Pittsfield High School - Saukee Yearbook (Pittsfield, IL)

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CLASS PROPHECY OF 49er’s TIME—1959 PUCE—HEABEN SPEAKER—ST. PETAH OTHER CHARACTERS—DA BIG BOSS Yeah, Boss, ah agrees wid ya. Dem Fotee ninahs was de bestus class dat evuh escaped from dot ole dreary lookin place. What was da name of dat again, boss? Oh, yeah, ah reekilecks now—Pittsfield High School. Whut a dreary name too! Jus de same, boss, ah still agrees wid ya, dey’s da bestus yet. Jes look what all dey's doin fo de wuld. Now wait, boss; jes cause ah’s braggin on dem ain't no sign ah oughta check up on dem. Wha mah goodness, boss, dey's jest out o dat place ten yeahs! Dey’s scacely had tarn to git into mischef. Ok, boss, Ok, ah's goin. Lookout, boss, don't push me. You'll knock me off dis cloud. Oh, well, ah might's well go. De boss sho ain't no man to ahgue wif. No, suh. Sho glad nobody kin see me. Hmm. Heah comes my fust un. Don’t look lak he’s doin bad ethah. Dot’s his 58th touchdown in 10 minutes. Yassah, thet Buddy Johnson sho done right fo playin football wif dem Chicago Beahs, Ah spoke too soon. Da coach am takin im out. Ah sweah, dat coach am Wayne Taylor hisself. Ah always knew he had it in im. An look who's dem managah's all dressed up in tuxedoes, Charlie Dickerson, and Jackson Dimmitt. Da Beahs trainer, Peachy Foreman, who am fixen dem playahs up when dey comes in. He's got a bottle of watah in one of dere moufs, all da time. Least ah’s tellin da boss its watah. Well, will ya feast yo eyes on dem snappy cheah-leadahs, Helen Crowder, Edna Garner, and Dolores Kelly! Man, whut class! Shucks, its da half already and ah jest got heah. Wundah who dat am a tryin to drive dat new Chrysler from da top of that flag pole to da othah? Wah it’s sho nuf dem Mo boys, Billy, Bobby, and Bustah. Day jest nevah gives up. Man, dot's sho a fine band playin! Looks lak Evat Pennock. Wah it sho nuff is. Well, deah's mah fust failuh, Mary Penstone, sellin apples fo a penny in da stands. An ain't dat Marilyn Kiser polishin em wid a cheesecloth eber time she sells one? Woe is me. Hot dawg! Da game is starting again. Dere’s da kick off! Man, look at dat boy go! Ah cain’t see im from da side but when he looks around it sho luks lak John Nighbert. He musta signed up wid da Green Bay Packers. Well, ah hates to leave, but if ah's gonna check on all of dem ah bettah git goin. Hmm, wunda wheah ah is now? Wha ah declares! This heah am New Yoke. Guess ah bettah lowah mah alteetud. Boy! Deah's a couple uv meen characters a tryin to git dat cat to walk thru dat beah trap. Oh, well, dat Glenn D. Adams and Billie G. Browning wuh always aftah anything wid heah on it. Sho am a lotta commotion down deah. Guess ah bettah see whut. Oh! It s Brenner Johnson, George Halpin, and Charles Greenwood a tryin to sell dose motacycles day invented, dat runs a 1000 miles on a handful of dirt. Ah knew dey'd nevah do nothin fo de wuld. Oh! Oh! Look at dat sign on dat buildin. Hayden Hubbard, Water Gun Kings.” Ah knew dose two wud make good. (Loud Explosion) Man! Whut a lotta racket! Say who is dem tree people floatin up past me? Dey's goin so fast ah cain't recognize dem. Hmmm, heah comes da pieces of a factory right behind. Whuts da sign say? . . . Sheppard, Vertrees, and Smith, Chemical Works.” Now ah undastands. Dis industrial district sho is interestin. Dey's another one, Walk, Williams Weinant, Women's Wraps without Straps. Looks lak dis heah factory am de last un. Les see. Dat sign say, Ruble, Lombard, Jobe, Concrete Bowling Pins, Inc.-Guaranteed to last a lifetime. Ah guess ah was a flying so fast ah almost ovahlooked dat last factory. It wuz Miller, Nighbert Chaplin Brewing Bottling Works. Hmmmmm. Say, do ah hear a Merry Go Round? Ah must, cause now ah heahs a Carnival Barker. Why, it's Gene Rhodes. Whut’s dat he’s saying? See the dance of the seven Veils. Guess ah betteh check. Yipes! It's Donna Yokem, Rozella Winter, Inez Sutton, Arlene Faris, Margie Trautwein, Ann Anderson, and Annette Dober. Ah think ah bettah leave cause de boss might be lookin. Think ah'll see whut dat newspapah has to say layin' in de gutta. Wha it’s dat Pittsfield Papah. Let's see whut it has to say— Lord and Stephens, prominent garage owners have been so busy they have required 4 mo 500 wuds a minute stenographers, Charlene Rupert, Dorothy Long, Anna Belle