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

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I, Roy Carder, hereby leave my Freshman admirers the memory of ny super-shoulders and all-empowering arms in the hopes that it may console them after 1 have gone. I, Betty Clark, bequeath to Mary Rose Travis my success in ensnaring Forrest bar-keeps into the matrimonial sea. Note: I attribute my success to the fact that I wear red so well. I, Carl Filers, leave my blonde locks and bobbing Adam’s apple to that luscious Eve, Mae Bender. I, Lois Fitzgerald, leave my doctor hills and chronic ailments to that lragile little Doris Von Bergen. I, Betty Grove, leave my yen for a uniform to Edna Wenger. I, Charles Hanes, that Lochinvar from out of the West—on, that handsome heartbreaker, that rugged specimen of manhood, i. e. darling ol all the women, bequeath “All This and My Inflated Ego, Too” to any- one who feels he can shoulder the load. I, Dorothy Henning, leave to get my lenses changed as the after- effects of killing one ( 1) zombie at Sloppy Joe Carrithers’ flophouse. (Burp!) I, Ralph Hoffman, leave my meek and mild attitude toward that fiery demon of the Junior class to whoever may encounter her next. Poor fellow! I, Ella James, leave my great succes (?) with the 4-F’s, farmers, and juveniles, and the resultant jiltings to my sister, Olive Mae, who already has a good start. I, imogene Jessup, leave my—CENSORED—!! I, John Torch, leave my unpaid Christmas present hill to the bene- liciary, Florence Gerdes. I, Fdsie Mae Metz, leave my loud-mouthed show off antics to that angelic, mouse-like Vivian Schmidt. I, Joan Milne, the blonde sheep of the Senior class, bequeath to N'orma Young, who direly needs and desires it. my curly fleece. I, Jay Morris, leave some peace to 'he teachers, and to the rest of the student body my animated ant cs which think are iust too cute. I, Charlotte Nance, leave. I have made so many mistakes in life, but I DON’T CARE! 1, Lois Newnam, bequeath my long-coveted seat in the theatre behind the boys with the Ford to Maxine Sears, who heretofore patronized the balcony. I, 1 ucille Rathman. leave mv coca-cola bottle figure to Margaret Mehrings. Flelpful Hint: I attribute this to my wrestling with a tooth- pick every night. I, John Reis, leave to Miss Kouzmanoff a year’s subscription to the Chicago Tribune. I, Richard Rice, leave my outward bashfulness and inward wolf-ways to Byard Williams on his out-of-town trips. I, I.yle Ricketts, leave my tobacco-stained teeth and bottle of Four Roses to Albert Flonegger. I, Marcella Rinkenberger. leave mv lisrht and airy steps which shake the whole darned assembly, to quiet little Jesse Huber. —22—

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erville, Margot Spence, Carllene Steidinger, Heien Steidinger, Florence Sutter, Edith Yeagle. Boys’ Glee Club: Carl Eilers, Charles Hanes, John Reis, Jay Morris, Harry Wagenseller. Majorettes: Margie Schnetzler, Betty Clark. Band: Helen Steidinger, Carllene Steidinger, Edith Yeagle, Joan Milne, Charles Hanes, Jay Morris, Ella James, Lois Fitzgerald, Lois Newnam, Dorothy Henning. As a memoir of our class and a lasting tribute to those serving in the armed forces, we are leaving to the school an Honor Roll upon which will be inscribed the names of all graduates of F. T. H. S. in the service. I he Honor Roll will be made so that more names may be added in the luture. Now that we have completed our twelve years of basic education, we are ready to step across the threshold, diploma in hand, to seek whatever the future may hold for each of us. It is here our ways must part—many or us will go into the armed forces, some of us will go on to college, some of us will secure various positions in the business world. But no matter how different our aims may be, one thing we share in common—the knowl- edge that we are starting anew and our life will be what we, ourselves, make it. Our motto: Success is just around the corner. Be sure to turn. Colors: Red, white, and blue. blower: Red and white carnations. - - -x- - SENIOR CLASS WILL KNOW ALL MEN BY THESE PRESENTS, That we, the grad- uating class in the year of our Lord One Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-three of the Fairbury Township High School, Fairbury, Illinois, of the United States of America, after four years of unrewarded effort to change this drool-school into a jive-dive, all this time being in a rut, but now in the groove, we’re hep to the step and giving them the gait, and so revoke all former wills and testaments by us heretofore made: First: We, the entire class, bequeath to the under-worms our high esteem for the lower things in life. Second: We, the entire class, do hereby bequeath our ability to avoid the disastrous consequences of absenteeism in the mornings after the nights spent in rug-cutting, snuggle-bugging whing-dings at the local Hop houses. Third: We, the entire class, bequeath our overflowing love for those two faculty floogies, Kuzzie and Izzie, who after five days of teaching at dear old F. T. H. S., buzz off on the weekends to the Chicago stockyards lor a fresh breath of air. Fourth: We, the entire class, leave carrot-topped Staggs. Whoopie! Fifth: We as individual members make the following bequests: —21 —

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I, Katharenc Roach, leave my demon driving with the brake on and the radiator dry to Charles Miskell. I, Margie Schnetzler, leave my ability to be engaged and still keep all the other boys on the string to anyone who thinks it might come in handy some day. I, Elizabeth Somerville, will my ability to fight in the clinches with Joe Louis to that belle of the bars, Mary Harris. I, Marionne Somerville, leave my passion for movie stars, Sabu in particular, to beauless Betty Wills. 1, Margot Spence (Lady Godiva), leave my Amazonian tactics and tears to Alice Ferguson. I, Helen Steidinger, will my sweater girl figure and favorite song, “Jersey Bounce,” to Phyllis Haab. I, Carllene Steidinger, leave my l ooks and my ability to concentrate on them into the wee hours of the morning to Phyllis Moyer, who con- centrates into the wee hours of the morning—but not on books! I, Florence Sutter, leave my diamond to Lula Mae Bess (whose only chance it will be) with the understanding that I get it back when I quit going steady. I, Maurice Sutter, do hereby leave my sowing machine to Charles eatch in the hopes that he may sow his wild oats as unfruitfully as I have. I, Charles Thomas, leave my ability to run from the scene of a good fight, especially my own fights, to Francis Haase. I, Frances Tollensdorf, leave my radiant countenance and dynamic personality to Rosemary Gahwiler, hoping that she will put them to ad- vantage like 1 did. I, Virgil Travis, leave my title of “King of the Speedway” to that bashful snailpacer, Bob Ziegenhorn. I, Ruby Vance, leave my congeniality and 18-inch waist to that sylph- like Ruth Smith. I, Harry John Wagenseller, am really leaving this time. I deem this sufficient. 1, Wayne Winterland, leave my ability to slip my girl friends a couple of gallons of gas on the Q. T. to Bill Tagg in the hopes that he will get my position when I leave for the WAACs May 21st. I, Herbert Wiser, bequeath my retractable ears, concave chest and convex stomach to Dula Mae Dawson. I, Edith Yeagle, leave my ability to take things as they come, always with a smile, with now and then a colorful word interjected, to wild, wooly Carlos Bandy. And lastly, we nominate and appoint Happy DeFries to be the sole executor of this Will and desire that he will carry ou‘ our wishes as they were hereinbefore stated. Signed, sealed, slung upon our former said cellmates by the Senior Class of ’43, as its I ast Will and Testament in the presence of the wit- nesses undersigned. MINNIE SNEYD (Seal) DR ACULA (Seal) —23—