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

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THE CHICK 1945 First row: Richard Schwarzwalder, Melvin Norris, Willis Harris. Second row: Bob Loy, Kenneth Metz. Willadene McKinley. Jacqueiine Schade. Sam Runyon. Ollie Myers. CLASS HISTORY PRESIDENT ............ STANLEY WEEKS VICE-PRESIDENT ....... EARL BROQUARD SECRETARY ......... FRANCES HILDRETH TREASURER ............ MARDELL NANCE Do you remember the Juniors that wandered into F. I .II.S. on August 28, 1942? They were considered the dumbest class in grade school and still are considered ignorant at F.T.H.S. In our three years at Fairbury High our class has been well repre- sented in football, basketball and baseball. Along with our athletic he- roes, we are proud of our cheerleader, Mardell Nance. In the past three years our class has decreased by the loss of Jim Albee, Harold Butler, Rosemary Cooper, Dick Gahwiler, Rosemary Gahwiler, Caroline Haas, Robert Hankin, Priscilla Harris, Albert Hon- egger, Clarence Kaisner, Daniel Mallory, Kenneth Range, George Schade, Gene Woodard. However, we have added to our class Walter Harris, Annabelle Nash, I.ois Wallenstein, Bob Loy. 28

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194(5 THE CRIER First row: Richard Steidinger. John Thomirson. Warren Weasels. Jewel Shoemaker. George Strode. Second row: Mary Rose Travis. Lois Wallenstein. Eleanor Walter, Lucetta Wessels. Ruth Smith, Mildred Wenger. First row: Bert Coo| er. Wayne Booker. Phyllis Bean. Charles Green, Walter Harris. Second row: Hap DeFries, Mattie Grove, Bob Beckley. Gladys Bushman. Wilbur Booker. 27

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1945 THE EE I EE Many years have crept by and it is 1960. By paddling your own canoe across the sea, you find yourselves in Moscow, Russia. Howard and Gracie, having become united in Holy Matrimony in the years previous, have settled here with their happy family of ten. Gracie has tucked the kiddies to bed and she and Howard are all set to buzz to Germany in their brand new Helicopter for a “Hot Time In The Town of Berlin.” They become engrossed in a conversation of the good old days spent back in Fairbury, Illinois. Howard: Gracie, when the kids get out of the way and on their own, we’ll have to load up and hop back to good old Fairbury, Illinois. Gracie: By cracky, that’s a good idea. Howard. I bet the town has changed. Howard: Could be. but Haase is still scooping cinders on the T.„ P. W. Rail- road. Being a section foreman, though, he doesn’t have to scoop much. All the fellows howl about it, but he blames it on that appendectomy case he had when he was a Senior. Gracie: What happened to that long-legged Wee Willie Wilken? He had those big beautiful green eyes and that curly brown hair, that would just make you swoon every time you took a gander at it. Howard: He’s got a shop in New York called “Learn the Latest Maneuvers.” He demonstrates the latest maneuvers on how to get your girl to marry you on the first date. Gracie: I got a letter from Irene Hurt yesterdav. Guess what? She’s operating a reducing school for all the heavyweights and chubbies. It’s called “Get Thin or Die.” Howard: Tom Carter finally reached his goal. He can type 125 words a minute now. He always was a fast one. He edits a magazine called “World Events,” by Me, Myself, and I. Gracie: I haven’t heard a thing about Rosie Flanagan since graduation. Howard: Flat Foot Flanagan, that Irishman who always barreled that Ford around, is still barreling it. She and Vivian Schmidt drove the thing from Alaska to the tip end of South America, with exactly 60 blowouts, but they made it. They are both traveling saleswomen. One of the kind you’ll buy from to get rid of ’em. Gracie: When John Mowery got a discharge from the Armv. he married a cute little number from Bartonville and settled down in Pinerid e. He’s got a nice little family of fourteen. Everything is strictly military stvle. He makes the kids march around everv morning with a Hup. H-wo. H-ree. H-four. What that bunch couldn’t have done with MacArthur’s Army over in the Pacific. Howard: Like me. Fitzgerald finally gave up basketball. He liked to bowl so well that he started a bowling alley in South China. When he began to teach the Chinese to bowl they always forgot and left the ball behind and found themselves at the other end. in the gutter. They got more strikes that way. but claimed it was “Plenty hard on a Settee.” Betty Travis runs a bakery at Prison Sing Sing out on the coast of California. She can make the best rolls you ever tasted. The criminals always have a big game of baseball with them every morning. Gracie: Helen Greene did a neat job in hooking that man of hers. She’s making the living though, still clerking down at the Pen Franklin Dime Store The Armv wore him out so that he married her on the terms that she would make the living, being her only1 chance, she took it. Howard: Zieggy stuck his neck out down in the South Sea Islands. Due to a bad left and a sharp right he received a couple of black eyes in a free for all in Timbuctoo. He came out on top with the honor of being married to a hool-a hool-a dancer. After the first shock of the colors left him, he saw what he got—Ooh-la-la! Gracie: The other night as I switched on the radio, an old familiar voice howled over the air. It was that swoon crooner, Raloh Knopp, putting up keen competition for Frankie, sponsored by B. C. Headache Aspirins, Manufactured by Knopp, Inc. Howard: After the fifth proposal, Lloyd Metz finally got that beautiful Red Head 29