Luster, and Carolyn Dean.” Janice Liehr has just released her latest portrait entitled Fall has Fell. Joan Lashmett sues for 10th divorce in 10 days. Helen McCallister, Jesse McKee, and Barbara Dexter return from 5th buying trip in Paris this year, fo the firm of Henry Owens who have iust ran Strauss' into bankruptcy.” Ah see Barbara Kerr is editah of the Papah. She got her start when she was editah of the '49 Annual at P.C.H.S. Eileen Robinson is still bein elected queen ah see. It say heah dat she s queen of the SHOW ME burlesque theater. Wal, dot's all de news ah kin see in dat papah so ah guess ah bettah be moseyin along. Ah do declah! Who dat sittin on top of de Empire State Buildin? Dad gum! Ifin it aint Jack Kingery, Champion flag pole sitter! He's been up der three days, n wif all dose birds around him he looks mighty uncomfortable. Dere's de Alice (Continued on Page 1 10)

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SENIOR HISTORY FRESHMEN : Green! That was the word slung at us from every direction as we passed down the halls of old P.C.H.S. the first notable week of our Freshman career. We were called Green so frequently that we began to wonder if we really were turning green. The agony soon passed, however, and we no longer felt like a stranger in a strange land. Even the day of initiation wasn't so horrible as we had feared. Of course we all had to wear green arm bands all day. In the afternoon a party was arranged for us. First we had to remove our shoes and throw them into a huge pile in the middle of the floor. Then the hosts? made us play games in our barefeet or stockings. They then fed us ice-cream bars and soda pop. We started out with a nice round number of ninety-eight pupils. We elected Bob Sidwell, President; Bob Voshall, Vice-President; Bob Dell, Secretary; Bob Niebur, Treasurer; and Bob Hayden, treasurer of the Student Council. Miss Gwendolyn Lee was our class sponsor. SOPHOMORES: We started our Sophomore year with a very happy feeling, and a grand class of ninety pupils. We elected Bob Sidwell, President; Bob Dell, Vice-President; Bob Voshall, Secretary; Bob Niebur, Treasurer; and Bob Hayden was chosen secretary of the Student Council. Mr. Fesler was our class sponsor. Various activities and parties helped to brighten this year. For example, there was the basketball game between the Sophomore girls and the eighth hour English class boys after school. This was followed by a supper and a class party in the gymnasium. Then there was the party in Miss Bueker’s room when Joan Lashmett, Donna Griffeth, Marilyn Kiser, and Arlene Faris raised their beautiful young voices in songs to the tune of Chickery Chick and others. We recall that they were dressed in short skirts with clashy blouses, and wore big pink crepe ribbons in their hair. This, too, was the year that the Bob’s started up their imitation orchestra. JUNIORS: Well! Well! Here we are Juniors. It just simply doesn't seem possible, does it? Now the upperclassmen can't run over us, because we are upperclassmen. In the beginning of our Junior year we had eighty-five members. We chose Bob Dell, President; Gene Rhodes, Vice-President; Bob Niebur, Secretary; John Vertrees, Treasurer; and Bob Hayden, Vice-President of the Student Council. On November 21, we presented If This Be Bliss under the direction of Miss Lorena Bueker. Miss McGuire, our class sponsor, broke all records, as the sale of tickets netted $262. This money was used to prepare a most pleasant Junior and Senior banquet, which was held on May 7. The Jungle setting with all of its beauty and weirdness gave evidence of the great amount of labor and thought that the Juniors, with Miss McGuire, had given. Miss Eileen Robinson was the queen of this momentous occasion, and really looked and acted like a queen! SENIORS: Our Senior year began with eighty-four happy, laughing boys and girls. We chose Bob Sidwell, President; Bob Hayden, Vice-President; Bob Voshall, Secretary; Bob Kattleman, Treasurer; and Bob Dell, President of the Student Council. Miss Bleauer was our sponsor. Seniors! Are we really Seniors? Are we beginning to realize that we are adults? The past three years we had a feeling of security. A feeling that school is a place of refuge, where we can learn. But now we begin to realize that school has been a preparation for the larger life we shall live when we have passed out of the doors of old P.C.H.S., with our diplomas in our hands. For the life we shall live when we make a place for ourselves in the world. Those diplomas! What they represent! Days and nights of toil and worry, studying for tests that we were sure we’d fail in! But somehow we always managed to come through. Yes, the history of us seniors is one to be remembered by all. 28

