Metropolis High School - Illohmet Yearbook (Metropolis, IL)

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M. C. H. S. DL {J[Cohm£.k 1949 SENIOR WILLS (Continued From Preceding Page) I. Mary Virginia Jett, in my usual state of mind, do hereby will the following: to Bob Cummins, my A s in Citizenship and to Mary F. Hart, my job as fifth hour librarian. I. LeRoy Meinders, being non-compos-mentis do will to Everett Blobaum my honored seat in the band; to Mrs. Brookshire. I will my latent ability to type; my private Physics tutor I leave to the whole school for their use; and with nothing else to leave but my love for the school, which I leave to Hal Rush, (who needs it), I sadly close my last will and testimony. I. Francis Wells, in my somewhat sober mind. (Joke! Joke!), will to Kenneth Searles, Bob Cummins, and “Monkey” Wells my ability to keep quiet in the first hour study hall. And last but not least, I will to Phyllis Wells some of the Tilghman boys that I know. I. “Dutch” Haverkamp, in a sleepy sort of way. will to Don Sullivan my singing ability, (such as it is), and to Gale Wehrmeyer, my ability to do as little as possible with the least amount of energy. I. Loren Henderson, in an insane (that’s putting it mildly), and sober (joke) state of mind, leave to my dear friend Ronnie Sumner my English III book, and to Joe Cunningham, my position on the football team. The rest I possess I take with me—blank. I. Joan Carlyle, in somewhat sober mind, do hereby will my seat in American History to Phyllis Kommer, providing she argues with Schneeman; to Mary Helen Hille, my locker; to Lavern Henson, my love for “Macbeth,” and my love for M. C. H. S. I’m going to take with me. I. Jan Arensman, in my usual (in) sane state of mind, will my place in the pop-corn stand to Mary Lou Hard, and my ability to get seats on the bottom row at basketball games to Phyllis Dean. I leave my zest for cheering to a very apt pupil, Shirley Hempler, and my few but precious library slips I’ll pass on to Carol Sue Walker. I, Shirley Hinners, in a state of no mind whatsoever have pondered long upon the question of what to leave to my youthful associates at M. C. H. S.. and decided that no one w’ould want anything I have and that I’ll need it myself anyw’ay. But on second thought, they say you can’t take it with you. so I cheerfully will to Eleanor Fulkerson, who will be a freshman next year, my position as majorette, and to Phyllis Wade, my 6th hour library, providing she can efficiently subdue Nick Stroube. I. Everett Massie, do hereby will Charles Giltner my firm resolution to become a bachelor, and my ability to make such good grades in English III. I. Betty Boopie” Laird, do hereby will to Janie Laird, my ability to get and keep a steady boy friend. To Doris Laird. Floe Scott. Shirley Ow’ens, and Bev Weber I leave my dumbness and (in) ability to master “Macbeth.” I. Marie Taylor, will my fear for Professor Schneeman to Martha Compton, also my discarded stack of daydreams, plus, the date with a veterinarian that I never had. Nothing left but my love for Mrs. Smith which I will keep. I. Joann Hempler, after much sober thought, will my carefree state of mind to Phyllis Wade, my empty bottle of peroxide to Phyllis Dean (in case she doesn’t like red hair), my position in the popcorn stand to Sue Bonifield. and last but certainly not least. I leave to my sister. Shirley, the courage and strength to w’alk those thirty-two blocks to and from school every day. I. Dale Cougill. in my usual female-affected, coma-like state of mind, do here will (try to get rid of), the following: my arguing ability in American History to Sherman Comer, that will keep him in trim for football; my job in the seventh hour assembly to Joe Cunningham—with his quiet ways he should have a quiet assembly; and to Jack Littlemever. 1 will my hit-and-miss ability with the opposite sex. although with his muscular build and quiet ways he doesn’t need it; my quiet spells, of which I have few. to Martha Compton, for she has none. As for my boys, they know who I mean. J. P., B. W., and N. D., I leave my ability to play cards. You all know’ what I will Ann Giltner. (Guess or ask me.) As for my teachers, 1 will the credit for putting up with four years of hard work without giving in. I. LaWanda Taylor, in neither sane nor sober mind, do hereby will and bequeath my honor as a M. C. H. S. student to my cousin. Patsy Lou Taylor, (who will be here in two years), and may she love this school and the teachers as I have loved them. I. Bonnie Porter, in somewhat sober mind, do hereby will to Barbara Williams my ability to change schools often and still not know where I am. To Dixie Houchin I leave my American History book which is well supplied with page numbers. All the rest I will take with me.

