Lovington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Lovington, IL)

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7he %mo( 960 yfo OamltfA ui TSaJl 6if the Clou oh 1 161 As I was walking the streets in the rain, on a recent trip to New York City, I came upon a rather unusual coffee- house. The sign over the door read “Marvin’s Gardens . Intrigued by the strange music coming from the establish- ment, I opened the door and entered. I found myself in what appeared to be a beatnik’s paradise. Seated at small tables all around the room were young men and women, all seemingly oblivious to what was going on around them. In one corner a small band played a weird melody. A tall man with a beard approached me at that mo- ment. He looked vaguely familiar to me, and, after mentally removing the beard, I recognized Marvin Stovall. Not even a beatnik beard and odd clothing could disguise that long, lanky frame. Marvin had been a classmate of mine twenty years ago, at Lovington High School. As 1 talked with him, I was happy to hear that he had kept in touch with his classmates over the years. He motioned toward the bandstand, and there were three of the old crowd. Blowing a cool trumpet was Jerry Day. Marvin told me that Jerry is the modern day Harry James. However he is still a bachelor, since he is looking for his own version of Betty Grable. Pounding the wild eighty-eight was Bob Long. Bob says a beatnik coffee-house is a welcome change from Carnegie Hall. Suddenly the music stopped. Out of die shadows came a familiar voice. It was Larry Allen, reading one of his many weird poems. Larry owns the company which imports the coffee for Marvin’s many coffee-houses across the country. Since Larry sells his coffee to him at a discount, Marvin permits him to try out each new poetic endeavor on the coffee-house customers. Marvin and I found an empty table in a corner and sat down to talk. When the band took a break, the others joined us. They told me what the rest of the class is doing. Bob Quick is doing a fine job preaching in a small church at the edgeofthe Sahara Desert. I always knew that boy would go places! Fred Miles is now a general in the Army. His men love him, and so does his new bride, the former Joyce Taylor. Ralph Cook was the big winner in the last Indianapolis Speedway race. Ralph said he would have lapped them again if the engine hadn't been missing. Wayne Adcock is running for the presidency of the Liar’s Club. His campaign manager and speech writer is Meredith Bolsen. Wayne figured that, with all of her ex- perience as the State F.H.A. president, she would be the perfect person for the job. Jerry Murphy is still in Texas. She wanted to live in the nation’s largest state, but she got caught in a sand- storm and missed her plane to Alaska. Bill Wagahoft is working on a new phase of electronics and television. He is now trying to perfect smell-o- vision” for television. Good luck. Bill. We always knew you’d make a big stink in the world!! Kenny Lowder has turned the college, at which he is a social studies professor, upside down by bringing a new meaning to the word “social in Social Studies. Connie Henneberry Is our first ambassador to Mars. The natives love her, and Connie is quite happy because she has her old friend, Ramona Pound, with her as an interpreter. Ramona can now speak almost every language known to mankind. I was glad to find out that Dorothy Stinson is happily married and has twelve children. She believes in the old adage that they are “cheaper by the dozen . Homer Butler is very proud of his polo team at Oxford University. They have won every game for the last four years. Congratulations, Coach Butler! Willie Carr studied forestry after leavinghigh school. He has returned to his home town and holds the very im- portant job of forest ranger in the Dawson timber. Ca riene Jacobs has the best known smile on televis ion. She is in all the commercials for a fantastic new tooth- paste. She has just recently insured her smile, which is all that is ever seen of her, for a million dollars. Don Cochran, the final member of the class, operates a pillow factory. Hehas a contract with the Illinois Central Railroad to supply each train with free pillows. Don specializes in senior class trips! I was sorry that I had to leave so soon, but I was extremely glad to hear that everyone in the class had done so well. Good luck to all of them in the future. Betty Coslow, Class Oracle 27

