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

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 ENICC ACIIVITIEI PHYLLIS BEAN G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. F. H. A. 1. 2 3. Girls Cho- rus 1. 2. 3. 4. Mixed Chorus 2. 3. 4. Operetta 1. 2, 3. 4. Mixed Ensemble 4. Girls’ Trio 4. Hi-Life 3. Crier Staff 4. Homecoming Court 4. BOB BECKLEY Baseball 1. 2. 4. Basketball 1. 2. 3. 4. Foot- ball 2, 3, 4. Mixed Chorus 1. 2. Boys’ Chorus 1. 2. Mixed Ensemble 1, 2. Student Council 1. F Club 1. 2. 3. 4. CARROLL BESGROVE Band 1. 2. 3. 4. F. F. A. 2. 3. Latin Club 3. 4. WILBUR BOOKER Football 1. 2. 3. 4. F. F. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Class OITicer 4. Crier Staff 4. I ” Club 2. 3. 4. EARL BROQUARD Boys’ Chorus 1. 2. 3. 4. Mixed Chorus 3. 4. Operetta 1. 2. 3. 4. F. F. A. 2. 3. 4. Hi-Life 3. Class Officer 3. 4. Crier Staff 4. GLADYS BUSHMAN Majorette 1. 2. 3. 4. Latin Club 2. G. A. A. 1. 2, 3. 4. F. H. A. 2. Spanish Club Officer 4. Drum Major 4. Crier Staff 4. BERT COOPER Boys’ Chorus 1. 2, 3. 4. Operetta 1. 2. 3. 4. Mixed Chorus 3. 4. Spanish Club 4. Crier Staff 4. CHARLES GREEN Latin Club 1. 2. 3. 4. “F’’ Club 1. 2. 3. 4. Baseball Manager 1. Boys’ Chorus 1. Operetta 1. Spanish Club 4. Crier Staff 4. MATTIE GROVE G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Crier Staff 4. WALTER HARRIS Baseball I. 4. Football 3. 4. F Club 4. Span- ish Club 4. WILLIS HARRIS Boys’ Chorus 1. 2. 3, 4. Football 2. 3. 4. Bas- ketball 2. 3. 4. Operetta 1. 2. 3. Spanish Club 2. 3. Mixed Chorus 3. “F’ Club 4. MARDELL NANCE Girls’ Chorus 1. 2. 3. 4. Operetta 1. 2. 3. 4. Crier Staff 1. 2. 3. 4. F. H. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 1, 2. 3. 4, Cheerleader 1. 2. 3. 4. Student Council 3. 4. Hi-Life 3. 4. Class Offi- cer 2, 3. Homecoming Court 4. JACQUELINE SCHADE Girls’ Chorus 1. 2. 3. 4. Operetta 1. 2. 3. 4. Band 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Latin Club 1. 2. Mixed Chorus 3. 4. Crier Staff 4. DEAN SCHROCK Transferred from Pements. Indiana. Band 4. Boys’ Chorus 4. Mixed Chorus 4. Operetta 4 Crier Staff 4. RICHARD SCHWARZWALDER Transferred from Saunemin. “F” Club 3. 4. Crier Staff 4. Baseball 4. Boys’ Chorus 4. Oper- etta 4. Student Council 4. Football 3. 4. RUTH SMITH F. H. A. 1. 2, 3, 4. G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Glee Club 1. 2. Spanish Club 4. Operetta 1. Crier Staff 4. RICHARD STEIDINGER Latin Club 1. 2, 3. 4. Boys’ Chorus 1, 2, 3 4 Operetta 1. 2. 3, 4. Mixed Chorus 3. 4. Crier Staff 4. GEORGE STRODE Boys’ Chorus 1. 2. 3. 4. Football 1. 2. 3. 4. Operetta I. 2. 3. 4. F. F. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. F Club 2. 3. 4. Mixed Chorus 3. 4. Baseball 1. 2, Crier Staff 4. JOHN THOMPSON F. F. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Basketball 1. 4. Football 4. ’F” Club 4. MARY ROSE TRAVIS F. H. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 4. Spanish Club 4. Crier Staff 4. Operetta 1. Girls’ Chorus 1. LOIS WALLENSTEIN G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. F. H. A. 1. 2. 4. Latin Club 2. Crier Staff 4. Girls’ Chorus 1. 4. Mixed Chorus 4. FRANCES HILDRETH F. H. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Crier Staff 3. 4. Student Council 2. Homecom- ing Court 4. BRUCE LEE Transfer from Chenoa, Crier Staff 4. WILLADENE McKINLEY F. H. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Stu- dent Council 4. Homecoming Queen 4. Crier Staff 4. KENNETH METZ F. F. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Football 4. F’ Club 4. Crier Staff 4. Hi-Life 4. OLLIE MYERS Transfer from St. Joseph. F. F. A. 2. 3. 4. Basketball 4, F” Club 4. Crier Staff 4. ANNABELLE NASH G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Latin Club 2. F. H. A. 2. 3. Crier Staff 4. ELEANOR WALTER F. H. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 2. Club 4. Crier Staff 4. 3. 4. Spanish STANLEY WEEKS Boys’ Chorus 1. 2. 3. 4. Mixed Chorus 1. 2. 3. 4. Band 1. 2. 3. 4. Boys’ Quartet 3. 4. Mixed Ensemble 1. 2. 3. 4. Student Council 2. 3. 4. F. F. A. 1. 2. 3. Class Officer Latin Club 3. 4. Operetta 1, 2, 3, 4. MiLUKltu WhJIMGER F A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 2. 3. 4. Latin Club 2. 3. 4. Hi-Life 4. Crier Staff 4. Home- coming Court 4. LUCETTA WESSELS F. H. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. G. A. A. 1. 2. 3. 4. Span- ish Club 4. Crier Staff 4. WARREN WESSELS Boys’ Chorus 1. 2. Operetta 1. 2. F F. A. 23

