Illinois Valley Central High School - Sequence Yearbook (Chillicothe, IL)

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CLASS WILL I, Gilbert Gallagher, leave my Metropoli- tan Accident Insurance Policy to Jack King, knowing as I do how many telephone poles exist along roadsides; also I leave the follow- ing articles: one collapsible stretcher that fits in the trunk of a car, one package of Band- Aid, one “walkie-talkie” to communicate with the next of kin. I, Rosemary Meller, leave my renowned musical composition that completely finishes —and I do mean finishes—Schubert's “Un- finished Symphony to that wonderful group of fellow artists, the Chillicothe High School Philharmonic Orchestra, directed by the noted concert pianist, Wayne Wilkinson. I, John Gray, leave to Shirley Schwarz my beautiful, long, dark, lustrous, curling eye- lashes so that she may continue on her way as the Heart-breaker of C. H. S. I, Helen Haas, leave all of my “art (not necessarily dramatic art), acquired at play practice to Eleanor Keene. I, Fred Kelly, leave my stump-box oratory to Mr. Orville Nothdurft for use in his short. fifteen-minute addresses to the study hall, my free booklet on public speaking, and one glass of water. I, Lorraine Smith, leave my soft voice to Dwight Mullen in the hope he'll use it to good advantage. I, Bob Haverland. leave to these ivied walls my disgusted frown, as it was here that I first acquired it. My expression is but a fitting tribute to my glorious Alma Mater. I, Gene Manock, leave my “ad lib” com- ments in U. S. History to any misguided youth who thinks he can say them without incurring “Flash the Frigie-Dipper’s” wrath. I, Barbara Gauwitz, leave my quietness and classroom actions to Betty Roebuck. I, Dean Riggins, leave my ability to write everything about nothing and nothing about everything to Charles Hess, who really doesn’t need it. I, Marilyn Wagle, leave my long hair and my eyes that send you to Rosemary Shep- ard. I. Bob Bierwirth, leave my Casanova tech- nique to Jim Sheets and all of my high school flames to heat this drafty building next winter. I, Marlyn Hannah, leave my farmer’s ac- cent to Mr. Mercer, our Ag teacher. I, Millard Dailey, leave my two hours a day at school to anyone who cannot endure any more. I, Helen Snyder, leave my sparkling radi- ance to brighten up our trophy case. I. Robert DeFoe. leave my principles, as set forth in my extraordinary thesis, to any- one who wants to know how to be the first to find the answers to the history questions Mr. Jordan asks. I, Betty Hess, leave my literary master- piece. Memoirs of R. R. No. 2 to the school library to provide the student body with an- other book report. I, Ed Sweetnam. leave my powers of con- versation during class hours to Marilyn Welch. I. Kitty Edwards, after serving my sen- tence of four years in this “house of correc- tion and being released on my record of good behavior, leave . . . just leave. We, the undersigned, the Class of '45. do hereby reaffirm the above document as our last Last Will and Testament and sorrowfully depart, leaving our little “chums.” the stu- dent bodies, to pursue the Four Freedoms, freedom of the press (Tempest), freedom of speech (study hall), freedom of opinion (class meetings), and freedom from oppres- sion (everything in general). Signed, sealed, and slapped together this twenty-third day of May in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and forty-five. Class of ’45, C. H. S. The 1945 Maroon and Black 15