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M. C. H. S. 1949 Ufi fJ[[ohni£,t SENIOR WILLS (Continued From Preceding Page) I, Betty Jo Wallace, in a sane and sober state of mind, do hereby will to my sister, Norma Jean, my seat in English IV; to Jimmy Dawson, my seat in American History; and to everyone my love for M. C. H. S. I. Shirley Burton, in my usual state of mind, (draw your own conclusion), do hereby will all my valuable possessions to the following: to Helen Faughn I leave my enjoyment of Mr. Schneeman’s classes (especially American History); to Ann Hotter, my hectic eighth hour library; to my brother Douglas, a freshman of next year, my ability to find my way around; to Jack James and Bob Cummins, my A’s in Citizenship; and for my teachers, I just leave. In my very first will and testament, I. Norma Lee Gowins, leave to Sherman Comer, my grades; to Phyllis Dean, my first hour library; to Shirley Hempler. my love for her sister; and the memories of my teachers and the fun I had at school I am taking with me. I, Robert McSparin, being of a sound body (up to this moment), and being in my usual stupified state of mind, do hereby will to Leroy Smith and Buddy Parker, my gold monogramed carpenter’s pencil (for use only in Building Trades) on these conditions: (a) Norman (Cheapie) Howell may borrow it at any time and; (b) It must be sharpened only with Devers’ pearl-handled knife, which I now give them the power to use; I also will to Don Grace (seven year man that he is) the straight line which I walked for four long years. I. John Artman. in a somewhat morbid and phycliological frame of mind bequeath to Bob Shaw, Neal Smith. Red Dismukes. and Duck Kommer my unsurpassable ability to make grades; to my brother and George Walbright, my super-sonic-ino-spheric ping-pong serve; to Bob Cagle and Howard Herman, my uncanny ability to “skill off” in ping-pong, and whatever is left, I will to Ronnie Sumner and Frank Staton, and last of all I give my thanks and gratitude to all my teachers in M. C. H. S. I. Gene DeJarnett. in sane and sober mind, do hereby will the following: to Everett Blobaum, my dearly-beloved Rhetoric book; to Sherman Finke, my American History book; and my position in band to anyone who wants it (I hope someone does.) I. Doris Lippert. in uncertain state of mind (uncertain whether I have one) do hereby will to Sarah Lee Watts some of my quiet (?) ways, to Bill Harrell my ability to make a few A’s in Miss Munal’s class and to John McBride the ability to get to school just as the bell rings but not quite late. I, Corky Palmer, connoissuer of fine beauty and good wine, do bequeath my wonderful talents to Don Sullivan, my stupendous scoring power on the basketball floor to Nick Stroube. and my undying love for old M. C. H. S. to Bullethead Rush. I. Jack Fox. in an unusual state of mind (not very sane but always sober) hereby make my last will and testimony: To Don Grace I leave my not-so-vast knowledge of English IV, and to Gale Wehrmeyer my seat in American History (the back seat, that is) and last, to all the teachers. I just leave. I. Peggy Krueger, hereby bequeath to the fallowing people: my seventh hour library to Phyllis Wade; to Erlene Loverkamp. my position as secretary of Hi-Tri; to Everett Blobaum. my most highly-prized clarinet; to Martin Sullivan, my seat in band. I. JoAnn Shelton, in my sober but insane mind, hereby will to Beverly Weber my enjoyment of the senior year; ta Shirley Owens, my quietness in Home Economics; to Floe Scott, Doris Laird and Jane Laird, my ability to master “Macbeth”; and to Ronnie Sumners, my seat in fifth hour assembly—long may he hate it. I, “Bert” Wiseman, will my place on the girls basketball team to “Millie” and my ability to yell to Linda Hall and Mary Lou Hard. I, Jack Miller, in my aggressive and “quick-to grasp”-sort-of mind, do bequeath with due deliberation to Nick Stroube my high standing in the F. H. A. organization; to “Shotgun” Fitch, my uncanny ability to learn bookkeeping, may he carry on in true champion form. Out of the kindness of my left ventricle and with intensive study to protege, Dan Grace, my extra 1 4 P. E. credit. I. Barbara Searles. in my unusual sober (can’t say much about the sane part) state of mind w’ill to my brother Kenneth my ability to stay out of trouble in the assembly, and to some future senior my seat in English IV (all hail “Macbeth.”) I, Jeannine Conger, in my joyful state of mind do hereby will to Martha Compton my locker; to my sister, Mary Louise. I leave Macbeth,” may she love him as I did; to Sarah Lee Watts my American History book (which is well supplied with answ’ers); to Clifford Krueger my ability to talk in the library and not get away with it; and to all the students. I leave my love for M. C. H. S. I, Dolores Stamme, in a sane and sober state of mind will my seat in American History to Sherman Comer, and also my ability to just get by in school, and to Dora Comer my ability to have a good time in Home Economics. I. Bob Wilcox, in a dazed sort of way, at this time will to Martha Lou Rushing my English III book, and I hope she may get more out of it than I did; and to Doris Laird, a file from Building Trades; to Ludene Cozart, a level so she may keep a level head in her studies.

