McLean High School - Hub Yearbook (McLean, IL)

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CLASS WILL I, Susy Alexander, do will to Susan Holland my ability to get along with the C's: Ciscos and contacts. We, Bill and Bob Bristow, do will to Buddy Lane our ability to get along with our favorite shop teacher. We. Cheryl Brookshier and Melda Burns, do will to Connie Grant all our brothers and sisters. They will keep you company at noon, Connie. I, Bruce Canfield, do will to Paul Loercher my special talent for getting along with Atlanta girls. 1, Butch Craig, do will to Lonnie Kirby my junior books. They should be in good shape. I didn’t use them much. We, Jerry Douglass and David McLane, do will to the rest of our gang our frequent trips to Funks Grove. I, Marcia Morrison, do will to Diane Lynch my Rules of the Road book, now that I don’t need it any longer. I, Norman King, will to Steve Hawkins anything I have that he wants; for a quarter, that is. I, Janice Westerfield, will to Jane Adair my seat in the German room. We, Faye Westerfield and Linda Stubblefield, do will to the Jr. girls our positions in Freshman P. E. class. Have fun, girls. I, Sandy Walters, do will to Eddie Sympson my locker in the main hall, since you are there all the time anyway. I, Lyle Nevius, will to Randy Strubhar the Student Council gavel. Keep them in line, Randy. I, Connie Wilcox, do will to Betty Marlett all the memories of our past cheerleading years and the hopes of many more to come. I, Dale Sympson, will to Kevin Lynch my ability to get along with the teachers. I, Linda Ruble, do will to Sue Rich my ability to get along with Clinton boys. I, Nancy Cisco, do will to Paul Bailey the memories of our quiet school days together. I, Jerry Watkins, do will to Bob Crownover my knack for crowning Mrs. Quay. I, Terry Marvel, do will nothing to Mark Fawley and Neil Braid, since I am going to need all I got to get through college. I, Betty Shaffer, will to Janice Michaels my shorthand ability. I, Maralee Downs, will to Stevie Danczak, my ability to find something funny in everything. I, Jennifer Slupianek, will to all the kids at M-W my dad. He may come in handy at times. I, Mike Lynch, will to Brent White my height. The scenery sure is different from up here, Brent. We, Ted Glaser, Roger Swaner, Wayne Lee, and Merle Leach, do will to Bob Shaffer, Gene Cisco, Roger Rich, Donnie Dennison, Dennis Barr, and Gary Bristow our ability to behave ourselves on our ag trips. 1, David Nevius, will to Ronnie Witzig my luck for breaking records in track events. How about it, Ron? I, Marsha Peifer, will to Connie Runge my ability to get along with that special Runge. I, Bonnie Grubbs, leave to Shirley Nelson the only electric typewriter. 23

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PROPHECY The energetic class of 1965 built a time machine to foretell the future of each one in the class twenty years from now. We found our classmates in various places in the United States. The first image we saw was of a large farm. Beside a field of corn, stood Merle Leach and Wayne Lee, discussing the management with their farm advisor, Jerry Douglass. In Hollywood where we saw several other classmates, Betti Shaffer, a famous model, was being filmed for an advertisement. Upstairs, the time machine found Bob Bristow, the leading sports announcer, taping an interview with Lyle Nevius, the coach of the fighting Illini. In the producer’s office, we found the re- ceptionist, Bonnie Grubbs, explaining to several people that the producer was busy with the accountant, Ted Glaser. In the waiting room, we recognized Roger Swaner, president of Scratchy Drawers Long Under- wear Corporation and his chief salesman, Bill Bristow. Nancy Cisco, the business agent for the Beatles, was also there. Butch Craig, an international playboy, was lying in the sun in Hawaii. With him was David McLane, who was on vacation after the rush at his Maple Syrup Company. In New York City, we saw a taxi, driven by Jerry Watkins, rushing Marcia Morrison, who was late as usual, to the airport to catch a plane. We discovered she was going to tour Europe with her famous chorus. Lynch’s Law Firm was located in a large office building. Inside, Maralee Downs, secretary for the firm, was busily typing. Marsha Peifer's typing school was located down the hall. On the thirteenth floor, we recognized Susan Alexander, who was having her hair styled by Linda Ruble, the famous hairdresser. In the Chicago Tribune office, we found the editor Duke Sympson, arranging articles for the front page which concerned: Bruce Canfield, new head of Argon National Laboratories: David Nevius, president of AFL-CIO, announcing a strike; the theft of a prize toad, reported by the famous biologist, Connie Wilcox. In her own office, Cheryl Brookshire was busy writing her love-lorn column. Janice Westerfield and Jennifer Slupianek, head nurses at the County Hospital, were conferring with Melda Burns, the County Health Nurse. In one room, we found Faye Westerfield, the world famous lec- turer, recuperating from a severe case of laryngitis. In the waiting room, Norm King was awaiting news of his driver who had been injured while driving one of the King Specials. Near the hospital, we observed Terry Marvel’s large supermarket. In the office, Linda Stubblefield, the executive secretary, was taking dictation. Buying groceries for her left-handed basketball-playing sons was the former Sandy Walters. As the machine ran out of power, we returned to the year of 1965, wondering if our future would be as was foretold by the time machine.

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CLASS POEM Linda Ruble, if given a chance. Would turn all our parties into a dance. Ted Glaser, who is quite a gent, Is the FFA president. Melda Bums, who moved in just last year. Always seems to be full of cheer. Cheryl Brookshier with eyes so brown. Never seems to wear a frown. Janice Westerfield, so precise and neat, A diligent student that is hard to beat. Bonnie Grubbs, quiet and shy, Is certain to marry some nice guy. Bill Bristow, a baseball fan supreme. Is always ready to cheer the Cardinal team. Duke Sympson, who is not very tall, Often goes out and has a ball. Susy Alexander, who is quiet and coy, Has given her heart to one certain boy. David McLane, with short cropped hair, Rides his motor scooter everywhere. Bob Bristow, a swell all-round guy, Unless you know him, he seems quite shy. Nancy Cisco, with hair styles galore, Is always trying to make up more. Lyle Nevius, handsome and neat. Is our school's all-round athlete. Marsha Peifer, who’s full of charm, Has given her heart to that boy on the farm. Terry Marvel, who is never blue, Next year plans to attend W. I. U. Linda Stubblefield, who is tall and slim. Is always full of vigor and vim. Our president, that's Mike, he quite the man to cheer; He kept up with his basketball, he made twelve points this year. 24