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

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I, Robert Cooper, will leave anything you desire as long as I can keep Joyce Callaby. I, Dick Deputy, leave in haste as soon as the Marines return. I, Margaret Downing, will my disputed love for Mr. Hamman to Maurice Sutter. I, Geraldine Ferguson, gladly leave my excess inches in height to the short and streamlined Mu- riel Bedell. And shure now, ’tis One Oirish- man to another that Oi, Betty Flanagan, leaves me neat hairdos to Sara Mullaney. I, Howard Freed, leave my four retreaded tires carrying a pile of junk, sometimes known as a Model A, to National Defense. I, Jimmy French, leave all my musical talent to that boy with a true lover’s voice, Lyle Ricketts. I, Mary Fuller, bestow my tech- nique to go with more than one boy in one night to Margie Schnetzler, who has already shown her ability. I, Dorothy Harris, leave my quiet, slinky entrances into the as- sembly to that bold and loud Al- lan Hornbeck. I, Kathryn Hetherington, leave my desire to be in Cropsey every night, even if I don’t get there, to the Heins twins. I, Louise Hirstein, leave my love for Ford V-8’s, lonely roads, lovely moon, and Bookkeeping to the blond tigress of the Sopho- more class, Dorothy Carlson. I, Wayne Hish, unwillingly leave my true (?) girl friend to the whole school with the under- standing that I get her back in May, 1943. I, Jean Hurt, leave, (period.) I, Mary Hurt, will my rosy cheeks and quiet personality to I.ois Birch. I, Billy Jenkins, leave my “cute” little turned-up nose to “Jakie” Bender, who we feel is in need of it. I, Herschel Leffingwell, leave my red hair, which has endured many entanglements with as many girls, to Pat Haner. I, Edward I.ometti, leave my “Bull” Durham, Sparkplug, King Edwards, and cheap chewing to that wildcat of the campus, Bobby Moser. I, Vivian McFlatton, leave my punctuality in school to one in dire need of same — Harry Wagen- seller. I, Floyd Masters, leave my ability to get straight A’s, love for my teachers, and the like, to one who would use these mere trifles, Nick VonBergen. I, FYank Merrill, can’t leave anything because I need every- thing I possess to make love to bashful Bette Neumann. I, Shirley Moyer, bequeath all my Pontiac boy friends to Ffelen Greene in hope that she can han- dle them better than I did. I. Pauline Metz, leave my quiet and serious nature to a freshman of vivacious character, Phyllis Somers. I, Virginia Munz, will my hearty laughter to that hysterical, giggling Dorothy Henning. I, Wilma Jean Munz, leave my 19

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a southern jubilee. 1'his party was very picturesque with the girls in swishing skirts and the boys dress- ed as polite southern gentlemen. Directing the year’s activities, our class officers were: President, Howard Freed; vice-president, George Thomas; secretary, Mari- lyn Thompson; treasurer, Lillian Woodard. In all due decorum as seniors, we introduced to an appreciative audience Seven Sisters, a Hunga- rian farce, directed by Miss Kem- ple. Our class officers are: Presi- dent, George Thomas; vice-presi- dent, Dick Deputy; secretary- treasurer, Frank Merrill. During the four years, we have participated in the activities of the I atin Club, Spanish Club, French Club, Home Fc. Club, G. A. A. and F. F. A. Fifteen boys of the class, in recognition of their ath- letic ability, have been elected to the F Club. Each year we have contributed our time and support to the production of The Crier. As our senior year draws to its close in a whirl of activities, we wish to express our appreciation those who have contributed to the wealth of our school years. To our teachers and to the commu- nity as a whole we are grateful for making these past years pos- sible. CLASS WILL We, the graduating class of Fairbury Township High School, in the year of our I ord, Nineteen Hundred and Forty-two, being of sound body and sentimental tem- perament, and having successfully completed eight years of elemen- tary work and having attended four years at F. T. H. S., do here- by leave our personal attributes and other odds and ends to cer- tain unfortunate undergraduates. Sorrowfully we leave this school edifice and all the memories asso- ciated with it, but we unhesitating- ly leave to the student body the precocious faculty. We, the fol- lowing, make our individual be- quests : I, Van Ambrose, leave my hu- . morous tales and horse laugh to whoever wants them (but who does?) I, Raymond Bess, bequeath my unpublished book How to Win HIondes and Influence Freshmen, (copyright pending) to the whole school. I, Berniece Bills, leave my read- ing and writing letters to my sol- dier man to Ruby Vance. I, Dorofhy Bradley, leave my well beaten path from 107 West Ash street to F. T. H. S. to Cath- erine Roach with the condition that she will use it to get to school on time as I have done. I, Junior Bunting, Romeo of the senior class, will my distin- guished position to Cassanova Herbie Weisser. I, Jane Carter, leave my easel and ultra-modern etchings to Miss Sharp’s collection of Roman Art. 1, Ursula Carlson, leave my. love for night life to that studious and sweet little Imogene Jessup. '8

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gorgeous head of natural blonde hair to Marion Somerville. T, Bette Neumann, do hereby state (quote) I don’t want to leave anythng to anyone because Frank Merrill didn’t and I do want to be so much like him. (un- quote.) I, Rose Noble, will my ability to flirt with all the boys in school and out of school to one who might find it helpful, Florence Sutter. I, Francis Paternoster, would like to leave my ability to make love to the freshman girls to Charles Miskell but under the cir- cumstances I think I’ll keep it. I, Irma Peter, willingly give four inches oft my skirt to one who is in dire need of material for skirts, Rose Torch. I, Virgil Price, feel so badly about leaving this institution that somone had better will me a few handkerchiefs to shed my tears in. I, Velma Range, leave my so- phisticated wobble and morning- after expression to Lois N’cwnam. I, Donald Schwarzwalder, leave to Virgil Travis my unscrupulous methods of luring girls into going with me. I, Francis Scouler, leave unhesi- tatingly, and also I leave my So- ciology book to the other unfor- tunate expellents of F’.nglish IV in need of a credit. I, LaVonne Stiver, leave my True Story Magazine and idoli- zation of “Ty” Power to Miss Whitford with the hope that she will cherish them as 1 have. I, Carnell Strode, bequeath upon Olive James my technique of ensnaring upper classmen with the hope she will profit as I did (?). I, George Thomas, bestow upon my brother Charles the old Thom- as axiom, “Never put off until to- morrow that which you can evade altogether.” I, Marilyn Thompon, having completed my term, have nothing to leave as Chuck graduated ahead of me. I, Goldie Travis, leave my strong bold ways and overpower- ing oral faculties to that naive, quiet-voiced James Watson. I, Alberta VonBergen, leave James Hurt (darn it!) I, Bob Wharton, having given four years of my life in active service at F. T. H. S. and never having been guilty of a misdemea- nor, leave my spotless reputation, a box of thumb tacks and one rub- ber band to Bob Ziegenhorn. I, Marjorie Williamson, leave to my little (but not belittled) sister my ability to stay blond. I, Francis Winterland, leave my snappy comebacks at Hamman and one half-smoked White Owl to any one who has nerve enough to face Hamman and is man enough to finish smoking my cigar. I, Lillian Woodard, leave to Jo Thompson my love for the Thomases. I, Pauline Zimmerman, be- queath to that forthcoming “deb” Ella Balder, one cake of mascara and one tube of “Savage Red.” ¥ 20