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M. C. H. S. 1949 Ufi£ Ll[Lohmzt INTO THE CRYSTAL BALL I awakened with a wonderful feeling of nervous anticipation, and hurried so that I might be on my way by noon. There were many things to be done, for that June 1, in 1950, was my wedding day. I drove out to Elmhurst Country Club and found SHIRLEY HINNERS in the thick of banners, draperies, and flowers. But she assured me the setting would be attractive. JOHNNY ARTMAN was supervising the preparation and arrangement of the smorgasbord, which was provided by his Catering Service, and it all looked very appetizing. Time was passing swiftly, so I decided to leave. On the way out I met LOREN HENDERSON, the manager of Elmhurst Country Club, who assured me that everything was going smoothly, so without further adieu. I jumped into the car and dashed to the church. I was glad to see SHIRLEY BURTON, our florist, had already been there. She is famous now throughout the world for her Blood-Kissed Roses. Knowing the church was ready, my pathway turned homeward. My attention was drawn to the extended dining room table, where many gifts which arrived this morning were piled. I noticed a silver coffee set from HELEN FOREMAN, who was home raising little midget auto racers; a black lace Spanish shawl from ROBERT “CORKY” PALMER, who is now teaching English in Spain; a bottle of Salt Creek Mineral Water from JOE BOWMAN, owner of the Moe Hairline, making famous nonstop flights between Metropolis and Anna; a hand-painted vase from MARY RUTH RILEY who, with her husband runs a Marital Relations Bureau in the Empire State Building. My personal friend, NINA SOUDERS, brought my wedding dress which she had designed. Her exclusive creations are all the rage now with the “400.” At two o’clock the bridesmaids were dressed and waiting for the ceremony. They were MARY JETT, famous criminal lawyer in Washington; JO ANN SHELTON, whose face shines down on us from billboards, advertising Atomic Glow Face Powder; JOAN CARLYLE, Mrs. America of 1950; JAN ARENSMAN, book duster at the Chicago Library; SUE LASLEY, contralto with the Throaty Thespian’s Opera Company. They were all dressed in coral except my maid of honor, ROBERTA WISEMAN, now a veterinarian at the Happy Horse Hospital. Just then MARIE TAYLOR, my hair stylist, came in, and soon I was completely ready. Just as we were about to leave for the church, DALE COUGILL, the famed adventurer, rushed in with one of his special diamond creations, insisting that I wear it. We arrived at the church fifteen minutes late due to the fact that CHARLIE AUSTIN, Metropolis’s policeman, stopped us for speeding. After we apologized, he escorted us to the church. (Of course we bought tickets to the policemen’s ball.) The ceremony began with DALE KINGSLEY, the organist, playing “It’s Love, Love, Love.” Then, accompanied by the strains of the wedding march, the masculine half of the wedding party appeared: LE ROY MEINDERS, the “Old Lamplighter” for the Pennsylvania Railroad; DON HAVE'RKAMP, the swooner-crooner; “YOTTS” SCHNEEMAN, chief casting director for the Bubble Babes Burlesque Show; GENE DE JARNETT, champion square dance caller of all the U. S. A.; and the best man— ROBERT McSPARIN, football coach of the University of Illinois; and the minister, BOB WHITE. (Continued On Next Page)