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CL4f WILL We, the unpretentious, esteemed Seniors of 1946, which by the way, is the only year that such important and dignified adults have held the po- sition as head of our spacious halls of learning, do, with many tears, sobs, and misgivings, be- queath our high and lofty position as Seniors to those dumb, but willing to learn, Juniors, in hopes that they can do half as well as we tried to do. Individually we bequeath: I, Phyllis Bean, will my bedroom eyes and my willowy figure to that giggle girl of the Sopho- more class, Margaret Marshall. I, Bob Beckley, leave my private little stories, my numerous nicknames and my naughty ex- pressions to Duan Juan, Elmer Aupperle. Sorry, girls, but I’m taking my darling, deep, swirling dimples with me. I need ’em. I, Carroll Besgrove, have only one thing to offer, my worn-out, rusty, curling irons, to Lyle Wessels, who needs them. I, Wilbur Booker, leave........all poohed out (Sigh.) I, Earl Broquard, will my puppy-dog eyes and my innocent (?) grin to Harley Wagenseller, that all-time Casanova. I, Gladys Bushman, bequeath my majorette suit and my out-of-town boy friends to Shirley Waters. I, Bert Cooper, leave my Frank Sinatra voice and Van Johnon figure to Robert Perkins. I, Charles Green, leave my business ability, my roller-skating technique and my sunny attitude to Carl Bradley. I, Mattie Grove, leave my plow jockey walk, my case of peroxide and my over-barreling laugh to Marilyn Steidinger. I. Walter Harris, leave my permanent wave, and my “poily” teeth to Bryce Rathbun. I, Willis Harris, will my swivel hips and tooth- pick legs to Dan Fugate. I, Frances Hildreth, leave my milk-house grip, my extreme generosity and my stupendous appe- tite to Virginia Palmer. I, Bruce Lee. do hereby bequeath my love, my affection, my devotion to—all the girls of Chenoa. I, Willadene McKinley, leave my favorite theme song, “My Buddy,” to Joanne Moser. P. S. I’m taking Bud with me for in the near future. I, Kenneth Metz, will my baby-face expres- sions and my Charles Atlas Physique to Robert Huber. I, Ollie Myers, bequeath my worn vocal cords, my love for Freshman girls to Bill Leonard. He can use them. I, Mardell Nance, leave my speed on the stairs and my eternal figits to Jean Hair. I, Annabel Nash, will all my absences, along with the ready-made excuses to Nellie Flanagan, not that she hasn’t got enough of her own. I, Jacqueline Schade, leave all my racing boy friends to Shirley Moser, in hopes that she can catch ’em. I, Dean Schrock, will my cracked glasses, my false tee»h and my reserved comics at Wade’s to Don Merrill. I. Richard Schwarzwalder. do hereby bequeath my master mind, my cheerful grin, and my love for that certain girl in the Freshman class, to my brother, in hopes that he’ll take good care of them. I, Ruth Smith, bequeath my last-minute rush to school, my love for bookkeeping and my abil- ity to look at someone without letting them know what I’m thinking, to Anna Aupperle. I, Richard Steidinger. leave my excessive lovx? for airplanes, all sizes, shapes and colors, to that speed demon of the Junior class, Don Broquard. I. George Strode, bequeath my Tarzan eyes and my bristly beard, also my five o’clock shad- ow. to that he-man, Charles Schahrer. I, John Thompson, leave my impish grin, my apparent shyness, and my Sophomore admirers, to Stan Vail. I, Mary Rose Travis, leave my boisterous atti- tude and my reckless driving to that fiery Mar- garet Miskell. I. Lois Wallenstein, bequeath my basketball ability and my high and mighty laugh, to Mary Ann Rathun. I, Eleanor Walter, leave my nickname “Stin- ky,” and my ladylike manners to that refined Jane Burt. I, Stanley Weeks--------am undecided whether to leave or not as I am fondly attached to those dear cherubs, the Juniors. I, Mildred Wenger, leave my extreme bril- liance, my drag with the teachers to Vera Han- kins. (It takes a lot of work, Vera.) I, Lucetta Wessels, leave my excess poundage and my Chmese fingernails to that pin-up girl, Ethel Mae Kaisner. I, Warren Wessels, leave all my corny jokes (which I think are just too cute) and my over- worked brain to Joe Yeagle.

