Mascoutah Community High School - Mascoutan Yearbook (Mascoutah, IL)

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We, the senior class of 1950, being of sane, sober, and highly educated mind, after four years well spent in the cuest for knowledge, do hereby declare this to be our last will and testament. To the Board of Education and the faculty we leave our sincere thanks and an abundant supply of aspirins, for we realize that there can never be another class so obedient and cheerful as the class of '50, To the juniors, our successors, we bequeath our position as the dignified and authoritative upperclass- men, and the ability to do well all the things which they may choose to do, To the sophomores we will our aptitude in scholastic work and the capability of using to full advantage the opportunities offered by our school. To the freshmen we leave our patience, fortitude, and sense of humor, to help them bear the slave labor which they will have to do for the future seniors, To our beloved Alma Mater we have pledged our love, loyalty, honor, and support forever. As individuals we will the following: I, Sylvia Haas, leave my long fingernails to Toots Bizenberger. I, June Linck, will my talkativeness to Ruth Karpel. I, Dick Cannon, bequeath my permanent tardy pass, with Mr. Glover's consent, to Don Mitchell, I, Bernice Kraemer, will my quiet ways to Bonnie Graul. I, Jack Roth, leave my ability to wink at girls to Terry Plab. I, Danny Rasch, bequeath my ability to misbehave and get by with it to Gene Richter. I, Dwight Hoelscher, will my Ford to Don Seitz. I, Marjorie Klingel, leave my height to Audrey Reeble. I, Norman Weber, bequeath my ability to get along with girls to Dale Reuss, I, Helen Hcimann, will my pep to Anna Mae Yarber. I, Doris Justus, will my tan to Barbara Blum. I, Everett Deadeye Deterding, will my nickname to Clarence Munie, provided he uses it to full ad- vantage. I, John Pittman, leave my dark-room ability to Robert Whitecotton, I, Marilyn Beckmeyer, leave my dignified manner to VVilma Rickert. I, Betty Rainwater, leave my ability in Art to Pearl Graul. I, Jack Klopmeyer, bequeath my physique to Marcel Frerker, I lllllll CLASS WILL I, Robert Mueth, will my title Lone Wolf of the Shorthand Class to John Starron. I, Alice Joellenbeck, leave to Betty Garner my ability to be a friend, I, Allan Albrecht, will my slogan We like 'em tough to Henry Feldt. I, Jerome Mueller, bequeath my grindstone Cone to which I've had my nose stuck for four long yearsl to Richard Teichmann. I, Daniel Wombacher, will my love for Willie Shakespeare and Eddy Spenser to Wendell Short. I, Robert Donner, leave my little black book and the privilege of driving my car to Curt Condon, provided he remains in the back seat, as in the past. I, Loraine Yarber, will my appendix, well preserved in alcohol, to Phyllis Augustine. I, Ronald Heyde, leave my yen to skip school and go fishing to Robert Starron, I, Harvey Seering, bequeath all of my girl friends from Belleville to Norman Wilmsmeyer, I, Glenn Pitt, will my merry Oldsmobile to anyone who will take good care of Jaynie. I, Lucille Werner, will all of my shorthand papers, a locker full, to Bonnie Funk, I, Gerald Rakers, bequeath my trained mice to Keith Grodeon for safe-keeping. I, Margie Shubert, will my fondness for babysitting with Slick to Betty Richter if she will charge Les. I, Shirley Bischoff, will my pemianent Saturday reservation at the Moose Hall to Scheron Kilian. I, George Bizenberger, bequeath my many talents