Onarga Township High School - Onarquois Yearbook (Onarga, IL)

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□ THE 45 ONARQUOIS □ Senior Qlass 'UUll □ □ We commit this to be the final will and testament of the 1945 Senior Class: I, REX “Sport” MITCHELL, do hereby will and bequeath my position as manager of the Mode Theater to Leo “Possum” Kan-osky. I, DUANE “Ridgeville Tech” BRANTLEY, do hereby will and bequeath my “16 cylinder Model A Ford” to June Hahne. I, EVELYN “Flash” RUECK. do hereby will and bequeath my interests in the Army Intelligence division to anyone who can use a little extra intelligence. I, PAUL “Daddy” SCHNURR, do hereby will and bequeath my Sonny boy” Spec Pierce, to Wilma Krause. I, GLEA “Jock” THORNE, do hereby will and bequeath my soft padded arm chair in the office to Wendell “Brains” Orr. I, KENNETH “Elsie” STERRENBERG, do hereby will and bequeath my line, Plymouth, (the rubber bands that runs it too) to Eddie Forrest. I, “BLANCHE “Coogan” LINDSAY, do hereby will and bequeath my 9:30 escapades to the next “red head” that takes over the corn-popping machine. I, JACK “Stupid” WRIGHT, do hereby will and bequeath my reoccurring F’s to next year’s Senior class dummy. I, ROBERT “Sheik” HOCKERSMITH. do hereby will and bequeath my way with women to David “Dope” Siebert. I, UTOPIA “La Hogue” KINCADE, do hereby will and bequeath my job as attendance taker to the next honest person that comes along. I, MARGARET “Peggy” UPHOFF, do hereby will and bequeath my job as the principal’s private secretary to Veda Mae Ebert. I, SHIRLEY “Red” NONNEMAN, do hereby will and bequeath my book on typing fundamentals to Marion “Hunt and Peck” Harris. I, DORIS “Porky” CUPP, do hereby will and bequeath my intentions to become a farmer’s wife to Marge Homer. I, ROBERT “Sonny” PIERCE, do hereby will and bequeath my daddy, Paul Schnurr, to Beverly “Bugs” Colebank. I, KATHRYN “Rainy Boy” MEINTS. do hereby will and bequeath my affection for a uniform to Mary Cox. I, SHIRLEY “Piggy” COLEBANK. do hereby will and bequeath my interest in Gilman to Nora Lewis. I, DONNA “Blondie” ARENDS, do hereby will and bequeath my bottle of peroxide to Betty Henry. I, BETTY “Red” BARNETT, do hereby will and bequeath my ability to cut up in all classes and study halls to Roy “Red Hot Ryder” Ficklin. I, WAYNE “Kangaroo” McNEIL do hereby will and bequeath my private long-listance telephone wire to Sam Henegar.

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□ THE ’45 ONARQUOIS □ seniors. We started our senior year with 21 seniors, but Richard Peters left us at midyear to enter the Army. Here’s hoping that Dick will have the best of luck in the service. The seniors were very alive in the Thespian play this year. It’s title was, “Growing Pains”, and Jack Wright, Duane Brantley, Bob Pierce, and Utopia Kincaid represented the seniors in the cast. The senior play hasn’t been presented at the time of this writing. For the first time in our four years of high school we won the six-week scholarship cup. After this happened the teachers and the school were ready to expect anything from us, and we tried our best not to disappoint them. Our class officers for the year were Kenny Sterrenberg, President; Blanche Lindsay, Vice President; Margaret Uphoff, Secretary; and Bob Hockersmith, Treasurer. Although our sports were not what they have been in recent years we didn’t give up hope, at least not in the Senior class where all ten of the boys entered at least one of the sports during the year. As spring draws near, we begin to think about getting out of school and of having a rest from all books. Many of us have probably been heard to say that, “if they ever see another book after this year they’d be tempted to burn it”, but we’re certain that next year when school starts again, all 21 of the seniors will be ready to take their place in the class rooms again. This we think covers the history of our class pretty well, that is fairly well, well, lightly. We could perhaps go more into detail, but we don’t think that this would settle very good with the teachers and students, so with deep regret we leave our class at the end of twelve years of school and hope and trust to luck that this benefits them in their coming years of life in the world of tomorrow. Come listen to me, you students so free, All you that love joy for to hear. I’ll tell you a tale, a tale filled with glee. Of the seniors, who nothing do fear. They sit in the north of the big Study Hall. Four years labored they to get there. “You, too, shall sit there, yes, one and all,” Say the seniors, so bold and so fair.

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a THE ’45 ON ARQUOIS □ I. WILLIAM “Bill” COX, do hereby will and bequeath my football suit and shoes to Kenneth “Kennie” Palmer. I, RICHARD “Dick” PETERS, do hereby will and bequeath my rank in the infantry to Burt “Song Bird” Keever. We, the SENIOR BOYS, do hereby will and bequeath our special locker-room privileges, and special reserved chairs in the office to next year’s Senior boys. We, the SENIOR GIRLS, do hereby will and bequeath our ability to wreck the com- merce room’s equipment to next year’s Senior girls. In witness whereof we have affixed our seal this Twenty-First day of March in the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Forty-Five. Witnesses: B. O. Gabulowitsch, L. S. Dnepropetrovsh, M. F. T. Salonski. □ □ The seniors are a funny race. They lord it over all. They never sleep, nor shut their face, Except in Study Hall. □ □ Eleven senior boys, thought they were men. Uncle Sam called, and then there were ten. □ □ A senior’s life is filled with work. Of course it is! Now don’t you smirk. □ □ The seniors go to class each day. “Oh, please no tests,” is what they say. □ □ The seniors hurry home at noon, For one o’clock rolls 'round so soon. □ □ The seniors loiter home at night. They have to work? You bet that’s right.