Neponset High School - Zephyr Yearbook (Neponset, IL)

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Eighteen Years rL w » Ji Ago it A' 1 t ' ! A v f N.K.; Presenting Our Class M.B.; Not Guilty A.W.; Tastes good! D.H.; I'll get it runnin'! N.M.; I's A'Comin 'Jay! B.H.; I have 21 ° o fewer cavities! J.L.; It didn't hurt, honest. T.K.; God is great; God is good G.S.; These people with G.Sh.; Charge! long legs. P.B.; Just like Daddy S.R.; Doin' the jerk? J.B.; Look, Short Hair! D.S.; Room for two! - | T ‘ 'j L M.H.; Caught Red Handed

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YEAR: 1986 DESTINATION: Voyage to the bottom of the sea MISSION: Observe the life and habits of the population in the underwater city of Neponwet. Little did I know, as I began my fateful trip, all the surprises that lay in store for me. On the surface of the sea, directly above the spot where the city lay, I was met by a submarine that took me down to that wet town. And who should be there to help me aboard but a strong sailor, GLENN SHANER. As captain of the vessel, he boomed orders in a loud voice to the first mate, RON GERARD. Quickly we descended and pulled into the leading dock company: JOHN BERRY, Inc. I learned that he was making a fortune servicing aqua cars. His slogan was painted everywhere, We service anything, as long as it's underground work. Bidding farewell to Glenn, Ron, and John, I made my way directly to the central unit of learning. Here I had been told, was one of the largest schools of fish. Passing one room, I glanced in and saw none other than MARLIS HEPNER directing a speech class for porpoises. She said she really enjoyed her profession except for those times they spouted off in class. As we reminisced; ANDREA WALL, first year English teacher for Dolphins, came in holding her most recent issue of the school paper. The headlines read, Charlie Enjoys Being Tuna Sandwich. Being of a curious nature, I read further to learn that Dr. STEVE ROLLINS, assisted by his head nurse, PATSY BRADY, had performed a very delicate operation on Charlie, so that he was now one of the most desirable tunas. He had at last received a television contract from Starfish Tuna Company. There were other areas of Neponwet to explore, so that afternoon I trekked to the nearby aqua farm. I discovered that DAN STETSON was the farm advisor. It was thrilling to see him in his now-famous Stetson hat, scuba gear, and cowboy boots. He had made DON HODGETT his foreman; who, together with TERRY KUSTER and BECKY HOOD (chemists) were working on the cultivation of food for the World. Even the names they had given the new foods sounded intriguing: Fungi Fingers, Algai Pie, and Seaweed Succotash. The key to good workers is good recreation. That night I attended a basketball game featuring the home town team, the Neponwet Drip-Dries. The contest was a close one. As the all-star player, ROGER CANNON, pumped in the winning basket, my attention was directed to the near-hysterical coach on the sidelines. I looked again. Sure enough! It was my old friend and classmate, JOE ROBINSON. Although being near wet blankets has never appealed to me, I did spend the night in Neponwet. The next morning as I was finning my way back to the submarine, I passed a large group of people. Maybe there’s a story here , I thought, so I stopped to investigate. I discovered a ground-breaking ceremony in process. The master of ceremonies for the occasion was the mayor of that wet city—Chuck Blake. Making notes for the occasion were his secretaries, NANCY KAISER and NANCY MILLER, inseparable as ever. Watching all the proceedings was the chief land excavator, GREG STETSON. Must hurry , I thought to myself. My, what a day this has been. I must return again to Neponwet soon. 14 Myrna Burnett

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LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Senior Class of 1966, being of sound mind and body, do make, declare, and publish this to be our last will and testament. I, Andrea Wall, will my good English grades to Nancy Jackson. I, John Berry, will my tardy slips to Don Brady. Suppose YOUR excuses will work as well? I, Chuck Blake, leave my pigeon-toedness and superior balance to Gary Moore. Step lightly, Gary. I, Patsy Brady, will my leadership ability to Sherry Stabler. Show ’em whose boss, Sher! I, Myrna Burnett, will my pencil stubs and dance lessons to Jack Williams. I, Roger Cannon, leave a couple hundred athletic points to Mike Berry. I, Marlis Hepner, will my singing ability to Carol Hoadley. Hit the high notes, Carol. I, Don Hodgett, leave my theme song Harlem Goat to Mary Pickering. I, Becky Hood, will my speaking ability and diction to Linda Dana. I, Nancy Kaiser, leave my dancing ability and membership in the Go-Go Girls Club to Virginia Stone; step high, Virginia. I, Terry Kuster, leave my '42 Hudson to Susan Jo Kidd. I, Nancy Miller, leave my slightly used bookkeeping balances to Sally Stabler. Don't worry, Sally; they'll come out right. I, Joe Robinson, leave my assorted injuries from football, basketball, and track to Don Verbout. I, Steve Rollins, leave all my chemistry odors to Ross Morris. I, Glenn Shaner, will my talent to shake the study hall to Larry Williams. I, Dan Stetson, will my ability to be on time to Jim Pletkovich and my modesty to anyone who wants it. I, Greg Stetson, leave my 101 ways to get out of study hall to Marty Norton. I, Jim Larimer, leave one well-worn green letter jacket to Herman Miller; with that red hair, you'll be right in season at Christmas. I, Ron Gerard, will my doughnie record to Judy Verbout; watch out for on-coming trees. To the juniors we leave our F—Rewrite themes from English IV. To the sophomores we leave our class unity. To the freshmen we leave old memories, good and bad. To Mr. Hays we leave the safety goggles and cautions. To Mrs. Lyford we leave peace and quiet from the daily interruptions. To Mrs. Gerrond we leave her favorite saying, English IV, remain in study hall. To Mrs. Nordstrom we leave a 10 lb. supply of Annual passes. To Mrs. Pickering we leave all unfinished assignments. To Mr. Luther we leave the remains in the sump. To Mr. Draeger we leave a brand new speedometer and a gas gauge for his car. To Mrs. Block we leave all left-overs and dirty dishes. To Mr. Maas we leave 10 unsolvable math problems. To Mr. Freeman we leave all the tape, gauze, and bandages we used in four years. Lotsa luck. To George Gerrond we leave a complete set of papers, popcorn and scraps from basketball games, plus Mike Lyford to help him. Witnessed on this 3rd day of June, in the year nineteen-hundred and sixty-six. Nancy Kaiser Greg Stetson Nancy Miller Dan Stetson 16