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CLASS WILL We. the Class of '45, relinquishing all former claim to this mausoleum, do hereby bequeath this damp vault to the mortal re- mains of those entombed herein. With the deepest feelings of sympathy and compassion we leave this parchment as a fitting epitaph for those who here valiantly gave their lives in the futile pursuit of Education. To the underclassmen who repose in this burial mound, we will some grass seed to sow on their early graves. To the ghoulish juniors we wish to dedi- cate as a final requiem honoring their dead souls the composition Pomp and Circum- stance” as a fitting dirge for their last rites. To the termites, the school board, and the taxpayers we bequeath our light bills and other outstanding debts—the termites to gnaw on them, the school board to decide on them, and the poor taxpayers to pay on them. We award to Miss Morrison, for high bravery and valor above and beyond the call of duty, the Congressional Medal. She shall also be the recipient of a third Oak Leaf Cluster for meritorious service in the Smilin' Through Theater of War. To Mr. Nothdurft we leave a six-foot plot in Cutright Cemetery, so that when he retires, he'll have a bit of real estate to fall back in. I. Mary Ahlstrom. leave my scanty locks of hair to Jim Kavanaugh. my rival, to sup- plement his own. I. Robert Sledgister. leave my ability to hold my temper to Sonny Johnson and Yvonne Kowasch to nobody. I, Patsy Ems, leave my career at Wrig- ley’s Gum Factory to Miss Deames. I, Elbert Duckworth, leave my hot air to any country boy who has a windmill. I. Betty Talbert, leave my sense of humor to Dorothy DeFoe and my pleasing plump- ness” to Mrs. Pruett. I, Bill Crutchfield, leave all of my ability as a mixer of explosives to Mr. Bohannon, from whom I acquired my knowledge. I, Marianne Fleetwood, leave my moon- light maneuvers to Claire Anderson, while I, poor fish, devote the rest of my life to that great sediment love” and settle down as an army Bean (Jack Bean, of course). I, Kenneth Bornsheuer, leave to Mr. Jor- dan a little black book for the sole purpose of keeping track of the time future U. S. History students will have to make up. Let the following be their motto: “I’ll sit with my hands upon my desk And refrain from making myself a pest: I'll speak only when spoken to, Or I’ll be making up time for you.” I, Katharine Young, leave my hard-lead pencils to Mr. Wilkinson and my bubbling spirits to raise the water pressure in the drink- ing fountains so that one does not have to crawl inside to quench his thirst. I. Rosie Lopez, leave the ornaments I wear in my hair to Mary Colwell. I, Esteleen Day, leave my shorthand and typing ability to Virginia Gettel and my book on How to Become a Straw in U. S. History to Tom Fink. I, Jerry Yarger, leave my perfect” at- tendance record to Joe Foster and my mem- bership to the Gay Nineties” to Norris Blackwell. I. Jane Warrick, leave my voluminous army correspondence to Mary Agrue. know- ing she will keep it a military secret in the interest of all concerned—and who isn’t? I. Pat Cassidy, leave my class behavior to any sucker that doesn’t know me. 14 The 1945 Maroon and Black

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CLASS PROPHECY Browsing through the 1955 WHO’S WHO IN AMERICA, we came across the modern vintage of John Pierpont Morgan, the noted John L. Gray, who had worked himself up from cal! boy on the Santa Fe to senior partner of the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe Railroad. He had married his wife (how odd!) after a serious illness in which he was at death’s door—but she pulled him through the window. His bride, the former Marilyn Wagle. wore orange blossoms, and little else, as she was picked Miss Chillicothe” in a beauty contest. Another renowned personage, the Honorable Reverend Fred Kelly, D.D., was hailed as the most inspiring preacher of all time. His oratory at the pulpit was so impressive and so vigorous that thousands journeyed to his parish just to see him in action. A tireless worker, in his spare time his hobby and avocation was raising prize hogs. The Nobel Prize was awarded to Merrianna Fleetwood for her out- standing play, The Fleet Fairy,” which is still running on Broadway, starring that great stage and scream artist, Betty Talbert. Merrianna. ac- cording to the United States Government figures, pays the largest income tax of anyone in America. And to think she was always broke. Dr. Katharine Young, the finest doctor of psychology in America, discovered a new process of treatment for psychopathic cases. Unfortunately for Dr. Young, she is now in a psychopathic ward herself, recovering from a complete nervous breakdown. She was made an honorable member of the Royal Society in 1954. Esteleen Day. typing on an electrotype machine, with a bucketful of water on each wrist, won honors as being the fastest typist this side of para- dise. Helen Snyder competed in this strenuous contest, but her wrists snapped under the pressure of the water; and she was rushed to the Haver- land Clinic where her bones were set by Dr. Bob Haverland. Rosie Lopez, the Mexican bombshell, has a five-year option at Metro. This expired but under Samuel Goldwyn’s heated arguments was renewed for another five years. Betty Hess, petite airline hostess, invented a new parachute the size of a compact. On her first trip as stewardess, the plane developed engine 16 The 1945 Maroon and Black