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JL m Mill md atmatt oh tk Clou o( !%0 We, the class of 1960, being of fairly sound mind, do hereby bequeath the following to those we leave behind: I, Wayne Adcock, leave my extra credits to Gary McCoy. I, Larry Allen, leave my scholastic ability to Charlie Franklin. I, Meredith Bolsen, leave the office of State F.H.A. President to Kay Weaver. I, Homer Butler, leave my gracious, excellent, charming, loyal, helpful, and reverent way with women tojerry Lewis because I can’t use them any longer. I, Willie Carr, leave nothing because I need everything I have. I, Don Cochran, leave memories of the senior trip to Kay Bailey. I, Ralph Cook, leave my interest in a certain sophomore girl to anyone who dares take it. I, Jerry Day, leave my freshman initiation scissors to Steve Trainor. I, Connie Henneberry, leave my ability to have all-night parties to Rebecca Stephenson. I, Carlene Jacobs, leave my smile to Loice Kirkwood. I, Bob Long, leave my musical ability to Ron Haws. I, Kenny Lowder, leave my senior trip pictures to Mr. Allen to put on the Camera Club bulletin board. 1, Darrel McArthur, leave my excellent vocabulary to Dave Lorenson. I, Fred Miles, leave what is left of my shirts to the Home Economics Department (for scraps). I, Jerry Murphy, leave my ability to play hooky to any more fortunate soul titan I. I, Robert Quick, leave my winsome smile to Karen Brewer. I, Ramona Pound, leave my way with boys to Pat Huffman. I, Dorothy Stinson, leave my dramatic ability to Dick Breedlove. I, Marvin Stovall, leave my red and white polka dotted vest to Julia Dyer. I, Joyce Taylor, leave my track spikes, long fingernails, and anything else needed to keep boys in line to Sara Burcham. I, Bill Wagahoft, leave my football uniform to whatever amount of boys it will take to fill it (volume wise). To Mrs. Eskridge we leave a grass skirt for her next hula dance on a Senior Trip. To Mr. McAllister we leave a joke book and one large jar of laughing pills. To Mr. Best we leave a chin scratcher so that he may make big decisions. To Mr. Brauer we leave a book entitled “The Birds and the Bees” for his sociology class. To Mr. Sharp we leave an entry blank for the Mr. America contest.........lots of luck. To Mrs. Baker we leave students who will get permission to leave her classes. To Mr. Williams we leave a horse and buggy to replace the school bus with a flat tire. To Mr. Thomas we leave a gun in case there is a riot in the cafeteria. To Mrs. Thomas we leave the Immense pleasure and satisfac- tion that she must have had in knowing so illustrious a class. To Mr. Allen we leave, and take his son with us. To Mrs. Strader we leave a new movie projector; she wore the old one out. To Mrs. Stephenson we leave a senior class that won't complain about their senior pictures. To Doris Selock we leave a record player so the English classes won’t have to listen to her singing. To Mr. Jones we leaveawardrobeofLovlngton’strack shorts to take to California. To Mrs. Bailey we leave a new complaint department in the office (No one will be in it, but you can talk to it anyway.) To Mr. Peadro we leave a pair of blue and green bermuda shorts to wear on Dress Different Day”. To Mrs. Dickson and Mrs. Simpson we leave, and we’ll take Homer and Robert with us so they will have a peaceful lunchroom. To Mr. BrownandMr.Gravens weleaveagrounds Improvement committee that lives up to its name. To the Class of 61 we leave some of our intelligence so that they might be better qualified to emerge from their present lowly status. To the Class of '62 we leave our school spirit, our traits of Initiative, self-reliance, and any of our other exemplary traits that they want. To the Class of ’63 we leave an underground tunnel to use in passing to classes so there won’t be so many casualties because of accidents in the hall. To the school we leave our sympathy for losing the best class it ever had. 26 The Class of 1960

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ROW ONE: Jerry Murphy, Joyce Taylor, Connie Henneberry, Dorothy Stinson, Meredith Bolsen, Carlene Jacobs, Ramona Pound. ROW TWO: Jerry Day, Wayne Adcock, Ralph Cook, Marvin StovaU, Kenny Lowder, Homer Butler, Fred Miles. ROW THREE: Robert Quick, Willie Carr, Larry Allen, Darrell Mc- Arthur, Bob Long, Don Cochran, Bill Wagahoft. Cku 0( l%0 Tuesday May 31, 1960 - 8:00P.M. Prelude.................................Sue Noland Processional Pomp and Circumstance . . . Elgar Invocation.........................Rev. L. G. Beebe Lovington Christian Church Mixed Choir Ave Verum Corpus .... W. A, Mozart Mrs. Virginia Brooks Introduction of Speaker..................A, E, Best Superintendent-Principal, Lovington High School Address.......................Mr. Aubrey J. Holmes Presentation of Awards ..............Daniel Brauer Assistant Principal, Lovington High School Presentation of Class.................A, E, Best Awarding of Diplomas................H, P. Bicknell President, Board of Education Octet If With All Your Hearts .. Felix Mendelssohn Benediction...................Rev. C, A. Dougherty Lovington Church of God Recessional Pomp and Circumstance .........Elgar Executive Secretary, Illinois Teachers Retirement System LARRY ALLEN, Valedictorian A Iso w inner of follow ing awards: American Legion Citizenship Bausch Lomb, Science Danforth RAMONA POUND, Salutatorian MEREDITH BOLSEN American Legion Citizenship CONNIE HENNEBERRY DAR Runner-Up, American Legion HOMER BUTLER Runner-Up American Legion