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«iv f PccPHEcy In the spring of 1958 we find Carroll Besgrove, the most prominent divorce lawyer in Reno, and his faithful, lovable, little wife, Mildred, who in 1947 was still Mildred Wenger. They have just finished dinner in their little white cottage with green shut- ters, which nestles in the hills on the outskirts of Reno. Because their favorite night-spot, the Pigeon’s Club,” is closed, they have decided to spend a quiet evening at home. The Pigeon’s Club,'’ owned and operated by Earl Broquard, is closed until further notice. Earl’s exclusive singer, Lucetta Wessels, has run away with that ragtime romeo,” Kenny Metz. Kenny and Lois Wallenstein, his partner, have become the world’s favorite dance team. Mr. and Mrs. Besgrove are seated near the fireplace and as they are comfortably resting the telephone rings. Fran” Hildreth appears from the kitchen and answers the phone. Yes, this is Frances Hildreth. My number? Let’s see, it’s Westervelt 2974S80C0-Bob? Which one? I’m just fine. Where are you? Chicago? Oh, no! Oh, you poor boy! She is? Why, she ought to know better than that! Well, I think they’re going to raise my salary here to seven dollars a week. I’ve been as nice as I could. I’ve just finished the dinner dishes. Anyhow, even if I just save at least half of that we’ll have enough money in no time at all. O. K. I’ll be seeing you soon, I hope. Good luck. Goodbye.” (Hangs up.) Oh, Mrs. Besgrove, that was Mr. Beckley. He is still trying to get out of the clutches of Mardell Nance. As soon as he does he’s going to come and get me, and if I have enough money we’ll get married.” (Goes into .ue kitchen again.) Mrs. Besgrove: I hope Mardell never does give up, so Bob can’t come and take Fran” away from us. Mr. Besgrove: Yeah, we would be lost without her now. (Picking up a book lying near him.) What’s this book here, anyhow? Mrs. B.: I think that is Fran’s diary. Put it down, dear. We can’t read it. Mr. B.: Why can’t we read it? Fran wouldn’t care— Mrs. B.: Well—If we are going to read it, let me read it out loud to you, because you can’t see with those new glasses yet. Oh, here on the page dated June 7, 1957. It says that in a letter she received from Bruce Lee, he said that his seventh and youngest child--so far—Egbert, was crying because he didn’t get enough to eat. The reason was that Billie McKinley Nussbaum was driving their Melody Milk Wagon tor awhile. Billie was not yet acquainted with the route. Doesn’t that sound like Billie? Here is something about Wilbur Booker on June 11. It says that he is down at Champaign, Illinois, and has accepted his fourth term of four years as head man- ager for the basketball team for the University there. Mr. B.: Good for old “Breezy!” Mrs. B.: Here is a newspaper clipping pasted on this page, Jun' 15, about Georgie Strode. It says that he’s on trial because he was trying to sell shares for the Golden Gate Bridge. Now that’s silly for him to try to sell shares for that, isn’t it? Whv, e en I know that nobody in the United States'could afford to invest their money in that because it would be so terribly expensive. Mr. B.: Oh, sure! Sure! Mrs. B.: My goodness! What’s this? July 1. John Thompson. Who’s he? I don’t remember him. Do you? Mr. B.: Why sure, he’s the kid that always tried to have his hair curled nice like mine. You know, I think he used a curling iron to curl it. Of course, I never said anything, ’cause I didn’t want to start any gossip. What does it say about him? Mrs. B.: It says that he’s having quite a time now with raising his breed of fleas. They are called the “red-neckcd, yellow-backed, blue-belly fleas.” The reason he’s having trouble is because his former partner, Ollie Myers, has gone into busi less with Mary Rose Travis, whose breed of fleas is considered more advanced in civilization. Ollie thinks it is mere interesting to werk with a creature of the opposite sex. Mr. B.: Sounds like Ollie! Mrs. B.: Oh, for heaven’s sakes! Here it says that Mattie Grove is still employed at Wade’s Drug Store. T’ll bet Mr. Wade is still gettin’ a lot of business now with Mattie down there. I do believe that girl has a magic touch. Ah! I can still taste those delicious chocolate sodas she made; in fact, everything she made was the best.