Pittsfield High School - Saukee Yearbook (Pittsfield, IL)

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nual again. Something new has been added —air' raid drills and school on Saturday. Mr. Jesse Thompson gave an interesting talk on Lincoln. I certainly had fun at the school party, 'cause we defeated Rushville before it. Diary, I wish you could have seen the looks on the teachers' faces after receiving those comic valentines. We closed the basketball season by defeating Pleasant Hill. Isn't that a grand way to end one? Well, I caught up on my sleep while recuperating from the measles. I don't see how that Winchester boy made that last basket knocking us out of the Regional Championship. Ha! Ha! I am glad that I didn't skip school because you either had 5 per cent taken off your grades or you had to take exams. We lost to Cathedral in the Sectional by 2 points. I met a lot of students at the Guidance Conference. T. E. Musselman is certainly a grand talker. Goodness but some of the costumes were funny at the dramatic club masquerade. Ouch! That smallpox vaccination needle hurt. There are two track meets— the Illinois Valley and Pike County. At last I am able to participate in the Junior-Senior banquet. It was gorgeous. The Green Vine, the senior play, was quite a success. My but those seniors did strut on Senior Day, but tomorrow is their last day and they wish to enjoy it. Dear Diary: Goodness, a dignified senior. It doesn't seem possible; it seems like only a few years ago that I was starting in the first grade. School didn't start until after Labor Day this year, and soon football practice was taking place. October dawned on a football game in which P. C. H. S. met Greenfield and was victorious. The close of the first six weeks brought a game with our old rival Pleasant Hill and a 12-12 tie. The next Wednesday was a worry-filled day for the students because those yellow cards would soon be given out. Would it be for the better or for the worse? October 14, 15, 16 brought a welcome vacation due to the teachers' institute. Our next game was a happy affair for all P. C. H. S. because we defeated Carrollton. We also were victorious over White Hall. November brought a victory over Louisiana, a great thrill to all. The sophomores had a swell time on their hayride even if it did rain and snow a little. Lucky! The Junior Class play, Are You Mr. Butter-worth? , was a great success. You should have seen some of the cast when they got the giggles. On the 24th, the Senior class held a dance in the gym. More fun! Yippee! Thanksgiving vacation. Oh! I ate too much Thanksgiving dinner after vowing never to do it again. Hurray! Our first basketball games and we defeated Hull and Pearl, Roodhouse, and Griggsville. Our first loss was dealt by the strong Quincy team. We are waiting for revenge. Goody! It is the last day of school and there is a party, and a special Christmas edition of the Saukee Scoops, and a victory over Nebo. It’s tournament time again. March 2, 3, 4, 5, found the Regional Tournament in full swing at Pittsfield High. It was certainly a shock to lose but we soon recovered. T. E. Musselman is undoubtedly a good speaker; he really holds your interest. On the 17th, the band and Glee club presented a magnificent varsity program. April 14th was another worrisome time for Pittsfield students—report cards. We enjoyed a one-day vacation—Good Friday. As the sun dawned on that first day of May, we were beginning our last lap of our high school journey. The Senior play was presented the 7th, and was a great success for all concerned. You should have seen those beautiful formals at the Junior-Senior banquet. I will never forget what a grand time I had. Baccalaureate services were held the 16th. Worry! Worry! for the underclassmen as semester exams approached while most of the seniors were lucky enough to escape them. What a grand picnic we seniors had, even with gas rationing. ETTA KIENTZLE. Twenty-five

