Martinsville High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Martinsville, IL)

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First Row, left to right-Margaret Grubb, Ada Napier, Katie Hampton, Rosalie Craig, Elizabeth Morgan, Mildred Ellington, Virginia Medsker, Beth 'Medsker, Wanda Hardway. Second Row-Nora Watson, Marj Smith, Rita Blunk, Shirley Cook, Juanita Watson, Mid Carper, Clara Cornwell, Fern Parker, Shirley Misner. Third Row-Stanley Arney, Glen Lee, Stanley Davis, Jeannene Eirhart, Mary Jo Ewbank, Pat Zachary, Nina Bennett, Jackie Ellington, Lelan Shade. Fourth Row--Bob Short, Bill Hutchings, Dick Janney, Bob Hutchings, Jerry Bros- man, Bob Stutesman, Howard Davis, Harold Claypool, -Harold Durnall. - SENIOR HISTORY In the fall of 1945 several green freshmen entered M. C, H. S. and chose as their officers, Beth Medsker, President, Ada Napier, Vice-President, Stanley Arney, Secretary-Treasurer, and Mid Carper, Reporter. Lelan Shade and Wanda Hardway were candidates for Carnival King and! Queen. As sophomores they knew their way around better and elected Dick Janney, President, Lelan Shade, Vice-President, Bill Hutchings, Secretary-Treasurer, and Pat Zachary, Reporter. Candidates for King and Queen were Mid 'Carper and Howard Davis. As juniors, they worked hard to make the Carnival, Class Play, and Junior-Senior Banquet successes. Officers of this ambitious class were Juanita Watson, President, Bob Short, Vice-President, Howard Davis, Secretary-Treasurer, and Beth Medsker, Reporter. The Junior King candidate, Howard Davis, was crowned King of the Carnival. The Queen candidate was Marj Smith. As seniors, the Class Play and Annual were successful. They felt as if they were now important and chose Howard Davis, Presidentg Wanda Hardway, Vice-President, Mid Carper, Secretary-Treasurerg and Beth Medsker, Reporter, The Senior Queen candidate, Beth Medsker, was Queen of the Carnival. Howard Davis was the King candidate.

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new-ewes.- rue sires ' ...fees LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT '93 We, the 49'ers, after spending four years achieving our fortunes in gold, leave our most prized possessions to the following prospectors: I, Jerry Brcfman, leave my Model A to the junk yard. I, Bob Hutchings, leave my football captainship to Creeper Marshall. I, Bob Stutesman, leave my intelligent history answers to my brother, Don. I, Bob Short, leave M. C. H. S. to the Indians. I, Bill Hutchings, leave my collection of comic books to Rook Reed. I, Dick Janney, leave my never failing answer, I don't know, to Doyle Rardin. I, Harold Claypool, leave my love for Mrs. Harden's classes to Bob Craig. 1, Pat Zachary, leave my cheerleading dignity to Betty Poe. I, Clara Cornwell, leave my blushing disposition to Tubby Cline, I, Rosalie Craig, leave my sixth period siesta to Roxy Hammond. I, Rita Blunk, leave my status as a Republican to Ron Janney, I, Nora Watson, leave my brother, Harold, to Wanda Washburn. I, Mary Jo Ewbank, leave my height to Lelah Newman. I, Stanley Arney, leave 160 acres, 13 pigs and a balky mule to future farmers. I, Harold Durnall, leave my nightly hikes to Marshall and my irresistible ways 'o Bob Inboden. I, Stanley Davis, leave my Tarzan ways to Stanley Ratts. I, Jeannene Eirhart, leave my lure as a siren to Esther Ellington. l, Shirley Cook, leave my brilliant answers to Carmen Cunningham. I, Ada Napier, leave my reputation as a man-hater to Mary Lucille Arney. I, Nina Bennett, leave my night shifts to Avis Malcolm. I, Wanda Hardway, leave my technique to Imogene Bishop. I, Mid Carper, leave my brown eyes and all their fatal power to Phyllis Moore. I, Virginia Medsker, leave M, C. H. S. to live in Neadmore. I, Elizabeth Morgan, leave my appendix to the Paris Hospital. I, Margaret Grubb, leave my interest in Casey to my sister, Berna Deane, I, Marj. Smith, leave my romantic giggle to Doris Benner, I, Juanita Watson, leave my scientific ability to Betty Shaffner. I, Mildred Ellington, leave my silent manners to Verlin Zachary. I, Jackie Ellington, leave my jitter-bugging to Margaret Doles. I, Shirley Misner, leave M. C. H. S. to become Mrs. Don Veach. I, Beth Medsker, leave my super-brain to Wilma Beutler. I, Katie Hampton, leave my heartbreaks to Thelma Smitley, I, Howard Davis, leave my speed and deception to Jim Slusser. Glenn Lee, leave my way with women to Junior Cornwell. Fern Parker, leave my long blond hair to Janice Bollinger. I, Lelan Shade, leave the title Pride of Auburni' to the next worthy Auburnite. L L To the Freshman Class we bequeath the privileges we have enjoyed during the past three years, hoping they will not abuse said rights and privileges. To the Sophomore Class we bequeath the payment of all debts due and funeral expenses as soon after our decease as possible. To the Junior Class we bequeath this advice: Eat, Drink and be Merry for next year you may become dignified Seniors. -SENIOR CLASS OF 1949.