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SENIOR CLASS WILL I, Glenn Dale Adams, do will and bequeath my interest in the freshman class to Joe Conkright. I, Annette Anderson, do will and bequeath my little feet to Poss Doyle. I, Josephine Barton, do will and bequeath my ability to tell sharps and flats on the trombone to Dick Harshman. I, Mary Benson, do will and bequeath my ability to dance with anyone to anyone who enjoys it as much as I do. I, Billie Gene Browning, do will and bequeath my interest in the Sophomore class to Hugh Dean Wade. I, Owen Chaplin, do will and bequeath my way with the women to Poncho Clark. I, James Collver, do will and bequeath my interest in underclassmen to Richard Zimmerman. I, Helen Crowder, do will and bequeath my interest in Nebo to my sister. I, Carolyn Dean, do will and bequeath my Interests” to Imogene Edwards. I, Robert Dell, do will and bequeath the good name of Dell in P.C.H.S. to Donald Dell. I, Barbara Dexter, do will and bequeath my Toni curls to Louella Dixon. I, Charles Dickerson, do will and bequeath my nickname, Lover Boy to Harold D. Logan. I, Jackie Dimmitt, do will and bequeath my ability to keep up a steady conversation to Gene Owens. I, Annette Dober, do will and bequeath my braces to anyone that needs a handicap. I, Arlene Faris, do will and bequeath my ability to be a state champion in twirling to Shirley Plattner. I, Donald Foreman, do will and bequeath my curly hair to Frank Worthington. I, Edna Garner, do will and bequeath my work in our store to my brother Leslie Wayne. I, Harry Gleckler, do will and bequeath my ability to play a trumpet to Lee Winston. I, Greta Grammer, do will and bequeath my ability to make feet on the bus windows to Bill Blake. I, Charles Greenwood, do will and bequeath my ability to get an explosion in Chemistry class to Lowell Hubbard. I, Helen Griffeth, do will and bequeath my beautiful hair to anyone who wants it. I, Donna Griffeth, do will and bequeath my bright red hair ribbons to Luella Dixon. I, George Hatpin, do will and bequeath my ability to build record breaking speed model airplanes to Jean Rose. I, Robert E. Hayden, do will and bequeath my beautiful voice, and fine singing qualities to Richard Zimmerman. I, Donald Henry, do will and bequeath my ability to learn Sociology to Richard Miller. I, Dick Hubbard, do will and bequeath my history book to anyone who wants it. I, Irene Hull, do will and bequeath anything I have to anyone that wants it. I, Alice Jackson, do will and bequeath my position as attendant to the queens to Sue Hoover. I, Calvin Jobe, do will and bequeath my ability to get into meanness to anyone who thinks he can have it. I, Phyliss Johnson, do will and bequeath my height and figure to Carolyn Eagle. I, Brenner Johnson, do will and bequeath my motorcycle to no one. I need it. I, Buddy Johnson, do will and bequeath my ability to tackle around the neck to Beaver Ferguson. I, Robert Kattelman, do will and bequeath my ability to get in bad with the teachers to Bob Ghrist. I, Dolores Kelly, do will and bequeath my ability for spelling to Eloise Pennock. I, Barbara Kerr, do will and bequeath my Spanish book and abilities to learn Spanish (which I don't have) to Jean Gosnell. I, Jackie Kingery, do will and bequeath my job at the Nation-Wide Store to no one. I, Marilyn Kiser, do will and bequeath my interest in the alumni to the underclassmen. I, Joan Lashmett, do will and bequeath my dainty laugh to anyone who will take it off my hands. I, Myron Leahr, do will and bequeath my wavy hair to Wayne Ward. I, Janice Liehr, do will and bequeath my ability to draw to Jean Walton. I, Frank Lombard, do will and bequeath my ability to get to school late to who-ever wants it. I, Dorothy Long, do will and bequeath my ability to giggle to Eula Dickerson. I, Vernon Lord, do will and bequeath my long legs to Bobby Wade. I, Margie Belle Losch, do will and bequeath my love for Bob to no one. He’s mine. (Continued on Page 1 17) 30