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

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Inspiration I may not be a Kipling, A Milton or a Grey; But as my thoughts go rippling. My mind is miles away. I sit and picture hour by hour The beauty of the past; And wonder when it’s over Why it couldn’t last. The flowers and the rocky hills, I still can see them there. The silver brooks and daffodils Leave music in the air. The moon has such a golden hue, The stars blink off and on; They furnish brilliant light anew, A darkness travels on. I've lost my inspiration For the writing of this poem. This litt!e thing—temptation Has caused my thoughts to roam. —Rosie Crouch. School Days First in the morning comes shorthand, In which our teacher loves us all; But we have to get our lessons, Or we’ll go to the study hall. Next in line comes typing. I like it very much, But we have to get our lessons Much to our disgust. Then there’s American History. It comes just before noon. We have a grand reunion, If Staker doesn’t come too soon. Now I’m in the study hall, Where I can sit and dream. I might study my lessons— If there weren’t any magazines. —Ellen Vail. An Ode to Brick Young I like you, Brick Young. I think you are tops. But talk ’bout refereeing, I think you’re sort of flops. Whei you call out of bounds,’’ it’s just one of your lies, And then someone yells, Get the hair out of your eyes.’’ But don’t let them kid you, because you are hairless; You should have used Kreml, and not been so careless. At least you do have a manly chest, But, it seems to have fallen below your vest. I do love the way you officiate so proudly, And the way that you toot your whistle so loudly. The players all hurry and run at your call. But one of these days, Brick, you’re goin’ to fall. The Pantagraph will soon need a new sports reporter, And when that day comes, your career will be shorter. They’ll pension you off to a farm you’ll appreciate, And games between animals they’ll let you officiate. —Chuck Veatch. That’s Norway to Talk! Waitress: Hawaii, gentlemen, you must be Hungary.” Customer: Yes. Siam, and we can’t Rumania long, either. Venice, lunch ready?” Waitress: I’ll Russia a table. What’ll you Havre?” Customer: “Anything at all. but can’t Jamaica little speed?” Waitress: I don’t think the cook can Fiji that fast, but Alaska.” Customer: Never mind asking anyone. Just put a Cuba sugar in our Java.” Waitress: Sweden it yourself. I’m just here to Servia.” Customer: Denmark our bill and call the Bosporus. He’ll probably Kenya. I don’t believe you know who I am.” Waitress: No, and I don’t Caribbean.” Boss: Samoa your wisecracks? What’s got India? Do you think arguing Alps business?” Customer: Canada noise. Spain in the neck. Abyssinia.” 25 —Norma Young.

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SENIOR CLASS PLAY THE SATURDAY EVENING GHOST Tne evening of Friday, April 21, at eight o’clock, on the stage of the Central the- atre, the senior class of 1944 began the events of their graduation with the production of a three-act play. The Saturday Evening Ghost.” This comedy is an adaptation by Tom Taggart of a well known short story by Oscar Wilde. The backgrouud of the action was an old English castle, the home for centuries of the Canterville family. Lord Canterville, the only living member, rented the castle to Mr. Hiram Otis, an American business man, who brought his very American family to England to escape kidnapers and other evils of Chicago. But when they arrived, the Otis family found they had to share the castle with the Canterville ghost, Sir Simon de Canterville, a gentleman of the 16th Century who murdered his wife and had long since established priority on haunting the castle! on Saturday and Wed- nesday nights. The humorous skepticism with which the American Otises handled the situation plus the traditional belief in ghosts, typical of the English, blended comedy and satire into an amusingly gay play. Following was the cast of characters: Lord Canterville; Sir Simon de Canterville, his 16th Century ancestor .... Charles Veatch Mr. Hiram Otis............Ernest Johnson Lucretia, his wife........................Darrell Peter Virginia, their daughter .... Eula Mae Bess Sonny, about 14..........Charles Miskell Pet, his little sister....................Margie Jessup Mrs. Unmey, the housekeeper . . Rosemary Crouch Lord Archioald Archibald . . . Eugene Durham 24

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Ni Os SUBJECT NICK- NAME PET SAYING PROBABLY WILL BE USUALLY SEEN NEVER SEEN LIKES CHIEP WORRY Charles Veatch Chuck” Aw, fudge! Insurance man Parking Serious Himself Clothes Doris VonBergen Dot” Well. I'll be derned1 Housewife On the job Idle Athletics Height William Woodard.... Bud” Aw, nuts I Football hero Forrest Playing in assembly Bowling 1 Punctuality Eula Mae Bess Bessy” Oh, nuts! Mrs. Bill Tagg At church Decker’s Bill English IV Alden Beck ley “Beck” Now, look! Farmer Sleeping Drinking Athletics None William Tag? Bill” Oh, ggoosshh Engineer Flirting Studying Music Behavior in assembly Miss Staker Gin” Well, ah declare! History Teacher With Miss Dugger Forrest Wesleyan Coach Discipline James Degen hart.... Jim” Now, Miss Staker... Nothing Writing letters At school on time Forrest girls Dates Darrell Peter Jakie not changing the subject . . . Somebody Smiling In bad humor To study Diet Ernest Johnson Ernie” Do you still love me? Ladies’ man At the theatre Quiet To tense the girls Staying in school Norma Young Mort” Hi. Dunnor Dancer At dances Calm Good orchestras Men Glenn Booker Stimp Well, fer— Pilot Roaming around Parking To talk His car Marjorie Jessup Jess” I know it! Stenographer At Decker's At home Gum | Her walk Robert Spence Bob None. Groceryman Forrest With Fairbury girls Work Forrest Evelyn Leetch Jean” (Censored) Old maid Forrest With Fairbury . boys Men Hair —ANONYMOUS.