Meredosia Chambersburg High School - Chief Yearbook (Meredosia, IL)

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we meet the famout Eva Lee Hunt, our old friend and clanmate ulho hat gained world- wide renown {on. converting 21 iavage head-huntert at her mlttlonary. She converted them to cannlballtm. Your conquering crutadert then proceed on to Hawaii, mlnut the co-pllot, who mytterloutly dltappeared back on the cannibal Itland. It It necettary to itop for fuel at Guam on thlt trant-Paclflc trip, and were we ever turprlted to find that Garry Davit, allat Wendel and Gomer , It pretent and tole owner of, the Standard Oil Company of Southern Guam. Garry alto hat an Interettlng tide job. During the dry teuton he tellt water at 304 a pint, after he gattet It down. {That't a twitch!!) Coughing and ipltterlng our way acrott the Pacific, we wandering gypilet fin- ally crath-land In a beautiful Hawaiian lagoon rimmed by toft-twaylng palm treet. After tpendlng a quiet two dayt In the enchanted lilet, we land-lubbert begin to tearch for a way home. Without tucceti until we meet our old clanmate, Cathl Jenklnt (dlthlng out toup at the relief line) we paute for a brief vltlt. Cathl tellt ut of her butlnett, In which her hutband and eight children are partnert. After re-lntroudctlon to her hutband, Bill, the offert ut a free pattage to the ttatet on one of her Hertz-Rent-A-Boardt. So, attrlde a flnt-clan turf- board, we journallitlc jewelt depart at high tide. It It not turprltlng that we end up off the coatt of Brazil tlnce Doug It nav- igating the board. Your Pacific pearlt are pulled from the deep blue by none other than Dennlt Petri, who It crultlng In hit two million dollar yacht. Pete hatn't been heard from tlnce the tprlng of 1966, when he quietly departed from Doth with all of the clan fundi. Feeling torry for hit patt, Pete decidet that he can at leatt tee to It that thlt tired twotome get back to the Statet. So It It through Dennlt't generally that we finally come to San Francltco, on the back of a burro. Once In 'Frltco, we hitch a ride on one of the Latt of the Great Trolly Llnet of the Wett, owned and operated by the Red-Headed Rote of the Wett, Cathy Rautch. Thete troubled troubadoun itep off In San Diego and promptly look up Admiral Tereta Dlckman, who It now In command of the entire Pacific fleet-----and Dave. Swinging touth to Hollywood, we itop In to tee that great film ttar, the Idol of mllllont....... TIM SURRATT . Tim really hit It big In the movie capltol after hit romance with the Ho. One film goddett of the decade. Working our way Eatt, bllwlldered and tired, we itop over In Lot Vegat to try our luck at Ron Chambert' pool hall. Ron bought the place with hit wlnnlngt at the top pool thark In the Golden Wett. After a | ew houn of thootlng pool- -and the breeze- -we head Eatt again and land unnoticed In Chicago. During a thort itay In the Windy City, we drop In un- invited on Tom Hewman and hit beloved Beverly. The loveblrdt now have 15 adorable chlldren--all of whom ttrongly retemble their proud poppa. Being to dote to home, we naturally become loit and end up In the Athletic Center on 61th Avenue In South Phlldelphla, Penntylvanla. We itay juit long enough to tee the great Swede Buhllg break Wilt the Stilt't all-time tcorlng rec- ord. Donnie hat been ttarrlng for the Philadelphia 16'ert ever tlnce hit gradua- tion from high tchool back In' 1 973. (He ttayed In tchool voluntarily to avoid the draft.) Sitting next to the object of our affection It Linda Lyttaker, the houte moth'er of a men't college outtlde of Phllly. With Linda pointing the way, we finally come to more familiar turroundlngt and make one latt itop before returning home. We itop at the new military Inttallatlon to vltlt Connie Tubbi, who It now an Army wife with 12 kldi. (Cheaper by the dozen, Connie?) Back In good 'ole Doth at latt, thli prepotterout valr make our latt ttop-- at Molly Morthole’i home. Molly and Sparky have purchated Shady Acret and turned It Into the moit popular tourlit retort thli tide of the French Rlverla. With the long tour over at latt, we tpllt up and go our teparate wayt. Pat back to her armadillo ranch, ttlll writing and tending her Dear Patty column back to the Hew York Sun, and Doug back at S.I.U., where he tet a conference and national record for the mott contecutlve yean at a Frethman..............

