’s five. I guess Christine maintains gentle- men prefer blondes, but Helen main- tains ‘Who wants a gentleman?’” Forrest: “Ha, ha, ha, here’s our old side-kick. Bill Freed. I’d sure like to see Bill again.” Huber: “He’s due here any day now.” Forrest: “Did you hear about what happened to him?” Huber: “No, what?” T went y-five