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

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were Hktd j In the fall of ’36, we began our quest for education. In ’44 we ready to enter good old F. T. H. S. Forty-four green freshmen went through the tortures of that first year. For our class officers we elected Margaret Marshall, president; Joe Yeagle, vice-president; and Barbara Weeks, secretary-treasurer. We selected Shirley Moser to lead our cheers; she has held this position all four years. Members of our class were in every activity and also the field of sports. Our second year found Jim Wharton at the helm. Barbara Weeks, vice-president; Mary Ann Rathbun, secretary; and Keith Stiver, treas- urer, assisted him. This year again found us active in other activities, including the F Club. As juniors we elected Joe Yeagle, president; Shirley Moser, vice- president; and Barbara Weeks, secretary-treasurer. During this year we added several more to the F Club. Before a sell-out crowd we demon- strated our dramatic ability with the production of “January Thaw” under the direction of Miss Marjorie Kemple. We brought “The Circus” to town at our Junior-Senior Banquet. Now to take up the roles of dig- nified seniors! As the senior class of '48 we were twenty-eight in number, and what we lacked in quantity we made up in quality. Margaret Marshall was president of the Student Council. By popular vote, Marcella Kiper was elected Homecoming Queen. Barbara Weeks, Mary Ann Rathbun, Lois Bess, and Shirley Moser served as attendants. We produced jur Crier under the leadership of Mary Ann Rathbun as editor-in-chief, and Mrs. Robert Ficklin as adviser. It is now our turn to leave the halls of F. T. H. S. and go out into the world to make our fortunes. We hope that the classes which follow us will cherish it as we have. 20

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Yeagle, Joe Little but mighty in love ana joy. Pride of the seniors, that’s our boy I Wharton, James Artist, inventor, comedian too. He’s a character, believe me you! Weeks, Barbara Hands off. I am Harv’s girl. Except when Dolores gives him r. whirl. Walter, Willard You will never be able to ex- plain to me. The curious actions of the fe- malo tree. Wagenseller, Harley Books are hard, women are crazy. It’s much more fun to be ha;;y and lazy. Zimmerman, Florence Neat ar, a pin and apt to stick. Just be careful and don't let he. prick. Whately, Charles Easy going, full of fun. He doesn’t care if the work’s not done. Wessels, Lyle When he moves, he appears to Ixi On board ship in a rolling sea. Waters, Shirley Up every morning, out every night. How can you manage to look so bright ? Traub, Harvey When someone says, “It must bo done! Just tell Hnrv and the battle’s half won. 19

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I, Lois Bess, leave my dislike of school and my ability to go out every night and get up every morning to Bonnie Woodward. I, Bruce Carrithers, leave my argumentative abilities, my graceful approaches, and my great athletic abilities to Cleo Bunting and Donald Johansen, hoping they will share them equally. I, Wayne Davis, leave my charms with the women (Cropsey women) to that Casa- nova of the junior class, Clinton Harris, and that handsome redhead, Donald Dunlap. I, Lyman Feldman, leave my tall “model” blonde to that roving rogue of the junior class, Ray Zimmer. I, Jim Harris, leave my fancy ways and well-groomed appearance to the Tyrone Power of the junior class, Ronald Woodall. I, Harold Hish, leave my trouble with the women and my football skills to Richard Steidinger. I, Marcella Riper, leave my custody of that new black Chrysler to Shirley Winter-v land. If she doesn’t need it maybe Jean Haid could use it. I. Nila Knott, leave my skills of baton twirling to that senorita of t'he junior class, Marie Giancarli. I, Bennie Lorch, leave my bashful way and my hard head, gained by playing center in football, to the orator of the junior class, Kenneth Broquard. I, Margaret Marshall, bestow my leadership ability and my funny little cackle to Barbara Somers and Phyllis Thompson. I, Mary Ellen Mehrings, leave my forward atmosphere and my arum major’s capo and baton to Ruth Miller. I, Dean Moser, leave my secluded parking spots and my hunting experience to Dallas Wessels and Charles Brewer. I, Shirley Moser, bestow my cheerleading ability and my bristlirg” personality to Carolyn Shult and Shirley Wagenseller. I, Thelma Moser, leave my shyness and my great ability as a chemist to Peggy Hoffman and Marilyn Peters. I Mary Ann Rathbun, leave my changed attitude toward) men to Diane DeMoss. I, Barbara Saathoff, leave my “Rock of Gibraltar” to Evelyn Bess. I, Alvin Shulman. bestow my historical knowledge and relationship with General George to Joan Kelson. I, Keith Stiver, leave my co-ed sweetheart and my poor resistance to those females, to Paul Whately and Robert Perkins. I, Harvey Traub, leave my love for sophomore girls and my experiences in Forrest to Dean Gerdes. If I lose the “Week” spot in my life, Chester Travis can have it. I, Harley Wagenseller, leave my great agricultural wisdom to Albert Tavener and Billy Snider. I, Willard Walter, bestow my bubble dancers and the interesting decorations on the interior of my car to Charles Farley and Jerry Headley. I, Shirley Waters, leave my dreaming attitude” to June Leetch and Shirley Nance. I, Barbara Weeks, leave my “slick chick” appearance to Lucille Monroe. I, Lyle Wessels, leave my charming orational ability to Sylvester Fosdick. I, Jim Wharton, bestow my “zoot suit” appearance and my most happy relationship with women to Fred Wing and Robert Zimmerman. I, Charles Whately, leave my careful driving of “the Whately Express” to the speed demons ol the junior class, Gene Spence and Harold Schroeder. I, Joe Yeagle, leave my faithfulness and great height to that peewee of the junior class, Elmer Aupperle. I, Florence Zimmerman, leave my straightforwardness and my outspoken attitude to Lauretta Nash and Arlene Zehr. 21