in scholastic work, art, taxidermy, and music to Jim Mitchell. I, Dorothy Harper, will my typing skill and my desire to live in Ohio to Eileen Snyder. I, Sharol Lee Dickhaut, leave my many pen pals to Evelyn Dickhaut. I, Ruth Wombacher, will my ability as a volleyball player to Joyce Curry, - I, Leona Anstedt, bequeath my desire for a million dollars to Zip. I, Carol Stahl, will my position and privileges as librarian to anyone capable of finding enough West- erns for the sophomores. I,'Jean White, bequeath my love, eternal friend- ship, and success in the pursuit of happiness to two of my dearest friends, Toots Bizenberger and Jim Mitchell, I, Charles Kieback, will my sense of humor and my position as Santa Claus to the capable Don Seitz. Signed: Senior Class, '50 Witnesses: Jean White Carol Stahl

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Elllll TAT! 'PIU NAME Allan Albrecht Leona Anstedt Marilyn Beckmeyer Shirley Bischoff Dick Cannon Everett Deterding Sharol Lee Dickhaut Robert Donner Sylvia Haas Dorothy Harper Helen Heimann Ronald Heyde Dwight Hoelscher Alice Joellenbeck Doris Jean Justus Charles Kieback Marjorie Klingel Jack Klopmeyer Bemice Kraemer June Rose Linck Jerome Mueller Robert Mueth Glenn !Pitt John Pittman Betty Rainwater Gerald Rakers Danny Rasch Jack Roth Margie Shubert Harvey Seering Carol Stahl Norman Weber Lucille Werner Jean White Daniel Wombacher Ruth Wombacher Loraine Yarber 12. HOBBY Sports Spending evenings up-town Music Dancing Eating Getting out of studies Dancing K Hunting and fishing Eating Staying at home Cwith JoeD Sitting for hours and thinking Hunting and fishing Driving my Ford Writing letters Writing and receiving letters AMBITION To get an A in First Aid To retire and let my husband support me To be a secretary Learning to drive a car Very little To be a rich farmer To To To be a good secretary be a dead shot be a nurse and marry a mortician FAVORITE SAYING They like 'em tough Are you kiddin'? Well? Ooh-la-la! Quit pumping me! Oh, heck! Bravo! Thats a lot of baloney! You don't say! Cheese and crackers! To live in Ohio Gee Whiz! To be world's champion typistOh, Crud! None Holy mackerel! To get an A in English To revise the U. S. history book To be a second Jo Stafford Running I5 laps To get an A in First Aid Reading To be a good secretary Sports To get people to listen more and talk less Sewing and designing clothes To be a secretary Talking To be a Latin teacher Driving a car To pass all of my subjects Hunting Stenographer Going to Scott Field To own a Texaco service station Algebra To be well-liked Taking driving lessons from To make an A in chemistry Art , Sports To be a chemist Hunting, trapping, and fishing Making money the easy way Girls To get an A in algebra Riding around in a '40 Chevy with S!ick. Sleeping in my spare time Reading books of any kind Music Sewing Day-dreaming Collecting stamps Riding in a certain Dodge. Driving To type 180 words a minute School tomorrow! Oh, crumb! A Mc and you are gonna tangle Holy cow! I'l! grind your eyeballs! Holy cow! Oh, boy! Well, I guess! None How about that? What facts do you base that statement upon? Well, I guess! See you tonight! Like fish! Come on now! I don't know! To become a meat cutter AW, nuts! To see the 'iCards play a I d0n't care! World Series game To be a ballet dancer Ach! To be a good typist My lands! To blow up the chemistry lab.Shoot me a star - I'm wishing again. To be a carpenter Oh, brother! To pass history Jiminy crickets! To be a farmer I don't care.

