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

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY When We Started Our School Career First row. left to right: Barbara Steidinger, Marilyn Steidinger, Jim Brown. John Nance. Harlan King. Gene Knopp. Jim Hurt, Alberta Runyon. Robert Huber. Second row. left to right: Joan Henning. Bill Leonard. Delores Bradley, Joan Sieg. Nancy? Alexander. Jean Milne. Ervin Maurer. Delores Paternoster. Third row. left to right: Jack Schmidt, B. Wayne Mitten. William Brackman. Martha fLuttrell. Bernice Veatch, David Price. Fourth row. left to right: Shirley Leetch. Connie DeMoss. Don Merrill. Florence Schmidtgnll. (Donald Henning, Joan Bell, Joan Kester, William Price. CLASS HISTORY In September of the year 19 5 twelve of the present graduating class entered Edison Grade School on their long search for education. They were: Connie DeMoss, Don Henning, Bob Huber, Jim Hurt, Sh'r’.ey Leetch, Bill Leonard, Don Merrill, John Nance, Delores Paternoster, Jack Schmidt, Florence Schmidlgsll and Marilyn Steidinger. This number increased as the years passed and when our class entered the portals of F. T. H. S. we were forty-nine in number. During this year Marilyn Steidinger was elected cheerleader for the class, and she has held that position all four years. “Tune In” was presented by the music department, under the direction of Mrs. James Winn, in which a number of the class participated. Our first year at F. T. H. S. passed quickly, and the following year we find forty- seven eagerly desiring more education. We organized with Eob Huber being elected class president; Bill Leonard took the office of vice-president, and Dick Kilgus served as our secretary-treasurer. We were represented in every activity, and by this time Alfred Haase, Jim Hurt, and Stanley Vail had been admitted into F Club. Only forty returned the following fall to continue their education. Now as Juniors we elected Jim Hurt our class president; Stanley Vail, the vice-president; Don Merrill served as secre ary of the class; and Reva Carder was treasurer of the class. It was during our Junior year that we began to show promise in athletics. We were well represented in each sport, and members of the class received letters in football, basketball, and baseball. Our dramatic ability was shown to the world with our suc- cessful production of “Junior Miss” under the direction of Miss Marjorie Kemple. Hollywood Eound was the music production of this year, directed by Mr. Robert Cummins. Guy Eandy, Jim Hurt and Marilyn Steidinger had leading roles. We put “Music in the ir” at our Junior-Senior banquet and sang rhymes about each of the Seniors. We now closed our reign as Juniors to return the following year to take up the dignified roles of Sen;ors. As the class of ’47 we were now thirty-eight in number. Don Broquard was elected to serve as Senior class president; and to work with him we chose foanne Moser as vice-president; Reva Carder was elected secretary; and Don Merrill served as treasurer. By popular vote Stanlev Vail was elected Studen Council president. The Senior c’a s was also represented by Reva Carder, Vera Han’ ins, and Jim Hurt. It was a gala occasion when Reva Carder was elected Homecoming Queen. In her court Margie Craig, Dolores Doran, Joanne Moser and Marilyn Steidinger served as attendants. This year with the able leadership of Miss Betty Jordan we produced our Crier. Jane Burt has performed the duty of editor-in-chief. Now as we leave F. T. H. S. to the classes which will follow we hope that they may work as diligently as we to uphold the traditions of F. T. H. S. 24

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SENIORS Charles Schaiirer Small and tiny, a regular little shrimp. We'll always remember him as an ornery imp.” Jack Schmidt One who believes in love at first sight. Not in the light of dny, but in the dark of night. FLORENCE Sc IIMIDTGA I.L To the top she's sure to rise. Even though she’s small in size. Dale Shult Happy am I; from care I am freo— Why aren't they all content like me? Donald Shult He's small with a mighty voice, He’ll be a success and we'll all re- joice. Marilyn Steidinger According to her temper her hair should be red. But she’s everybody’s pal and that’s enuf” said. Stanley Vail First in love. First in kisses. First in the hearts of all the •Misses.” Kenneth Winter land Life is fast and life is breezy. But for me I'll take life easy. 23

