Neoga High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Neoga, IL)

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WILLIAM LEE “Bill” Chorus FFA Class Play Student Council Pep Club Rasketball Track Homecoming Court WILSON 12 3 4 12 3 4 4 2 12 3 4 12 3 1 2 4 PAUL DUANE BROWN “Duane” Chorus Band FFA Class Play Pep Club 12 3 4 12 3 4 12 3 3 1 2

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CHARLES DONALD PATTIN ‘Chimp” Baseball 12 3 4 Basketball 12 3 4 Track 12 3 4 7 BILL SHEEHAN “Shotgun” Chorus 12 3 4 FFA 12 3 4 Student Council 1 Class Play 3 4 Pep Club 4 Homecoming Court 4 BEVERLY ANN SHUEMAKER GAA 234 Chorus 4 FHA 1 2 Pep Club 12 3 4 MICHAEL DANIEL WALK “Mike” Transfer From Sigel 2 FFA 2 3 Class Play 3 Pep Club 2 3 4 Messenger Staff 3 JERRY DEAN WARNER “Crock” FFA 12 3 4 Pep Club 12 3 4 Basketball Manager 2 3 Track Manager 2 3

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Record On September 3, 1953, forty-five green Fresh- men walked cautiously up the steps into old N.H.S. During the four years following, we have lost several students and gained others. As Sen- iors, we had 38 in our class. As Juniore our main events were our Junior Class Play, entitled “They Gave Him A Co-Ed,” and our Prom, with the theme Moonlight and Roses.” As Seniors, we have had a lot of fun, and also put in a lot of work, for our Yearbook, and Sen- ior Class trip. Our Homecoming Dance, with the theme “Silver Bells,” was a big success. For money making schemes, we sold magazine subscriptions and refreshments at the basketball games. On April 26, 27, our class also gave two plays en- titled “Good-bye to the Clown” and “The Happy Journey.” We also paid $90 on the new bell system the Seniors last year started. The next four classes will also have a part in paying for this much needed project. The Senior ('lass also wishes to say “thanks” for everything at N.H.S., and we hope to make you proud of us in the future. Maybe we have been a little difficult at times, but we really ap- preciate all you have done for us through the four years we have attended here at Neoga High. We would also like to say thanks to Mr. Leming and Mr. White, our class sponsors. We couldn’t have accomplished the things we did if it weren’t for the help they gave us. Class motto—“Forward ever, backward never.” Class flower—Red rose. Class colors—Red and white. ‘P'lafi eccf Let me tell you about my delightful trip to Hawaii. I started out on May 6, 1967 on the beau- tiful ship, “The Bountiful,” so named because of the many luxuries found on it. There, to take my ticket was Paul Adkins, who told me that Jerry Krietemeyer and James Hollaway owned the beautiful ship and they were doing quite well for themselves. He also told me that June Croy is now Mrs. Paul Adkins. I walked into the dining room as it had been a long time since I’d satisfied my body’s constant call for food. And there to wait on me to my sur- prise was Clem Hilmes! He told me that his oil wells had turned out to be a little “unoily” and he’d had to resort to his former occupation of be- ing a waiter. Coming back with my order, he tripped trying to keep from stepping on a bug and spilled the anticipated food on a dignified lady, who happened to be the former Luise Cole. She gasped and said, Geooge, I demand that you sue him!” The hen-pecked husband who got up to soothe her was no other than George Bartlett, who could only get her quieted down by telling her he would buy her another dress the very next time they happened to be in Paris. I decided to go out on the lounge and take a short nap. As I started out I was met by a cigar- ette girl whom I recognized despite the tremen- dous change in looks as Peg Ballinger. I gathered that she was doing this work to help her pass the time when her fiance, James Lawson, was away telling President Larry Blake how to carry on his business. As I said, I decided to take a nap, but when I got out on the lounge I had difficulty sleeping as Duane Brown’s motorcycle isn’t the quietest thing in the world and he seemed to think the lounge floor was a race track. He was just driving that thing lickety-split up and down as fast as it would go. All of ten per, I know! He finally called it quits and I slept all of five min- utes when I was slapped on the back so hard I about went flying into the water. I looked up but couldn’t see anybody through the cigar smoke for a moment. When it cleared there stood “big man” Charles Hanfland grinning down at me. He is now the U.S. Ambassador to Japan but he was going on a so-called “business trip” to Hawaii. He had received the agreement of his wife, Sharon (for- merly Sharon Greeson) to stay at home because he had convinced her that she wouldn’t have any