Metropolis High School - Illohmet Yearbook (Metropolis, IL)

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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)

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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 = £f[[ohnizt = INTO THE CRYSTAL BALL While walking down the aisle, I noticed BETTY PEBBLES and BARBARA SEARLES sitting together as usual. They are now partners in a dating service, the ”Bring-‘em-Back-Alive” escorts. In front of them were LA WANDA TAYLOR and BETTY JO WALLACE. Lawanda is a ticket salesman at Wrigley Field in Paducah, while Betty Jo is the newest Cub bat girl. Across the aisle I saw a former classmate. JIM FULKERSON, now a major in his Marine Corps. As 1 reached the altar. BETTY CHILDRESS began singing “Because.” She is now head nurse of the infants' ward at Shrin-er’s Hospital. A camera flashed as we left the church. It was FRANCES WELLS, on the job. She is now the head “flash” for the DuPage Country Register. Also in the paper is NEVA ANN MORRIS, whose popular comic strip “Gremlin Gus's Girl Friends.” is the most widely-read in all of Metropolis and the suburbs. We hurried to the waiting cars, but stopped at the photographers, the JACK MILLER Studio. Our old schoolmate seemed to be doing all right, and was as efficient as ever. The next event was the reception at the country club. The guests were greeted and then we danced. The first to the music of PAULINE TOLER and her all girl orchestra. The second couple on the floor was DELORES STAMME and her man,” who were celebrating their ninth wedding anniversary. It was a wonderful evening, and so many of my friends were there. There were JOANN HEMPLER and BONNIE PORTER, both rich now from their inventions. Bonnie’s three dimensional draft paper has really changed solid geometry. Hempler’s Patent Pills” and her slogan: “They cure everything from bums to bunions,” have taken the country by storm. 1 talked for some time with JEANN1NE CONGER, who is now broadcasting reducing exercises for all those over 360 pounds, and ALMA ECKENBERG, who is an airline stewardess. Over in the corner I noticed JACK FOX, BOB WILCOX, and EVERETT MASSIE talking over those long-remembered high school football games. Jack is a radio sports’ announcer, while Bob is one of the stars on the Chicago Bears football team. Everett is a forest ranger in the Canadian Rockies. I remember seeing ROSANNA GILTNER, NORMA GOWINS, and CORINE HOLT having a gab-fest. All three are also in radio. Rosanna is a record-changer, Norma Lee does scream and giggle specialties for sound effects, and Corine Holt is a script typist. Near the orchestra was PATSY HEATH, the happy little housewife; PEGGY KRUEGER, a kindergarten teacher; and BETTY LAIRD, a professional bowler competing in the championship women’s matches. JOE PANSING was the first to enjoy the smorgasborg. He is now manufacturing stepless stepladders for basement peekers. I missed PAUL VOGT, but someone told me later that he had deserted his job as mayor of Schaumburg for the night, and he definitely was there. DORIS LIPPERT was late, but we were glad to see the Drooley Juice Apple Company’s Apple Tester, late or not late. Just as we were leaving, a telegram arrived from BARBARA SAMPLEY. She wished us good luck, but regretted that her Grinding Gears Gas Garage kept her so busy that she just couldn’t make it. Saying goodbye to all our friends, we left for our honeymoon. When my husband and I heard the chimes in the new church strike midnight, we suddenly realized that one of the happiest days of our lives was finished, but the most wonderful days were yet to come.