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TIIE lllllll I llllill One bleak, rainy afternoon in 1960 I was sitting in my bamboo hut in the Belgian Congo, where I had been a nurse for the past six years. I was paging through my 1950 annual from M.C.H.S, and reminiscing about my high-school days, wondering what had become of all my classmates. Had each one reached his goal in life? Were some of them on the road to fame? To fortune? Since I was longing to see my homeland and my old friends, I decided to take a much-needed vacation, Boarding a plane for the States, whom should I find as stewardess but Bernice Kraemer! While making me comfortable, she told me that the pilot was none other than the famous Robert Crash Landingv Donner, who would be sure to take me safely to Mascoutah. Being rather dubious, I was greatly reassured by the presence of the new World's Heavyweight Champion, Norman You'd better ducku Weber, who was sitting across the aisle from me, His companion was Dwight Hoelscher, now a missionary in India, We had a very enjoyable trip talking over old times and landed safely at the new airport of the ever-thriving metropolis of Mascoutah. The airport was owned' and managed by Ronald Heyde, who frequently evaded business for his favorite pastime, fishing. Going into his office to call a cab, we talked with the receptionist, Shirley Bischoff, and Ronald's secretary, Marjorie Klingel. When the cab came, we found that our driver was Dick Cannon, owner of Cannonls Courteous Cab Com- pany. He told us that the mayor of Mascoutah was the dignified Allen Allie Albrecht, who blows bubbles to relieve his mind from vexing civic problems. His right-hand man, the Chief of Police, is the famed sleuth, Everett Deterding, better known as Deadeye,', who always gets his man-or mouse. Crime doesn't pay in Mascoutah, even field mice are afraid to steal grain anymore. Chief Deterding is also hot on the trail of people who throw beer bottles in tavern brawls, As a result of Deadeye's war on mice, Loraine Yarber and Gerald Rakers are the most prosperous farmers in the community. Our taxi ran out of gasoline in front of Glenn Pitt's Streamlined Standard Service Station, Jerome Mueller, his friendly and industrious attendant, filled the tank for us, Then, after leaving Norman and Dwight at the home of friends, I continued merrily on my way to Hotel Mascoutah, owned and operated by Robert Mueth. He guarantees that his guests may rest comfortably Cin spite of bed bugs and roachesl, or their money is cheer- fully CPD refunded. Here I was given a warm reception by the quiet and refined desk clerk, Danny Rasch. I could hardly believe my eyes. How ten years can change people! He rang a bell, and a nattily-dressed bell-hop, Daniel Wombachcr, came to take my bags. I really appreciated his service, and when I offered him a 75cts. tip, he politely refused it-for old times' sake. He 14 volunteered the information that Dorothy Harper and Alice Joellenbeck were well-known novelists, who had written two of the latest best-selling mysteries-Murder in the Malt Shop and The Strange Case of the Mas- coutah Maniac. He also told me that Helen Heimann had become an illustrator for the Ladies' Home Journal. After thanking Dan, the bell-hop dandy, I lay down to rest awhile. Later, when I attended a movie at the Bijou Theater, I met Sharol Dickhaut, the ticket-seller, who told me that the theater was owned by Jake Klopmeyer, and that the ticket-taker was his wife, the former June Linck. After chatting with June, I entered the theater and took a seat. The star of the main attraction was Charles Kieback, who had replaced Jimmy Durante in the movies. In the news reel I saw pictures of the mathe- matical genius, John Pittman, the present-day Einstein. One of his greatest accomplishments was the discovery of the Pittman Theorem, guaranteed to make geometry simple, even for high-school sophomores. After the movie I met Betty Rainwater, a curator of the local Art Museum and her dearest friend, Margie Schubert, who has developed a new method of preventing accidents on Slick streets. Her method? Stay off! I left these old friends and went to the 'iRats' Nest Cafe, which caters to only the best clientele, It is owned by Louie the Louse, known to some as Jack Roth, the ideal of all Mascoutah ladies. The pretty hat-check girl, Ruth Wombacher, was checking the derby of George M, Cohan Bizenberger, a song-writer well known in Tin Can Alley for such popular songs as Meet Me in Fort Leavenworth and The Bread-and-Water Bluesf' He pays the singing headwaiter, Harvey Scering, to plug his songs. I was escorted to my table to the tune of Meet me in Fort Leavenworthg meet me in my cell. Cheerful! The pert, little waitress, Lucille Werner, took my order, While I awaited my food, Sylvia Haas, the wife of the city's most prosperous undertaker, and Leona Anstedt, wife of the city's leading doctor, came over to chat. Sylvia is very fond of Leona -Leona's husband furnishes Sylvia's husband with most of his business. The girls told me that Carol Stahl was a very successful model in New York City forvboth the Robert John Towers and Hanover agencies. Our chit-chat was pleasantly interrupted by the music of Marilyn Beckmeyer's all-girl orchestra, the very talented vocalist being Doris Justus. The first number was the Mascoutah Loyalty Song, still the top number on our Hit Parade of Memories, After my pleasant, but all too short, visit I departed from dear old Mascoutah, flying toward the east and the rising sun, which gives promise of a still brighter tomorrow! Jean White