Hoyleton High School - Hoyletonian Yearbook (Hoyleton, IL)

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-Hum Class Will We, the Class of 1948 of the Hoyleton High School, City of Hoyle- ton, Washington County, State of Illinois, being of sound mind and memory, do make, publish, and declare this, our last Will and testament, in manner and form as follows: I, Leroy Greiman, do bequeath my ability to play basketball to some oncoming Freshman who might make better use of it than I did. I, Barbara Spenner, do bequeath to George Krueger my light complexion and blond hair who can use it for variety's sake. I, Jackie Nebe, bequeath my big, flashy bow ties to Eunice Unver- fehrt. I also leave her a pair of dark glasses, and some cotton for her ears until she becomes accustomed to them. I, Ruth Reinkensmeyer, leave my brightness and long skirts to Olga Boehne. I, Hilbert Brinkmann, do bequeath my shyness and Thespian abili- ties to Arthur Lamczyk. I, Leroy Fark, bequeath my way wlith the women to Virgil Wehking. lljalso advise him to turn on this magnetic fascination sparingly on the us. I, Marvin Kasten, bequeath my wavy hair and ability to act to Leroy Haake. I, Virgil Krueger, bequeath my scholarly ways to Shirley Klosterman who has shown promise of using them well. I, Doris Gerstkemper, bequeath my pride in and love for the Cardi- nals to all those who aren't on my side. i I, Carlene Neuhaus, bequeath my straight A's in geometry and World history to Pauline Sensel. I, Verdell Bartling, bequeath my slim figure and short skirts to Arleen Haake. I, Carl Rommelman, leave my wide awake mind and energetic spirit to Billy Christian. , Finally, we, as a group, wish to leave- to our teachers the beams from our faces and our thanks for the time and patience spent on us. Signed and Sealed The Class of 1948

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Class Prophecy A sigh of relief escaped me as I sighted the Statue of Liberty. I had been gone from America for eight years. How things had changed. Cf course my immediate plan was to return to Hoyleton. I wondered. how my former classmates had fared since our graduation in 1948. I Two hours later found me in the Elite Hotel in Bigtown. America at last, and in a few hours, I would be seeing some of my old friends from Hoyleton High School. D After a plane trip to the midwest, I completed my journey by rail. As I alighted from that famous M. 8: I. streamliner, The Puddle J umper at the new Union Station in Hoyleton, imagine my surprrise to find that my old classmate,Leroy Greiman, was ,now the messenger for the post- office and was getting the mail from the train. We reminisced fora few minutes, and he told me to look up Carlene Neuhaus, another member of the Class of '48, who was teaching Home Ec. at the new consolidated Hoyleton High School and Junior College. I took a cab to the school to see Carlene and was amazed. at the large new building. Virgil Krueger, another member of the class of '48, met me in the foyer. He was custodian in charge, and was able to direct me quickly to Miss Neuhaus' office. Carlene was overjoyed to see me and we sat down for a long talk. Of course, I was most interested in hearing what had become of all of our old friends and she knew something about them all. She first inquired about my work as a newspaper feature writer. I told her that I now had my own column- Jacquelin Nebe's Dirt Dish , and that it ran in twenty different papers all over the land. She then mentioned that we might attend a service that evening at the local Methodist church, where our old classmate, LeRoy Fark was going to preach. I was elated at the prospect. As I left Carlene to go to lun-ch, she told me to go to Carl's Cow Barn . This was the best place to eat in town and was run by another classmate, Carl Rommelman. He gave me a good table, and we talked for a time before my lunch was served. He had a clipping from a Chicago newspaper telling about the recent crash inventor, Marvin Kas- ten, another member of the Class of '48, and his roto-plane. Carl had kept the clipping because it told that Marvin had been under the care of another former classmate, Nurse Ruth Reinkensmeyer, while he was at the hospital. After lun-ch, Carl told me to visit the new Community Center which was being supervised by Doris Gerstkemper, class of '48. Here l saw the local children taking boxing lessons from that former Golden Gloves and World Champion, Hilbert Brinkmann, also a classmate of 1948. Doris, Hilbert, and I were talking about our school days when Doris asked me if I had read any of the poetry written by our old classmate and the new dean of modern poetry, Barbara Spenner. It seemed that her latest poem, Xintau , had been a great sensation in the literary world. All in all I had spent a tiring day, renewing old acquaintances. Before I returned to my hotel, I stopped at the Swedish baths. Here I was greeted by another old classmate, Verdell Bartling. She told me that she had opened the place only a few months before, but that she had been enormously successful. I After a relaxing massage, I returned to my hotel for a quiet evening, happy that I had found all of my old friends again.

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