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

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Prophecy get her daily exercise by chasing men was Diane DeMoss. Yep, she was quite a gal till she married Jerry Headley and settled down. Kenny: They must have ten kids by now. What has Marilyn Peter been doing? Sylvester: She found a way of growing orchids in Illinois. She made a lot of money at first, but then they got so common that the market went way down. Harold: Watch cut, boys. Someone is trying to get out of the plane. Bob Zimmerman: Gangway! I’ve been a perfect angel all my life. Harold: All right, proceed, Bobby, and you. too, Kenny and Sylvester. Will the next in line please—Well, Hi, Albert. Albert: I’m here after a hard life over a hot pen. I’ve been writing novels all my life under the name of “Stark Raving Angry.” You’ve heard of me, perhaps? Harold: Sure, I never would have guessed that you would turn writer. Albert: I wanted to be an undertaker, but my wife. Evelyn, wanted me to write. Harold: Did you know that Tom Thacker was an engineer on the New York Limited? They say he makes a very good one—always blowing off steam. Albert:Yes. He missed a train and died of humiliation. He was considered a fast man. Harold: Yes, I remember the time when—oh, ch, the Boss is looking. Scram! Next, please! Willie, my old buddy! How did you get up here? Willis: When I married Peggy Hoffman, I thought she said I was her awful wedded husband instead of her lawful wedded husband. When I asked her about it, she got mad and tickled me to death with her feather bob. Harold: That’s too bad, but I mean why did you get up here? I always thought that you, well, you had a pretty—shall we say—happy life. Willis: Harold, didn’t you know? I quit going to Forrest. My old high school coach said that it was bad fer the athlete in me. My buddies and I decided that we were too good for sports. We just didn't give the other fellows a chance, so we walked out on— Harold: Ah-ha! Remember where we are. Next please. All right, you. OK. Hey, wait a minute. Aren't you Dean Gerdes, the dude rancher? Dean: Oh, Harold, please don't remind me of that. It was such a flop. My hired man. Ronald Woodall, ran away with my future wife, Marie Giancarli, and I just naturally pined my life away. Harold: Who’s next? Oh, there you are. I couldn’t see. The fog is getting sort of thick. Why, it’s Clinton Harris. What did you do with your life? Clinton:I led a dog’s life. When I married Liz Weeks, I thought she was going to be a doctor or a lab tech and I would have a nice easy time of it. But then she changed her mind and became an archaeologist. We dug so many holes in my lifetime, that we ran out of dirt. Harold: Where is Lucille Monroe now? Clinton: Oh, hadn’t you heard? She invented a new beverage, other than water, for everyday use—without after effects. Harold: Sure, I remember that little incident in school. She was standing by the water fountain chattering like mad, when all at once she got her feet tangled up and went flat on her face. Charles Farley copyrighted all those jokes she used to tell, and it was a best seller. Say, what ever happened to Charles Brewer? Clinton: He joined forces with Shirley Wagenseller and Alice Schmidtgall and went into the advertising business. They make these signs for restaurants saying, “Don’t Put Your Cigarette Butts in Our Coffee Cups. We Don’t Serve Coffee in Ash Trays.” Harold: Yes, but what do they sell? Clinton: Waterproof ash trays! Harold: Oh, boy! You’re a joker too. Could you tell me what ever happened to Delores Hofmann and Ray Zimmer? Clinton: Let me think! Delores, Ray and Fred Wing got together and went to Hollywood. They are known as the “Pink Blots.” I think Jerry Headley is their manager. I heard they’re pretty big hits. Harold: I wonder if they carry blotters instead of purses. Say, who is that com- ing? It looks like my messenger! Here, son, over here. Messenger: Oh, sir, there’s been a terrible mistake. Read this! Harold (reading): There has been a grave mistake. The plane you are now checking should be “down there” instead of “up here.” Please inform the pas- engers to that effect, and you may go along as an escort. 21 THE BOSS.

