Nokomis High School - Old Nokomis Yearbook (Nokomis, IL)

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I, Bruce Wiencke, leave Ray Taft as President of the South Fork Whoppers’ Club. I, Sylvia Menin, leave my quiet unspoken remarks to Doris Kates. I, Harry Wright, leave the school for someone else; I’m going home to my cabbages and tomatoes. I, Margaret Pick, leave my love for sailors strictly with the Navy. I, Butch” Zueck, leave a warning to all boys, Keep hands off me gal.” I, June Ruffing, leave the memories of 42’s Yankees to Mr. Bertolino. I, Steve Geletka, leave school to be a hermit and fish in the Coalton Lake. I, Gladys Taylor, leave my ability to keep quiet in the locker room to those noisy junior girls. I, Ernest O’Malley, leave, bringing peace and quiet to the whole school. I, Lyla Herzog, leave the cold economics room to Mr. Bertolino. I, Dean Anderson, leave my athletic record to the coach. 1, Lilian Abrolat, leave my front seat to Steve Dasovich, so he can see the assembly programs. I, Charles Friesland, leave my snow balling ability to someone else. I, Louise Rigoni, leave my ability to leave other people’s things alone, to Olive Mae Woodhouse. I, Harry Hoff, leave with very few addresses. I, Myrtle Landers, leave Norma Carlock a box of chalk so she can write shorthand all over the boards. I, Louis Vericker, leave my ability to sleep sitting up” to Bill Betzold. I, Alice Toschak, leave brother Joe, Heaven knows—that’s enough. I, Gerald Mehochko, leave all my old flames to Lee Grimes. I, Janice Jones, leave Miss Hohler with her bookkeeping. I, Helen Blasko, leave to watch over Coalton. I, Adeline Johnson, leave with my love letters and my car. The school may have all the rest. We, Betty Murphy and Virginia Wernsing, leave Mr. Montgomery a quiet fifth hour assembly. 1, Ralph Kingsley, leave the erasers, that I throw in fourth hour English, to the school. I, Mary Kacura, leave my merry humor to Mildred Fearn. I, Hubert Crabbe, leave my desk for Mary Cranfill to stuff full of papers as usual. I, Earl Stauder, leave my Knack for hitch-hiking to Dave Seeburger. I, Orlena Johnson, leave all my short pencils to Miss Pircher. I, Wayne Kottwitz, leave my manly physique to Melvin Pieper. I, Inez Johnson, leave my job as class treasurer to next year’s poor hooked dame. I, Paul Lchenbauer, leave my title as perfect angel” to Jimmy Jachino. I, Paul Johnson, leave what is left of the school to the future Johnsons. Signed, sealed, and witnessed on this thirtieth day of February at Cuckoo Corners. Witnesses: tyafiafe on Bonaparte jjaiiub (taebar (7flargery tBetzofd, Chief Cook and Bottle Washer of The Crack-pot Department Twenty-three

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Senior Will DR. I. M. NUT QUACK’S ANNUAL REPORT INMATES’ RATTLE-BRAIN BEQUESTS We, the noted and decidedly brilliant Seniors, hoping to be of sound mind and body after serving our time in N. T. H. S. sanatorium leave to the inmates and our dear old A lama Mammie the following collections of prize trinckets and eyebrow raising habits which helped to make us famous. We, the Seniors, leave to the faculty the memory of the flying paper wads, the gum chewing girls, the silly giggles that issued forth from the back of the room, and last but not least, our brilliant remarks. To Mr. Kessler, we leave the broken desks, the mud we tracked in, the writing on the wall, and the cold civics room. To the Juniors, we leave a pair of No. 20 shoes, so they can follow in our successful footsteps. To the Sophomores, we leave the feeling of being unimportant. To the Freshmen, we leave the confusion between classes, getting lost, and the fear of the Seniors’ initiation. To Miss Hinkle, we leave the thrill of playing Information Please.” ODDS AND ENDS SECTION I, Melba Schneider, leave my library and English straw to Clifford Jaros. I, Myron Schaefer, leave Miss Cocks free from my all-too-brilliant remarks. I, Lamar Colonius, leave all my blue ribbons to the ag” department. I, Edward Roth, leave my slick technique” to Pete Paesani. I, Wilbur Chambers, leave, period. I, Bill Bowers, leave my position in the Super Escort Agency” to Russell German. I, Mary Ellen Chambers, leave a sister to carry on. I, Mary Catherine Askew, leave my foot prints on the steps. I, Junior Hopwood, leave with just what I brought. I, Margery Betzold, leave my unpublished book for girls, How to Get Your Man and Hold Him” or By the Swing of a Club.” I, Louise Morrell, leave Josephine Johnson to dish hash in the soup kitchen. I, Wayne Foster, leave my little Black Book to Petuna Bertinetti. I, Patricia Conway, leave all the untold moron-jokes to Rita Bernamonti. I, Oral May Woltmann, leave Johnny, Waxie, Chuck, Pete, Don, Bob, etc. to Gloria Ray, who will appreciate them. I, Louie Zandonai, leave my out-of-school-jokes to brother Lino. I, John Poliak, leave the moon-lit South Fork roads to Melvin Smith. I, Nina Jean Smalley, leave Freida Caulk to giggle by herself. I, Edgar Bowman, leave all the heart broken girls my forwarding address. I, Irene Coady, leave my heart deep in the heart of Coalton. I, Pete Catgenova, leave my name on my desk for next year’s tenant. I, Edith Costa, leave my handsome Uncle to carry on. I, Leonard Chabala, leave to Mr. Rademacher all my excess hair in a paper bag. I, Margaret Durasa, leave my choice bits of gossip to Evelyn Durbin. We, Leslie and Melvin Johnson, leave our formula for causing the loudest explosion to some other brave chemists. I, Shirleyann Kapilla, leave my secret on how to try to get other girls’ boy-friends to Edwina Stauder. Twenty-two

