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

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History In September of the year 1937, twenty-one of our present graduation class entered the first grade in Edison school and have been classmates for twelve years. They were Evelyn Bess, Carl Bradley, Diane DeMoss, Dean Gerdes, Marie Giancarli, jeanne Hair, Clinton Harris, Gerald Headley, Helen Honegger, Donald Johansen, June I.eetch, Shirley Nance, Marilyn Peter, Alice Schmidtgall, Barbara Somers, James Steid- mger, Richard Steidinger, Elizabeth Weeks, Shirley Winterland, La- vonne Woodward, and Robert Zimmerman In the fall of the year 1945, we entered FTHS. As we looked around the assembly, we wondered what was in store for the next four years. We elected Barbara Somers as our class president that year; Gene Spence as vice-president, and Lavonne Woodward as our secretary-treasurer. Bonnie Woodward was also elected cheerleader for our class and held that position for three years. Our second year found Kenneth Broquard as our president; Lucille Monroe, vice-president; Carolyn Shult, secretary; and Willis Schwarz- walder, treasurer. As Juniors, we elected Donald Dunlap as president of our class; Ken- neth Broquard, vice-president; Charles Farley, secretary; and Willis Schwarzwalder, treasurer. For our junior play, we chose “Our Hearts Were Young and Gay” under the direction of Miss Marjorie Kemple. We went on a Hawaiian Cruise at our Junior-Senior Banquet. Now for our senior year. There are 47 in our graduating class of '49. Our class officers were Albert Tavener, president; Phyllis Thomp- son, vice-president; Elmer Aupperle, secretary, and Donald Dunlap, treas- urer. Kenneth Broquard was president of the Student Council. Ruth Miller was elected Homecoming Queen with Jeanne Hair, Lucille Mon- roe, Barbara Somers, and Diane DeMoss as her attendants. After four eventful years, we leave FTHS to go out into the world to seek our fortunes. Where? No one knows, hut fond memories will always linger in our hearts. Good luck to the classes who follow us, and we hope your memories will be as pleasant as ours. 17

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Transition Trainees 16 Chester Travis Little I ask. my wants are few. Shirley Wagenseller Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow. Elizabeth Weeks Not all Lizzies are Fords. Fred Wing He will succeed if he believes everything ho says. Shirlcv Winterland I can’t be bothered. I’m in love. Ronald Woodall There’s lots of fun in the world if you can find it. Bonnie Woodward I'll be waiting in the main corridor. Arlene Zehr An abundance of knowledge of man is dangerous. Ray Zimmer I came to school to study, but I soon got over that. Robert Zimmerman Dance, laugh, and be merry; also be innocent.

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Will I, Elmer Aupperle, leave my small-sized football shoes to Billy Harris, with hopes that he will be able to get into them as he has such huge feet. I, Donald Johansen, leave my dependable ( ?) Scrvi-cycle to the ever late Richard Gauger so he may arrive places on time. I, Carl Bradley, will my nickname, “Buckshot,” to Ralph Weisbecker for various reasons. I, Willie Schwarzwalder, leave my unsmoked (?) box of big, black cigars to Coach Juhl. I, Jim Steidinger, leave my freshman girl friends to Ronnie Fcndrick. 1, Richard Steidinger, leave my Crosley to Dorothy Traub, as she is attracted to it. 1, Marilyn Peter, leave my beloved Terraplane to Norene Shearer. I hope she has as little trouble with it as I did. I, Dolores Hofmann, leave my loud and overbearing ways to the shy Dolores Moser. I, Charles Parley, leave my ability to flirt with all the girls and yet re- main a free man, to Donald Nance. I, Clinton Harris, leave my treasured Indian skeleton to Miss Workman and her biology class. I, Jerry Headley, have nothing to leave to anyone. In fact, I would ap- preciate the loan of a, few bucks to assure me of reaching Colorado. I, Marie Giancarli, leave my trustworthy Pontiac to Dale Albee so he can continue the taxi business which I have built up. I, Lucille Monroe, leave my ability to keep a certain boy running back and forth from Bloomington to Fairbury to Lois Kafer. Just the ability. I’ll keep the boy. I, Robert Glenn Zimmerman, leave my soft speech and shyness around girls to my flirtatious brother Ronnie. Sorry, Ronnie, but I’m tak- ing my baby face with me. I, Shirley Nance, leave my cloakroom jokes and my famous giggle to Donna Schroeder. I, P'red Wing, leave my extreme modesty and my ability to talk on any subject but myself to John Mapel. I, Phyllis Thompson, leave my love for redheads to Janet Householder. I, Charles Brewer, pride and joy of Mr. Juhl’s industrial arts class, leave my superior knowledge of woodworking to C. V. Wing. I, Evelyn Bess, leave my much used short cuts which enabled me to get to school on time to Alvin and Glenn Friedman. 1, Barb Somers, leave my love for red convertibles to any girl who can snag a boy who owns one. Hands off Bob! I, Sylvester Fosdick, leave my ba.ck seat in the assembly to Donald Rabe so he can get some rest without being disturbed by the noisy people in the front. I, Harold Schroeder, leave my title, “Glamour Boy of the Senior Class,” to Jack Milne for use next year. I also leave him my supply of bright clothes which earned me this distinction. I, Carolyn Shult, leave my artistic ability to my brother Ernie who can’t draw a straight line. 18