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

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

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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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— Advanced Trainees JUNIOR CLASS Row 1. Lois Kafer, Barbara Ambrose, Dcrothy Traub. Donna Schroeder, Doris Ann Bach, Donald Leman, Richard Gauger, Ronald Fendrick. Row II. Mr. Juhl, Janet Householder, Jeannine Weeks, Norene Shearer, Gloria Kurrh, Miss Whitford, Nila Ferguson, Hazel Byrd, Doroles Arnold, Mildred Brewer. Row III. Edwin Beltram, Paul Whately, Bruce Marshall, Duane Steidinger. LeRoy Grace, Jack Milne, Donald Rabe, Rodney Wink, Wilbur Hofmann. Row IV. Eldon Aupperle, Wayne Ziller, Melvin Metz, Dean Johnson, Dallas Wes- sels. Donald Nance, George Saathoff, Oscar Kohlman. 23