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SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the Seniors of 1947, having the most unusual and understanding talents that have ever passed through the halls of F. T. H. S., do hereby leave our position as leaders to the illustrious Juniors who wifi be pleased to receive our special abilities. I, Willis Aupperle, leave my thorough understanding of physics to that “A” student of the Junior class, Mary Ellen Mehrings. t I, Guy Bandy, bequeath my quiet nature (as if anyone would want it) to Bruce Carrithers. I always say, one has to have something dominating to be noticed. I, Donald Broquard, leave my corn cob pipe and my ability to be a safe driver to Harley Wagen- seller. I, Arnold Eilers, leave my love for school and teachers in general to that shy little boy, Willard Walter. I, Dan Fugate, bequeath my girlish figure and love for Sharpy to Jim Wharton. I, Alfred Haase, leave my love for horses to S.iirley Moser. Horses that is. I, Donald Henning, leave my ability to whisper so that no one can hear me to that noisy little character of the Sophomore class, June Leetch. I, Jonathan Hetherington, leave my red hair to Barbara Saathoff, so she won’t have to use sub- stitutes any longer, and my temper to Feme Somerville. I, John Hoffman, leave my manly physique, muscles, chest, etc., to that little lily of the Junior class, Harold Hish. I, Robert Huber, bequeath my head of curly hair to Lyle Wessels in hopes that he will be relieved of the strain of trying to keep his hat in place. I, Jim Hurt, leavy my Andy Russell voice to that crooner of the Junior class, Joe Yeagle, and hope that he will have better luck with Shirley than I did. I, Duane Kafer, bequeath my basketball talents and my personality which snares all innocent fe- males to Charles Whately. I, Richard Kilgus, leave my ability to direct the high school parking lot to that traffic cop of the Sophomore class, Rennon Elliott. I, John Nance, leave my athletic abilities and my love for Forrest women to that innocent Junior, Jim Harris. I, Bill Leonard, leave my constant watch over Lucille to Dean Moser. Carry on, Dean, but not her. I, Don Merriiu do hereby bequeath my never-fading attempts to be late for school to that child prodigy, Bob Hurt. I, Harold Metz, leave my ability as a future farmer to that city slicker, Donald Leman. I, Merle Metz, bequeath my worn-out date book to the wolf-man, Keith Stiver. I, Bryce Rathbun, bequeath my masculine features and—Spectacles to that bashful boy of the Sophomore class, Donald Dunlap. r, Charles Schahrer, leave my excess weight and height to that shrimp of the Junior class, Lyman Feldman. I, Dale Shult, leave my naval medals and my giraffe figure to Wilbur Hoffman. I, Donald Shult, leave my low base voice and my favorite teacher, Miss Kemple, to Alvin Shulman. Good luck, Al. I. Stanley Vail, leave my sworn oath to never touch liquor to Francis Ricketts. I, Kenneth Winterland, leave my overpowering strength to Florence Zimmerman, so that she can defend herself in tight squeezes. I, Jack Schmidt, leave my hate for women and infernal interruptions to that unpopular boy of the Sophomore class, Harold Schroeder. I, Anna Aupperle, do nereby leave my sweet and innocent ways, in proof that not all country girls are dumb, to Mary Ann Rathbun. I, Jane Burt, leave my gallup and my ability to rate A’s to Margaret Marshall. I, Reva Carder, leave my last minute jitters and all my drug store Romeos to that cute little trick of the Junior class, Barbara Weeks. I, Connie DeMoss, leave my devilish ways and “corny” gags, and also my ability to get on the good side of a teacher, to Thelma Moser. I, Dolores Doran, would leave a boy friend or two if I had them, but as it is, I feel that I can’t spare them. I, Margie Craig, will my giggle and my out-of-town boy friends (because I won’t be needing them) to that up and coming Sophomore, Diane DeMoss. I, Vera Hankins, will my worn-out books on Reckless Driving” and “How to Handle a Man Once You Get Him,” to Nelle Flanagan. I. Shirley Leetch, bequeath my excess love for farmers and my ability to please everyone, to Lois Bess. I, JoAnne Moser, leave my dimples and my life insurance policy (because I’ll not be riding with Don B.) to that man killer of the Freshies, Janet Householder. I, Virginia Palmer, leave my flirty eyes and my men admirers to Shirley Waters. I, Delores Paternoster, leave my griping and my love for school to Nila Knott. I, Florence Schmidtgall, leave my forever interrupting, high giggle, and love of chattering to Shirley Nance. I, Marilyn Steidinger, leave my hearty voice and advice to all Freshman girls that “any man is worth running after.” 25