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H97 lLl!E SWRIE ' 49 CLASS OF '49 'ii HOWARD DAVIS, lately deceased, paused while climbin' up the Golden Stair, wiped the sweat from his brow, and rubbed his aching back. Oh, what I'd give for my jet-propelled job, or even that beat-up Chevy I used to have. Resuming his ascent with an abrupt turn, he nearly stumbled against the Pearly Gates. Who art thou? inquired a voice which the climber took to be that of Saint Peter. It's Howard Davis. I'm wonderin' if you have a pair of wings here for me. Hast thou lived a good life? ' W-e-1-1, er, I was a heart' specialist and the only patient IA ever lost was JEANNINE EIRHART, an old classmate of mine. It was a hopeless case of heart fracture, though, her heart just couldn't take it when she lost her fifth husband. Unlatching the gate, Saint Peter decreed that he might enter on a ten-day trial. As he passed through the wondrous portals, the familiar voice of Mrs. Buckley greeted him, Welcome, Howard! She gestured toward an ebony blackboard on which the names of her students were written in gold. Eliminating his name with an ivory chalk, she explained briskly, I've been waiting for you, Howard. You are the seventeenth member of the class of '49 to arrive. Just last week BILL HUTCHINGS and I were speaking of you. Bill, poor fellow, choked on an auto- matic toothpick he had invented. He'd been embalmed by GLEN LEE and a fine looking angel he is. But I know you must be anxious to see the othersg you'll find some old friends on Cloud Number Nine. Just step into the taxi-cloud, the driver will float you there in a jiffy. Cautiously stepping into the cruising cloud, he sank back against the luxurious fluffiness of the seats. 4 Where to? asked the driver. Why, MDLDRED ELLINGTOIN, I haven't seen you since you were selling pop at Yankee Stadium. After a lengthy discussion on the merits of Pepsi and Coke, Mildred deposited him at Cloud Nine. Pushing through walls as soft as cotton candy, he found ADA NAPIER, peering through her earth-o-scope to see how Fashion Magazine, which she had edited, was getting along without her. Looking over her shoulder was MARGARET GRUBB, munching on a moonbean and waiting to check on her successor as sampler in the culinary department of Fashion. Drawing Margaretaway from her moonbean, he learned that BOB STIUTESMAN was now president of Cloud Bank and that DICK JANNEY, who on Earth had been very successful at raising purebred goats, was Chief Shepherd of Heaven's little lambs. He was even more surprised to learn that HAROLD CLAYPOOL, Esq., former wealthy financier, had been able to win his wings despite the handicap of riches. Howard took leave of the two inseparables and was wandering on in search of more old acquaintances when a lilting voice in his ear halted him, Just dropped by to say howdy-Howdy! Ma-am? Alighting on a convenient star, BETH MEDSKER, owner of said voice, brought him up to date concerning several old classmates. She herself had been a promising young artist, designing feed bags for the SHIRLEY COOK Feed Mill. NINA BENNETT role of guardian angel to her thirty-five grandchildren still on Earth kept her busy, except when she served honey-dew and ambrosia to the angels at Stardust Cafe. As campaign manager, FERN PARKER had been very valuable to her employer, ROSALIE CRAIG, who was Republican candidate for President in 1980. On the eve of election day, she was assassinated. G-Man, BOB SHORT, and his bloodhounds won fame by capturing the perpetrator of this dastardly deed. fContinuedJ