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Prophecy Another plane has just arrived before the Pearly Gates of Heaven and the head checker, Harold Schroeder, is having quite a job getting all the passengers off the plane and making sure they’re in the right place. The first one off the plane is Chester Travis, a member of the Class of ’49 FTHS. Harold: Name and date of death, please. . . . Wait a minute! I know you. Good old Chester Travis. Why are you up here? Chester. My wife, Arlene Zehr, threw an iion at me. and as I docged. I f ll out of the window of our 20th floor apartment. I couldn’t pay our rent. The land- lady, Dorothy Rice, had raised it so she could bail an old friend out of jail, Donald Johansen. He stole the famous Kelson Emerald. Harold: Speaking of the Kelson Emerald, I was looking over the edge of my cloud bank the other day and happened to get a glimpse of Joan Kelson. She has really made a fortune from her string of babyfolds. I was wondering what ever happened to Carolyn Shult and June Leetch. Chester: Carolyn is a successor to Gypsy Rose Lee. She has combined bubble and fan dancing and uses a bubble in the shape of a fan to add variety. June Leetch is her manager. She keeps a good supply of fan-bubbles in case of accident. Harold: I hear that Ruth Miller and Shirley Winterland have founded a Museum of Precious Gems. They always were interested in diamonds and such things. See you later. Next please. Name? Lady: What... uh ... ah ... my name? Oh, yes . . . Helen Honegger. Oh, you’ie Harold Schroeder. Harold: Where have ycu been lately? Helen: I’ve been the head of the asylum at Bartonville for five years. Some people think it has affected me, but really it hasn’t. I just committed suicide and was trying, to remember my reason. Harold: Well, could you tell me what became of Elmer Aupperle? Helen: He was racing Artie Shaw to see who could get more divorces. His last victim was Phyllis Thompson. I hope she has more luck with him than her predecessors did! Harold: Well, you’d better go along. Next passenger. Donald Dunlap! What did you do to pass the time away down on earth? Don: Why I was middle-weight champion of the world. Of course, I probably would never have got anywhere if it hadn’t been for Shirley Nance. We never got married but she’s been my fight manager all my life. Harold: What became of Carl Bradley, or was his name “Buckshot”? Don: He struck oil in Arizona and really cleaned up on it. The only trouble was that he couldn't find a good way to transport his oil. But Bill Snider solved that by another of his great inventions. He invented a thing called a wagon in which they carry the oil from the oil well to where it has to be taken. I guess it really wasn’t an original invention. They tell me that primitive people used such things “way backwhen.” Harold: Sounds pretty good, though. Say, by the way, Don, have you got any idea of what happened to Bonnie? About a month after we graduated, she fell and hit her head. Never did remember anything after that. She had am- nesia, I guess. She ran away one day, and I never saw her again. Don: Well, you. know I saw an advertisement of “Bonnie the Great” on a billboard onc . It seems she did a high-wire act or something. Harold: Oh? Well! Where did Bob Perkins ever wind up? Don: Oh, he’s a “Private-Eye.” Seems he has been investigating the manufac- turing company called the Double S Inc. That’s the one run by Dick and Jim Steidinger. They were trying to smuggle something our of the country. Harold: Did he catch them? Don: Oh, yes! Jim and Dick are both in Sing-Sing on double-life sentences. In the scuffle their gun moll, Jeanne Hair, was injured badly. See you later. Harold: Bye, Don. Next, please. What's this??? Kenny Broquard and Sylvester Fosdick? Why, you’re practically holding each other up. What happened? Kenny: We were fighting over Barb Somers, and we each hit at the same time and killed each other. Sylvester: No woman is worth it. Harold: Oh, well, some of them weren’t too bad. One in our class that used to 20

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President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Advanced Trainees OFFICERS Eldon Aupperle Dorothy Traub Barbara Ambrose • • . . Bob Hurt 22