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

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Ao Time: 2048. Place: Sunken Park, Fairbury, Illinois. Event: A fresh rope is being placed on the gallows by a group of work- men. As we look closer, we see two figures pushing baby buggies down the walk in opposite directions. They meet, turn to look at the grotesque structure together, and then speak. Barbara Saathoff: You know, it’s been a long time since we had a hang- ing in this town. Nearly two hundred years now. Shirley Waters: It just doesn't seem right that since poor “Chuck never had a decent car when they were available, that they should string him up for horse stealing. Barbara: Yes, but that’s a mighty serious offense now since that’s the only way we have left for getting around in this world. What with the gasoline and all the other products giving out, it sure is putting a lot of people out of business. Shirley: Dean finally had to close his station, and he’s about out of his head worrying about that little blonde wife and those six kids of his. Barbara: Still, I hate to see “Chuck” go. I never went to the trial, but I heard that Lyman defended him. He’s a good lawyer, but he never had a chance against Bruce. I never did see how Bruce got to be county judge. Because he’s a Republican, I guess. Shirley: You know, “Chuck’s” going to be the first one of our graduating class to cross the great divide. Bruce ought to be ashamed of him- self. It’s like sending your own flesh and blood to the grave. Barbara: That isn’t the first time he’s pulled a trick like that either. He sent Harvey to the jug for habitual drunkenness, and you might know Harv can’t help himself running the Red Dog like he does. Shirley: His1 wife, Barbara, used to keep him on the straight and narrow but she finally gave up and left him to his “wine, women, and song,” and ran off with Harold. Harold’s posing for clothing ads now. Barbara: They really have some hot numbers at the Red Dog. Marcella danced in the chorus there for a while, but I heard Keith breezed into town and they decided to call it love. They’ve moved to Alaska so he won’t be tempted anymore. Shirley: Say, I hear a new floor show is opening up over there. And if gossip's true, Joe and Shirley are the stars. It’s been a long time since they’ve really been together. You know she was bare-back rider and he was a professional football player for quite a spell there. Since they’re married they’ve been working in a tumbling show. With all that muscle on both sides, I’d hate to see their family fights. Barbara: I wonder if there’ll be a very big crowd here at sundown. I heard that Wayne (he’s the new sheriff, you know—is gonna risk trouble in Cropsey long enough to come over and pull the trap door. Shirley: I know what you mean by trouble. Sometimes I wonder myself if matrimony isn’t a word, but a sentence! Barbara: That Cropsey country must be quite a place. It’s claimed Lois and Wayne and almost got Harold. Shirley: By the way, is Lois making a good farm wife? Barbara: Never saw better! When she first moved there she thought cackleberries were picked off bushes and a yoke was found only in an egg. But time changes everyone. 22

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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

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Pko Shirley: Speaking of farming, you know Lyle Wessels owns most of the farm land around here, and he raises so much stock that he’s hired Margaret for his personal veterinarian. Barbara: She studied up in Canada, didn’t she? It must be her new Brit- ish accent that peps the animals up. Shirley: Harley is Lyle’s hired man. They’re putting Mr. Maurer’s ideas into practice and are they ever taking in the money! Barbara: While we’re on the subject of money, did you know A1 was taking over the other bank here in town? He has so much money now that people don’t even try to argue with him. Shirley: Bennie and Jim Wharton were having a big argument last month about who could grow the longest beard for the centennial celebra- tion of our graduation. Barbara: I imagine Bennie will win. He used to grow a whopper in the old days. Shirley: I don’t know about that. Jim has invented a face lotion that makes the hair grow faster. Barbara: Mary Ellen and Nila are going to lead the parade. Nila has a big family now and they are all living in a chicken house in the country. Shirley: I hear Mary Ellen has opened a beauty parlor in Chatsworth and is catering to men. Barbara: Mary Ann is managing the Crossroads now. She used to spend most of her time there anyhow. Shirley: Did you know that she has hired Willard Walter as a bouncer and Jim Harris as a bartender? You see, Jim attracts the women and that makes more customers, but if any of them become violent Willard takes care of them. Barbara: While we’re talking about Forrest I hear they are building a new hospital there. Shirley: Yes, Thelma is supervising the project. She couldn’t stand to see all those people suffering from smashed faces and twisted arms until they could be brought to the Fairbury hospital by horse and buggy. Barbara: While we were visiting here I believe we have talked about everyone of our graduating class 1 Shirley: No, We missed Florence Zimmerman. Barbara: Of course; she always said she was last in everything. What is she doing now? Shirley: I just found out the other day. She is giving advice to the lovelorn in Peoria. Now she can tell people what she thinks because they asked for it. At this time a lone figure is seen hurrying down the street. It halts be- side the visiting women and speaks. “They’ve given me a reprieve because of the centennial celebration. Hallelu- jah, here I come!” Figure leaves. Barbara: Thank goodness, we can all be together for the celebration now. Shirley: I really must he going. I’ll see you at the parade tomorrow. 23 M oss Coveted Wef I