Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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Class of 1941 I, Allan Karr, will my “careful” driving and the Ford that goes with it to John Adkins. I, Mary Beth Larson, will my interest in an automobile salesman to Jane Nuss. I, Benita Leonard, will my lady-like manner to Ruth Stearns. I, Marjorie Lewis, will my brown eyes to my sister, Dorothy. 1, Carl Lind, will my old “jalopy” to Mr. Judd. I, Vera Mabry, will my long black wavy hair to Joan Archer. I, Claranell Martin, will my ability to win them to Barbara Adkins. I, Pauline Metz, will my paint brush to Lewis Dayton. I, Kenneth Mineer, will my quietness to Wilma Robertson. I, Robert Moline, will my “Wirth”while dates to James Nuss. I, Clyde Morrison, will my football to Jack Miller. 1, Marjorie Morrison, will my speed in typing to Mary Margaret Graham. I, Rita Novak, will my smiling Irish eyes to Catherine Warner. I, Delmar Nuss, will my physique to Stanley Peterson. I, Jeanne Parker, will my seniority as cheerleader to loan Wirth. I, Richard Parker, will my Clark Gable technique to another romantic fellow, Junior Fancher. I, Patricia Patton, will my committee meetings to Frances Salvage. 1, Dorothy Mae Rendahl, will my dancing feet to Doris Ryberg. I, Edna Ryberg, will my interest in Chanute Field to Esther Spung. I, Francis Scarbrough, will my Senior Play Book to Frederick Causey. I, Anna Seim, will my timid nature to Betty Wilson. I, Maxine Shreves, will my collection of pins to Evelyn Weidner. I, Edward Sickler, will my history recitations to Richard Dickens. I, Paul Sivill, will my job as handy man about the building to those other janitors, Jim and Ernie. I, Robert Stone, will my ushering ability to Bob McDannell. I, Mary Terrell, will my sweet unaffected ways to Lelah Palmberg. I, Richard Thilmony, will my leisure stroll to George Hendershott. I, Ralph Tribbey, will my appreciation of my good jokes to Buddy Turner. I, Ellen Trigger, will my clarinet to Mary Elizabeth Eagan. I, Betty Turner, will my fun-loving and carefree manner to Lillian Tappan. I, Shirley Vevig, will my friendly “Hi!” to Barbara Thilmony. I, Ben Walker, will my interest in Time to Bob Kenney. I, Ormal Wycoff, will my advice as one good farmer to another to Norman Gustafson.

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The Will of the Be it known by all, that we, the senior class of 1941, do hereby proclaim this document to be our last will and testament. We feel that we cannot depart from Paxton Community High School without leaving just a few of our many and outstanding traits of character and achievements. I, Everette Abrahamson, will my industrious manner to Murrell Fancher. I, Betty Anderson, will my sophistication to Betty Engdahl. I, Phyllis Anderson, will my date reminiscing to Doris Swanfelt. I, Glenn Arnold, will my one girl complex to James Jayne. I, Betty Bayles, will my “talkativeness” to Marilyn Peterson. I, Robert Booth, will my neutral manner to Delbert Beckstrand. I, Jack Bridwell, will my sports’ column to Brooks Davis. I, Lyle Buchanan, will my crimson blush to Jack Ireland. I, Mary Custer, will my love of putting off today what I can’t do tomorrow to Ronald Sivill. I, Evan Danielson, will my parlor jokes to Dorothy Anderson. I, Eleanor Doty, will my seat on the bus to Virginia Anderson. I, Weaver Dunnan, will my love for the women to Harry Curtis. I, Wilma Elliott, will my interest in Armstrong to Wildon Metz. I, Opal Fiscus, will my schoolgirl complexion to Phyllis Peterson. I, Norma Foster, will my seat in the lunchroom to Evelyn Hustedt. I, Velda Fox, will my wardrobe to Dora Grove. I, Robert Froyd, will my attraction to various corridors, mostly Halls, to Arnold Magnuson. I, Dorothy Gustafson, will my shy manner to Phyllis Holroyd. I, Betty Hand, will my interest in the Navy to Lois Hall. I, Carolyn Holton, will Lohengrin’s Wedding March to Kathryn Causey. I, Delmar Holverson, will my bluffing ability to Dick Cottrell. I, Kermit Hustedt, will my practical jokes to Kenneth Dougherty. I, Gwendolyn Hyde, will my innocence to Dorothy O’Hare. I, Charles Ingleman, will my curly coiffure to Marian Pearson. I, Dorothy Johnson, will my interest in the Andersons to William Eagan. I, William Johnson, will my meek “yes” to Ruth Anderson. I, Leota Jones, will my opinions on current events to Kenneth Swan. I, Vivian Jones, will my out-of-town dates to Jeanne Whitcomb.

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The Prophecy of Rip Van Winkle—that’s what they call me. I still can’t believe that it’s the year 1961, and that twenty years have passed since that beautiful day in April, 1941. On that memorable day, in study hall, I was stricken with the dread Spring Fever, so badly stricken that it put me to sleep for twenty years. But at last I have recovered. Does everything seem strange here in Paxton? It certainly does! Paxton, the mecca of the Midwest—no longer merely a town, but a great metropolis. Naturally, when I came back, I created quite a little commotion because of my queer dress and long beard, so 1 asked the nearest policeman, whom I recognized as Robert Booth of the class of ’41, to direct me to a lodging place. Although astonished at my strange appearance, Paul Sivill, the efficient and stoical hotel clerk, directed me to a room where I attempted to modernize my appearance. Phyllis Anderson, hostess of the hotel dining room, guided me to a quiet table where, observing the menu, I noticed that all poultry was from the Richard Parker chicken farm, and all vegetables from the modern truck farm operated by Kermit Hustedt and William Johnson. While eating some corn from the latter farm, I became conscious of the music which was being played by a woodwind ensemble including Mary Beth Larson, Carolyn Holton, and Jeanne Parker on clarinets, and Dorothy Johnson and Shirley Vevig as flutists. Conducting was the former Betty Anderson, and nearby was her husband-manager, Allan Karr. Everyone advised me to see the mayor if I desired to learn more about the city. Therefore 1 made my way to the city hall and entered his office. Two bodyguards, Ben Walker and Francis Scarbrough, were closely guarding the mayor, “Boss” Danielson, who was then serving a “3rd term,” with the aid of his powerful machine. Nearby were his two efficient campaign managers, Clyde and Marjory Morrison. The “Boss” seemed to recognize me, and immediately began to show me around—describing in a grandiose style the new city hall with its walls beautifully finished by Robert Moline, interior decorator, and murals by the noted artist Glenn Arnold and his brilliant assistant Pauline Metz. Continuing with his discourse, the mayor described in great detail the new city college where Professor Abrahamson was teaching agriculture, and Charles Ingleman was head of the engineering department — the Municipal Opera where Norma Foster and Weaver Dunnan were starring in a production of “Tristan and Isolde” — the new theatre which the famous dramatic actresses