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Service Record of Class of ‘43 This is one of your first lieutenants taking you down to that renowned Army Camp, N. T. H. S., where I shall endeavor to present to you the latest dope” on that outstanding class of officers that is about to graduate. On the fifth day of September, 1939, eighty-one rookies enlisted in the H. S. service as privates. Our patriotism was soon aroused as the band favored us with the old army tune, School Days.” From among the instructors of the camp we selected the able Captains, Rademacher and Myers, and squadron leaders, Chabala, Woltmann, Kapilla, and A. Johnson, to aid us in overcoming any difficulties we might encounter. We decided to become better acquainted with our fellow corporals and did so by inviting them to an outdoor Pow-wow which was a sizzling success. After completing our year of basic training, we were given an extended furlough, of which we were in dire need. In the fall of ’40, seventy of us returned, eleven of our comrades having been transferred to various other camps; we were cordially greeted and were presented with two stripes, which elevated us to the rank of Corporals. Proud of our promotion and eager to display our stripes, under the leadership of Lieutenant Colonels Myerscough and Bertolino, along with the assistance of Company leaders, Roth, Chabala, Mehochko, and Poliak, we welcomed the rookies at the service men’s club. In the fall of ’41, we returned with our ranks reduced by one desertion, leaving sixty-nine loyal soldiers. We received another stripe raising us to the rank of sergeants. To lead us through this tedious year, we chose Majors Gent and Funkhouser and a general staff, including Bowers, Hoff, Kapilla, and Pick. As a reminder, to our fellow soldiers and instructors, of the home life which they had so willingly abandoned, we presented the play, Home Was Never Like This”; the success of the play was proved from the fact that many tears were shed throughout the performance. As the days rapidly slipped by, we realized that we would soon be bidding our comrades farewell and to congratulate them upon their successful training, we gave a large ball and banquet in their honor. Returning in ’42 as staff sergeants and with our goal in sight, we studied diligently, determined that not one of us should fall along the roadside”. We selected Generals Yackle and Montgomery, with Assistants Wicneke, Hoff, Morrell, and I. Johnson, to guide us through this, our most difficult year. To show the sergeants our generosity and expecting them later to reciprocate, we threw” a Christmas party and invited them as our guests. This concluded our social activities, and we now attempted to cram four years of learning into the brief period of a few weeks, in preparation for the dreaded final examinations. Our officers reported that we were the most intelligent and industrious class they had trained, and consequently, since we were about to graduate, are not worried about the outcome of the present conflict. Their report was confirmed, without a doubt, when we glanced at the records of those distinguished persons whose names appeared on the roles of the Legion of Honor. By consulting this roll, we noticed that no class during our presence at Camp Nokomis was able to boast of a better representation on this chart. Another important factor, which made the lieutenants of ’43 so prominent, was the outcome of that bloody battle which was fought on the gridiron with our old arch enemy, Hillsboro, in which we emerged victorious. The success of this dangerous conflict was attained only through the bravery of eight of our comrades. As taps sound in the distance, it is with mingled emotions that we march off the old camp ground, but hope to return often and bring honor to its name. —G. M. Senior Class Motto— Green but growing.” Colors—White and green. Flower—Carnation. Seniors on Honor Roll fifteen consecutive quarters—Leonard Chabala, Melba Schneider, and Oral May Woltmann. Twenty-four