Pittsfield High School - Saukee Yearbook (Pittsfield, IL)

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SENIOR CLASS WILL You can’t take it with you! I, Junior Back, do will and bequeath my nickname, Brutus,” to anyone who is dumb enough to have it hung on him. I, Jack Bagby, do will and bequeath my nickname Ears to George Willis. I, Wayne Baughman, do will and bequeath to Gene McKee the ability to skip school. I, Mildred Belford, do will and bequeath my ability to arrive a minute before the last bell rings at noon to Catherine Cunningham. I, Bob Biddle, do will and bequeath my ability to be late to Civics class to anyone who has a watch which is always five minutes behind schedule. I, Bill Blake, do hereby will and bequeath my basketball practice clothes washed for 6c a day by Rich Ruble, to Ron Harpole. I, Bill Brace, do will and bequeath my shares in, and my experiences at the Dead Eye Gun and Bottle Club to any person that can live up to it. I, Bob Caton, do will and bequeath my place in the second hour History class to anyone who wants to work hard. I, Wayne Clark, do will and bequeath nothing. If I can't take it with me, I won’t go. I, Ardeth Cox, do bequeath my ability to tease the future Mrs. Conger, to Carol Claus. I, Jerry Crawford, do will and bequeath my old worn-out notebook to Dick Daigh, so that it can go through three more years of torture and hard work. I, Frances Daigh, do will and bequeath my publicspeaking ability to my dear brother, Richard. I, Richard Dexter, do will and bequeath to any deserving Freshman, my gal, Nellie. I, Eula Dickerson, do will and bequeath my ability in shorthand to Lois Thrasher. I, Dale Dolbeare, do bequeath my nickname, “Tadpole , to Red Doyle. I, Wayne Dunham, do will and bequeath my ability to ride a motorcycle to Santa Claus Carter. I, Carolyn Eagle, do will and bequeath my job as Senior Editor of the Annual to anyone who likes to work hard. I, Imogene Edwards, do bequeath my poodle haircut to Peggy Ducey. I, Richard Ervin, do will and bequeath to Keith Hembrough the peculiar laugh which I developed in the D.E. class of 1951-52; also, my nickname, Pearl. I, Beaver Ferguson, do will and bequeath nothing to nobody. I, Bob Foster, do bequeath to Dick Motley my ability to get away with shooting fire crackers. I, Mary Fox, do will and bequeath to Wava Aiken my ability to become part owner of a DeSoto. I, Pat Gard, do will and bequeath my three years of cheering to Sally Ferguson, who will enjoy it as much as I did. I, Estill Gerard, do will and bequeath to any senior next year, my corner seat in the back row of Miss Blaeuer’s room. I, Jean Gosnell, do bequeath my blonde hair to Barbara Melton. I, Tom Grimes, do bequeath to Dick Billings my ability to rate a chair in the front row in American History class. I, Bette Hickman, do will and bequeath my ability to get 70 (errors) in typing to Margaret Knipmeyer. I, Farrel Jones, do will and bequeath my ability to stay out of trouble with the teachers to anyone who needs it. I, J. W. Knipmeyer, do will and bequeath to Margaret Knipmeyer my fondness for advanced Algebra. I, Carrie McCartney, do will and bequeath my ability to tease Donna Bell to a certain junior. I, Roger McCulloch, do will and bequeath my ability to wear a burr haircut all through my senior year to Clinton Goodin. I, