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

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'Dean, Diany Golly, the summer went fast. It's hard to believe, but here I am back at school again. In a way I'm glad. Working downtown was fun for a change, and those picnics the gang held down at Detweiller and out in the country were delish—but there's some- thing about going back to school that feels pretty good, too. I guess maybe it's seeing all the kids again, and the games and good times we have throughout the year. Ye Olde Chilli High looks pretty much the same, except that Harve has done ’a grand job refinishing the building. The Study Hall desks look like new. Why? Because the initials of the grue- some twosomes of bygone days have been sanded off and the desks are sporting new coats of varnish. No more will we be sitting at our desk, writing leisurely away, and then all of a sudden have our pencil hit a groove and leave a nice hole in the middle of a theme we've already copied twice. Love it! Love it! Almost every year some kids start expressions that soon become old favorites around the school, and this year is no exception. Whadaya say? is really out of this world when Bill Sturgeon or Jack ''Pod'' Mooney utter it. You mad? I ain’t mad! also arose to popularity at this time. We have the most agreeable school no one is ever mad. Most of the teachers are back, too. No matter how you feel about teachers when you have an English theme or a chemistry outline due the next day, you've got to admit you miss them a little during vacation. There I was. walking up the steps of the lab (and trying to talk over my shoulder to Nadine at the same time) when I bumped smack into Mr. Nothdurft. I guess no one was hurt, for he simply smiled and said good morning as if nothing had happened. Miss Morrison is back too, and teaching Trig this year. I wish I could be a BRAIN in math some time, but I ain't mad. (See! Everyone's saying it.) Miss Gerber and Miss Hurt are teaching commercial courses. Spanish is another of Miss Gerber's duties. It certainly is catching, for most of the Spanish students have a brogue—or is it an accent? Miss Hurt is busy giving speed tests in typing and shorthand. Oh, will I ever pass that stuff? Attempting to teach the girls the arts of cullery and sewing is Mrs. Pruett's job. She is the one with the hubby in the Marines—and she is proud of him, too. Mr. Mercer has the F. F. A. and the Ag class to contend with; and Mr. Bohannon guides the biology, chemistry, and physics classes through the rough spots. Mr. Wee Willie Orville Nothdurft (M.A., Northwestern University), has been the capable, well-liked principal at CHS for nearly three years. In February, his family welcomed a new arrival to their home at 444 North Fourth street. The little lady's name is Janis Ann. Mr. Nothdurft was pestered several days for cigars. Wilkinson teaches English and speech, leaving Mr. Jordan to in- struct the classes in history. Alas, history! That still leaves five new teachers. Mr. Plapp. a jovial fellow. is director of band and chorus. He also has a brother-in-law who flew an airplane in a picture with VAN JOHNSON!! Oh. Brother-in- law! Mr. Taylor, a favorite of the girls, is our new coach. Miss Moulton is the new librarian and English teacher. She is making great improvements ir. our library, which is now down in the Ag room. Then comes our little Southern gym teacher, Miss Cren- shaw. She came straight from Kaintucky. Miss Martens is the new English and Latin teacher. She also has the Tempest to worry about. Now. last but not least, are our faithful Louise. Harve, Mr. Stewart, and Bucky, four very essential factors of Chillicothe High School. After all, someone has to keep the records straight, the rooms clean, the floors swept, and the bus running. Well. Diary, it is time for me to sign off. I am still dazzled by the privileges of being a senior (though goodness only knows that I've worked hard enough to be one). It will take a while to get used to the lockers, the exclusive use of Senior Hall, and the back seats in the study hall; but it is so-ooo-ooooo nice being a senior. This year promises to have many interesting moments— including a certain good-looking fellow who has the locker two doors down the hall from me. Ah-h! Goodbye for now. Diary.