Maroa Forsyth High School - Trojanaire / Maronois Yearbook (Maroa, IL)

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Do You Know Who He Is? I decided it would be a good idea to talk to the Concerned Citizens (school board) first because they are very involved in what goes on at the school. The citizens (school board) had already o rganized themselves and elected a spokeswoman, Brenda Stubblefield. Some of the other leaders were (pg. 4 pic. 1) Kenneth Offer, Laverne Malone, Glen Morgan, David Braden, Bryant Austin, and Ed Orr. Through my informants, I discovered that the citizens (school board) were meeting that evening at the school. As I approached the door to the room in which they were meeting, I heard loud voices. Fearing that something might be wrong, I broke the door down, and all heads turned to me. Why, Mr. Wrench! What are you doing here? asked one man. I replied that I had come to ask some questions. Then he asked, why did you break the door down? I heard loud voices and I feared that someone might have been in danger, I replied. The man said, Thank you for your concern, but we are all quite fine. I ' m afraid we can ' t answer your questions right now because we are in the middle of a meeting, but if you will wait, we will be glad to speak with you later. So, I took a seat and proceeded to listen to their discussion, and this is what followed: Where are we getting the dough? That ' s all taken care of. Don ' t worry about a thing. When are we going to do this? The date isn ' t set for sure yet, but I should have all the details drawn up by the next board meeting. Right about then, I decided to leave. Mr. Wrench, where are you going? This page courtesy of Autohous Fortense, Inc. 3

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Villain in Our Midst? It was one of those days, so hot and humid that it made you want to sweat. I was getting ready to go home, walking towards the door that said Mickey Wrench, Private Investigator. At least, that ' s what it said from the other side. From my side it said rotagitsevnl etavirP, hcnerW yekciM. Then, she walked in. She was one of those dames that you ' ve never seen the likes of before, and you hope you never will again. To be totally honest with you, this has nothing to do with this case, it ' s just the only way a cheap detective story ever starts. I ' m Mickey Wrench, the famous private eye. The concerned citizens of the Maroa-Forsyth school district first contacted me in relation to a small problem they had, concerning missing diplomas. (Actually, I was their second choice; they originally wished to hire my cousin, Mike Hammer.) It turns out that the diplomas of the class of 1985 nave been stolen, making it impossible for the seniors to graduate. The chief of police, Leroy Mills, and the Police commissioner, Richard Irvin, have been unable to apprehend the fiendish mastermind behind this dastardly deed. The only clue they have unturned is that it was an inside job, committed by someone who is at the school regularly. Here are the facts. The diplomas were discovered missing from the safe on August 23,1984, which was the first day of school. There was a half-eaten pastry left lying at the scene of the crime ... a French pastry ... a chocolate eclair. I have reasons to believe that the culprit was a German trying to throw me off the trail. 2 This page courtesy of MAPP Productions

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The Search Begins Concerned Citizens asked the head honcho. I think I ' ve heard quite enough ' I said. (Flashback to meeting: So, let ' s discuss the cookie sale. ) Even though I already had valid suspicions about some people, I still had to check out other leads. One of these leads was the cooks. They were first suspicious to me because they were always rolling in the dough. And I had heard from some anonymous students that some of the cooks made pastries. Very significant. My next group of suspects were the janitors. Police Commissioner I suspected that they not only cleaned the school, but had also cleaned out some banks in their time. They were obviously pros. Next on my list was the mechanic. The students had been observ¬ ing him for some time and the few times they had seen him, he was lurking around suspiciously behind the schools. I had also overheard a conversation about high-jacking planes. Very in¬ teresting ... The next group under scrutiny were the so-called bus drivers. Indeed, they did drive buses. Chief of Police but was it a front for kidnapping? Every day after school, these people would load unsuspecting, innocent kids onto their buses, drive off, and return a few hours later ... with no kids. It ' s time to tell you about my first big clue. A ribbon from a diploma was found sticking out of locker no. 335. I ran down to the office to find out whose locker it was. It turned out to be Kathrin Eckhart ' s, the German exchange student. I was catching up to this German fiend. You might think that I would become This page courtesy of Lake Fork Grain Co.