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

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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

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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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Will I, Joan Kelson, leave my constant worrying and gray hairs to Miss Clau- son, although she will probably have her own by the time the Crier is published. I, June I.eetch, leave my desire to go to out-of-town dances, although I don’t make it, to Jeannette Strode. 1, Robert Perkins, leave my impish grin to Wayne Ziller with the hope that it works as well for him as it did for me. 1, Elizabeth Weeks, leave my once-a-month laugh to Barb Ambrose on the condition that she doesn’t overwork it. I, Kenny Broquard, leave my ability to concentrate on any subject until the wee hours of the morning to my brother Ralph. I’m speaking of school subjects, naturally. 1, Donald Dunlap, leave my slow drawl to fast-talking Jacqui Weeks in hopes she will slow down enough so we know what she is saying. We, Shirley Wagenseller and Peggy Hoffman, leave our typing ability to Bruce Marshall. Maybe our combined talents can pull him through another year. 1, Shirley Winterland, leave my ability to “snag” a man before gradu- ation to Gloria Kurth, although she seems to be doing OK. 1, Bill Snider, leave my cat-like tread to Erna Lou Hofmann, whose walk rocks the whole school. I, Chester Travis, leave my position as “hot shot” of fifth hour PE class to Oscar Jeff Williams. 1, Helen Honegger, leave my natural blond hair to Doris Ann Bach. Also my supply of peroxide. I, Dean Gerdes, leave my love for Mrs. Hubly to Dean Johnson. 1, Jeanne Hair, leave my habit of blowing my top to Joyce Hodges so she’ll have a temper to match her hair. I, Ruth Miller, leave my toothpaste grin and pleasing personality to grumpy Bob Hurt. 1, Tom Thacker, leave my ability to come to school when I please to Jeannine Weeks. 1, Dorothy Rice, leave my dimples to Duane Steidinger to liven up his expression. I, Albert Tavener, leave my presidencies in various organizations to bud Aupperle. I, Alice Schmidtgall, leave my Pontiac boyfriends to Dubbie French, not that she needs any more. I, Bonnie Woodward, leave my fancy tumbling and basketball ability to Mildred Brewer. I, Arlene Zehr, leave the distinction of being the shortest member of the class to Jeannette Smith. 1, Ray Zimmer, leave my unshorn curly locks to Dick Carlson. We, Diane DeMoss and Ronald Woodall, leave, poohed out from work- ing on the will. We also leave our sympathy to the juniors who get this task next year. 19 J»