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CLASS PROPHECY We.ll, it is now 19S4--Voug Parker and Pat Tegeder, ace reporters of the Hew Volk Sun, set out'on their most important assignment--to cover the present lives of, the Senior clan of, 1966 of the city of Mer edosia, Illinois. It was a small midwestern town with a population of 1,009, but in eighteen short yeans the small town of Vosh has become an industrious city, with a population of 100,003 citizens. First stop is in our own city of Hew York. Here we find Ernest Koch, ex-Mr. America, who is running a small reducing saloon on Tenth Avenue. As we travel on- ward we come to Fifth Avenue, where we find such famous personalities, as our own little Jani McCartney, who has worked and argued herself into the position of the most sought after divorce lawyer in the United States. A little farther on we enter the plush pent-house apartment and office of millionaire, playboy, Bruce Larson. He is the present editor of Mad Magazine and Co-editor of Cavalier; no- thing like running two best sellers. Hext, we decide to take a short break and spend a nice evening at Radio City Hall. Much to our amazement, Mary Standley is in the chorus line. We had a chance to talk to her and learned she is now 43rd girl. We now board a chartered Pan-Am jet bound for London, we finally arrive after a very nice crossing and there is one of our classmates, Vave Edlen. He is here to greet us. We find out he is the Chief Exec of S.L.O.B., an extremely secret intel- ligence agency [Society for the Legalization of the Obliteration of Barbarianism.) Accompanying him is secret agent 7-11, Ernest Gregory. We go to headquarters for lunch, where we find Mx-6-6 Linda Bowen, Dave's private secretary. Unfortunately, we are not able to stay very long, so we trudge onward to Paris where we find. . .oh well'. Brad, you really should stick to selling. A little later on we run across Garold Brant, a now independent millionaire, who made his first million in a shrewd investment in Widgets. As much as we would like to stay in Paris, we must travel on to Germany for a short visit with Owen Hamman, a now infamous Bohemian Gun-Runner. Hext, we go across the iron curtain to Moscow, where unfortunately we find a few of our classmates have defected to the other side. First, we are interro- gated by John Kunzeman, who is now head man of F.I.H.K. [Federal Investigation of national Kolkhoz--collective farms in Soviet Russia], chief opposition of S.L.O.B. Here we also find tomrade, Janet Staake, extra private secretary to F.I.H.K. We are also privileged to meet their chief executioner, Terry Simon [we would never have thought you had it in you, Terry], We are informed they have captured one of our U-2 planes. It was shot down two days ago directly over Moscow. The pilot, Capt. Don Fanshier, kept mumbling something about taking recon. pictures of Cuba. As we ace reporters are only a few hours in flight from deepest Africa, we deccde to jaunt on down to see the Dark Continent. Once we land at Hairobi, the bustling jungle city in the heart of Kenya, we are overjoyed to see our old class- mate, Jungle Jim Fanshier. J. J. is now the most sought-after great white hunter xn Africa. After reminiscing about old times, B'wana Jim agrees to lead these hot- shot journalists through the dense rain jungles of South Africa. The trip is long and hot, but well worth it, for at the end is a gigantic pea- nut plantation owned by none other than Gary Clark and his lovely spouse, Carol Ruh. After bumming a meal off Gary and Carol, we stumble onward across the Indian Ocean to Australia--on a garbage scow. The scow is hit by a school of flying frish and sinks immediately, despite the valiant efforts of the captain, who sent smoke signals of distress by burning the lifeboats. Fear not, fair reader, this brave twosome will fight their way ashore and be rescued by their old friend whom they haven't seen in many years, Loren Dunmire. Butch” as he was called, owns two million acres of sand and...er. . . that is, two million acres of fine grazing land between Melbourne and Sidney, upon which he did raise seven sheep and a muskrat. All seven of the sheep died and the muskrat finally expired too--after it was stepped on by an eleven-foot kangaroo. At this point, we silently leave Loren, who is spending his hours mourning fos Mortimer, his mutilated muskrat.

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8 i THE END! AMERICA WHO'S THE GREATEST ? ? THE HAPPINESS BOYS! !!!!!! o O SOLE MIO MAYBE IF WE IGNORE IT, IT'LL GO AWAY! WHAT'LL I 00 NOW COACH? kRE YOU A BOY OR ARE YOU A GIRL?? YOU HOLD IT AND I'LL KICK IT! ! WHAT A NIGHT