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Hi-Y-Tri-Y dance. Some fun! Commercial Club was organized, but we sophs weren't eligible. We gave a get-acquainted party for the bashful freshmen, but they didn't seem so bashful. Goody! Goody! A three-day vacation due to institute. The G.A.A. dance and the home economics party were great successes. If you don't believe me, diary, just ask anyone. The band sure looks scrumptous with its new uniforms. Boy, I'm thrilled—we BEAT Pleasant Hill. Whew! What speed! Albert Tangora, the world's champion typist gave us a demonstration at 200 words a minute. During this month, the Junior Play and Donkey Basketball game were the main attractions. Those lucky football boys. How I envy them with that fried chicken and all the trimmings. OH! OH! I wish I hadn't eaten so much turkey and other food at Thanksgiving. I will never forget that Springfield-Pittsfield game when we defeated them in an overtime, if I live to be 100. Yippee! Santa Claus time again and he gave Mr. Gates a cute wife. Boo, Hoo! Decatur defeated us, semester exams, and those dreadful report cards. Miss Ragsdale left for Columbia and Mrs. Koontz acted as sub. Everybody is hunting a date for the all-school party. Jesse Thompson gave a fascinating speech on Mr. Lincoln for the assembly. The faculty tried to settle the war today in a round table discussion. Lucky! I mean the American history classes who had the privilege of going to see Ramparts We Watch. We welcomed a new teacher, Miss Fisher. Tonight we clinched the Illinois Valley Conference by defeating Bluffs. Jeepers! Those report cards, again. Our band is great; we got eight first ratings at Beardstown. I am so excited! We were Regional Champs, Sectional Champs, but beaten in the finals at Springfield by Ur-bana and Fred Green. Ouch! My jaw, practically the whole school has the mumps! I dressed all up to watch the birdie again. Mrs. Meusseuer gave an interesting talk on Alcohol. I must buy my Easter outfit, three whole days of vacation. Our band journeyed to Peoria for the sectional contest, and the commercial club went to Chicago for a visit. Other important dates were Senior Picnic, Junior and Senior Banquet, Semester exams, and commencement. I'm sure glad it's all overl Dear Diary: I'm a junior now and I'm certainly glad. They are so much more grown up. Mr. Whitten addressed the High School Association. Barbara Williams, Don Leeper, and Dewel Bagby are our new cheerleaders. The officers of classes were elected and the Saukee Scoops was organized. Pleasant Hill defeated us 19-7. The Editor-in-Chief of the annual was elected, and the freshmen had a party. The sophomores, not wanting to be outdone by the freshmen also had a party. The assembly enjoyed a talk by Reverend Mr. Horst and also a Girl Scout program. November 11, Armistice Day, Mr. George Weaver presented a very educational talk to us. The Junior play was termed a gala affair by the audience. Another football banquet for the boys and a party for the Juniors were held. We defeated Hull, 65-11, in the second basketball game of the season. December 8th—WAR DECLARED. We defeated Griggsville, and Perry but were defeated by Woodriver and Pleasant Hill. Parties were held for the Seniors and for the home economics club. I put away my books for two weeks of vacation — Christmas. Tears again! Beardstown defeated us by 1 point and Winchester by 11. We, however, defeated Griggsville, Perry, Beardstown, and Bluffs, but we lost to Decatur. Worry! Worry! Semester exams! That cousin Emmy and her K.M.O.X. radio stars are a scream. Group pictures for the an- Twenty-four

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PEACE TREATY OF 1943 (SENIOR WILL) I, Verdie Altizer, do will and bequeath my bashfulness to Rue Lovelle Fussel-man. I, Barbara Atwood, do will and bequeath my love of tests to David Kiser. I, Dewel Bagby, do will and bequeath my interest in Roodhouse to Betty McCarter. I, Joe Bagby, do will and bequeath my ability to go steady to Lola Jean Smith. I, Helen Belford, do will and bequeath my interest in the band to Jimmy Nicholson. I, Evelyn Blacketer, do will and bequeath my love notes to Helen Golden. I, Larue Brierley, do will and bequeath my position as President of the Senior Class to David Brierley. I, Betty Brokaw, do will and bequeath my pleasingly plump figure to Mary Jo Brown. I, Gwendolyn Brokaw, do will and bequeath my ability to flirt to Betty Lew Rowe. I, Jeanette Caughlan, do will and bequeath my interest in the Girl Scouts to I. E. Fish. I, Robert Chiasson, do will and bequeath my quietness in the halls to Leslie Hayden. I, Bob Chappell, do will and bequeath my good behavor to Carl Chappell. I, Max Collins, do will and bequeath my enormous figure to Letty Lew Willsey. I, Donna Duff, do will and bequeath my clerical ability to Trudy Knox. I, Bernadine Dunham, do will and bequeath my love of lipstick to Imogene Westlake. I, Maxine Dunham, do will and bequeath my interest in Time, to Ila Gray. I, Lucille Elliott, do will and bequeath my ability to jitterbug to Geneva Pennock. I, Shirley Ferguson, do will and bequeath my curly hair to Annetta Kerr. I, Bill Frazier, do will and bequeath my aptness in Business English to Joe Tucker. I, Alice Gosnell, do will and bequeath my slimness to Bernice Cannon. I, Duane Gray, do will and bequeath my forward manner to Harry Finson. I, Ivan Gray, do will and bequeath my nickname of Pookie to anyone that wants it. I, Harvey Galloway, do will and bequeath my red hair to Irl Robinson. I, Marie Hall, do will and bequeath my inteiest in the Army to Geneva Howell. I, Eileen Hancock, do will and bequeath my quietness to A. L. Kiser. I, Mary Harshman, do will and bequeath my interest in the Army to Dorothy Shepherd. I, Bob Haven, do will and bequeath my ability of being a Boy Scout to Donald Stone. I, June Hillman, do will and bequeath my typing ability to Paul Giger. I, Mary Holmes, do will and bequeath my tiny figure to Alice Messick. I, Bill Hoskins, do will and bequeath my mustache to Dick Voshall. I, Donald Howell, do will and bequeath my office holding ability to Earl Leahr. I, Neoma Hull, do will and bequeath my red hair to Addibelle Carrel. I, Mildred Irick, do will and bequeath my sunny smile to Carl Leahr. I, Elmo James, do will and bequeath my nickname of Pop to Robert Zimmerman. We, Don Chamberlain, Nelson Sparks, Bill Kattleman, Bob Colvin, Merle McLaughlin, Bob Chappell, and Bill Conrad, do will and bequeath our name of the Skelly Oilers to any group of boys who are deserving of this honor. I, Harriet Kendall, do will and bequeath my blonde tresses to Lucille Barkley. Twenty-six