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

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1945 THE CRIER We regret to have lost Miss Marjorie Kemple for the remainder of this year, and proudly dedicate our Crier to her. Because of her absence, we have been unable to produce a Senior play. We compliment Miss Katheryn Martens for the successful job she has done in assuming Miss Kemple’s duties. Our class officers who have worked this year with efficiency toward attaining the high standards of our class are: President—Howard Bess. Vice-President—Rose Flanagan. Secretary-Treasurer—Helen Tagg. Our class sponsors, who have given us help and guidance throughout the year, are Mr. Byron West and Miss Kemple. During our four years in high school, our class has participated in the various club activities, such as the Latin Club, Home Economics, Future Farmers, F Club, G. A. A., and Spanish Club. We recall many pleasant memories of trips, parties, dinners, and dances. We hope that these or- ganizations may continue their efforts in behalf of the students. We also express pride in our proudest achievement this year—The Crier. I he school has endeavored to help the war effort by sponsoring scrap and paper drives. Both enterprises have been overwhelmingly successful. Homecoming has been one of the highlights of this year that will be long remembered. The parade downtown, the dance, the stunt show, crowning of the queen, and most important, the victory on the gridiron over our rival, Pontiac, helped to make it a perfect homecoming. We were all sorry to lose various members of our class before grad- uation, but we are proud of their entry into the Armed Forces. It is our sincere desire that the class behind us will be able to attend graduation en masse, entirely united. As our four years come to an end, we relinquish the title and satis- faction of being “glorified seniors” to the class of ’46. Although we are all anxious to go out and find our individual places in the world, we shall miss F.T.H.S. In leaving, we pay tribute to a great school, and a faculty who have so patiently aided us. 21

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194(5 TEE € RIER CLASS HISTORY In the fall of ’33, fourteen members of our present graduating class began, at the Edison school, the long trek toward the final achievement of knowledge. They were: Muriel Bedell, Howard Bess, Phyllis Drennen, Evelyn Clark, Paul Filers, Alice Ferguson, Bob Gouge, Pat Haner, Ralph Knopp, Robert Moser, Bob Nussbaum, Vivian Schmidt, Arnola Winter- land, and Reva Wiser. During the years that followed, we acquired many additions to the class. Finally, in 1941, fifty-four meek, but eager freshmen, with open eyes and wavering footsteps, entered those huge (and at that time) unin- viting) halls. With due exploration and a little self-confidence, we then desired to contribute to the various organizations. We have been well represented during our four years in the Music Department. Olive Mae James has served as drum majorette and this year as drum major. The band and majorettes have lent a helping hand by entertaining between halves during both the football and basketball seasons. Though it has been impossible for us to participate in far-away music contests because of wartime restrictions, we have presented several local musical entertainments and operettas. Our successful presentations of these operettas have been interesting highlights throughout the vears. In 1942. we introduced “Blow Me Down,” which was directed by Mr. C. A. Ricketts; the following year, “Tune Inn.” directed by Mrs. James Winn, and finally “The Forest Prince,” directed by Mr. Robert W. Cummins. We are extremely oroud of the contributions our boys have made in the field of sports. Our success on the gridiron and on the basketball court has been especially gratifying this year. Our achievements include the winning of the Corn Belt championship in football, along with the winning of the Corn Belt co-championship in basketball. In basketball, all members of the first team were seniors, with the exception of Sam Runyon. Our cheerleaders, I ois Birch and Andy Lehmann, have done a great job in conducting Pep Club sessions, and leading the student body on to- ward cheering the team to victory. “Young April” was the title of our Junior Class Play. It was a com- edy hit in three acts, under the direction of Miss Virginia Staker. 20

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1945 THE CRIER CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of one thousand nineteen hundred and forty-five, being the brains of thia organization, because of our exceptional and outstanding intelligence, do hereby sacrifice our position as stalwarts in the scholastic structure of the school with the following provisions: First: We, the entire class, leave our pleasing personalities which we have attained through our compulsory associations with those hopeless, helpless, tiresome, torments —the under classmen, to all future seniors. Second: Next, we being the overseers of the local Township shed by night desire that this haven will not be neglected after our departure. Third: We, under no circumstances, intend to leave our best contacts, namely bars, booths, bowling alleys and babes, because those of us who remain behind desire to retain them. Fourth: We the Senior girls, leave Mr. Maurer, darn it! Lastly, we make our individual bequests: I, Elias “Appletree” Aupperle, bequeath my superb ability to bring merriment to the physics class through my practical joking and innocent smirks to the pride of the appletree orchard, Willis. I, Muriel Bedell, will my brother, Jean, to any commercial teacher interested. I, Howard Bess, in my own self-conscious way, leave my strong desire to be at the head of everything, namely, the Senior class, to that self-centered, supercilious, sensitive soul of the Sophomore class, Jim Hurt. I. Lois Birch, leave my little rendezvous with Sam Runyon in the typing room under the watchful eye of Miss Dugger to Reva Carder. I, Thomas Carter, leave my wolf-liko actions and my lamb-like inner self to one whose thoughts and actions are both wolfish, Bob Loy. I, Evelyn Clark, leave my lipstick-besmudged photograph of “Punchie” to Betty Bittner. I, Evelyn Craig, leave my love for El Paso and my devotion to M. F.’s kids to Jane Burt, who is in need of same. I. Dale Dameron, leave my drag with certain members of the faculty, and my general conceit to Hap DeFries. I. Phyllis Drennen, leave my secluded seat in the rear of the assembly from which I keep an eye on the upper classmen, to Mattie Grove. I, Paul Eilers, leave my excess knowledge to Guy Bandy. I attribute this knowledge to the fact that I have often had an additional eighth period, otherwise known as detention. I. Alice Ferguson, will my love for blowing (the trombone, I mean) to one who also blows, but not a musical instrument. Bill Thomas. I, Ray Fitzgerald, whose greatest admirer is myself, leave my promises to win four basketball letters in a row to Wilmer Stork. I, Rose Flanagan bequeath my anemic half-starved appearance and my inability to trip or trap servicemen to that charming curvacious co-ed of the campus, Margaret Marshall. I. Bob Gouge, leave my cave man whiskers and one unused tube of Burma Shave, to Bill Leonard. I, Helen Jean Green, leave my mooning for spooning and lov? for daytime park- ing and sparking, to my beloved brother, “Grip.” I, Francis Haase, leave my hardened muscles and brawny back which I have 22