Neoga High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Neoga, IL)

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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

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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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fun. Besides she had the little Hanflands, Charles Jr., Ann, Mary, Jane, Bill, Joe, and Jone to take care of, which gave her and nursemaid Alina Hardwick plenty to do. Next I decided I needed a little entertainment so I thought maybe the woman s boxing contest aboard might be my best bet. 1 he two opponents were JoAnn Manion and Rose Koester. After much prolonged discussion the outcome of this according to the professional judges John Harvey and Bill Moran, was a tie, so nothing gained, noth- ing lost here except maybe the loss of JoAnn s front teeth and the addition of a man-sized bump over Rose’s eye. After that 1 needed to get something to rinse my heart back down out of my throat. I here at my service in the bar was Bartender St hwerdt, offering “one on the house.” This was enough to bowl anyone over as he is still writing “you owe me’s” for the nickel Carolyn Ferris borrowed from him in 1955. While nursing my refresher along, 1 saw chorus girls Johanna Chancellor, Madonna Heilman, Betty Cline among others, perform. They are advertised as the best chorus girls to be seen anywhere nowadays. Then next came a two- man comedy act by Jack Hardesty and Jerry Warner. It might have been funny but it seemed that the only ones that laughed were Jack and Jerry themselves. As I was about to leave I saw Jack Martin walk over to Jim Davee and Kenny Gilmore and point at a fellow that had had a little bit “too much” (shall I say Coke?). The next time I looked up he wasn’t there. I learned that Jack was the manager who has just told the bouncers when to bounce. I looked up and saw Mike Walk coming toward me. Oh, no, not an- other broken foot? Yes, it was. His horse had fallen on it and broke it just as one had done in 1957. He explained that if you only get caught up with every ten years by a female, that isn’t a bad average. Besides he would rather get stepped on by a horse any day than to have to get tied down to one certain woman, even if he had been trying to get Bev Shuemaker to marry him for years. Couldn’t be sour grapes, could it? We then went on to another conversation in which I learned that Carolyn Ferris and Joyce Gilbert are on practically eve 17 magazine cover nowadays. Gouldn t have anything to do with the fact that their husbands, Bill Wilson and Bill Sheehan own the magazine companies, could it? Well, no more old acquaintances were met un- til we arrived at Hawaii. There to meet 1 he Bountiful were Charles Pattin and his harem of women, three of which turned out to be Floella May, Carol Mehl, and Shirley Patrick. Off in the distance I noticed a man staring at Charles Pattin with none too friendly eyes. I saw that it was Dean Miller, and learned that Charles had won his harem away from him in a dishonest pokei game. Well, as 1 proceeded on my way, it struck me that I had met or learned the where-abouts of every member of the class of ’57 and not one of them was doing what I had imagined he’d do at the time he graduated ten years ago. —JUDY HASKETT.