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

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junior Class Harold Metz John Nance Virginia Palmer Delores Paternoster F LO R E NCE Sc IIM11) EGA LI John S' mg:i r Marilyn Steidinger Kennetii Winter lan d Miss Whitford, Adviser

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junior Class Donald Henning Jonathan Hetherington Robert Huber Anna Aupperi.e Willis Aupperi.e Guy Bandy Wayne Booker Donald Broquard Louise Bunting Jane Burt Margie Craig Connie DeMoss Dolores Doran Arnold Eilers John Friedman Dan Fugate Alfred Haase Vera Hankins 28

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History of Diary of 47 It was on August 30, 1943, that our class entered F. T. H. S. to experience new adventures in our high school education. It took us some rime to explore our new surroundings and become acquainted with our new schoolmates and faculty. During our first three years our class has taken part in football, bas- ketball, baseball, student council, choruses, various language clubs, dra- matics, Ik A, MIA, F Club, GAA, Hi-Life and Crier staff. From our class are two majorettes, Delores Doran and Reva Carder, and our cheer- leader, Marilyn Steidinger. • In the past three years we have lost Boh Lawrence, Harlan King, Jim King, Ervin Maurer, Gene Knopp, Bill Price. William Thomas. Herbert Miller, Barbara Steidinger, lean Milne, Delores Bradley, Cynthia Bitt- ner, Betty Hurt, and Mary Ruth Ferguson. Our past three years were very successful, but we are looking for- ward to our final year of high school as being the most outstanding of all. OUR BIOLOGY MASCOT He was a little turtle Just so big. One might even tind him On a twig. We boys and girls Watched him play. As he grew From day to day. He was so round With a perfect shape. His little green shell Served as his cape. One morning he looked quite ill: We wondered why he was so still. Finding he did not play. We found he had passed away. We remember our little turtle With a tear in each eye; Because we know he is happy In a pond up in the sky. Vera Hankins. SPRING There’s spring in the earth. There’s spring in the air. Spring in my heart. And the spring wind in my hair. There’s green in the grass. Blue in the skies, Wings on my feet, Sun in my eyes. There’s crocus in bloom. Bees stir in the hive, What a wonderful thrill Just being alive. Thelma Moser.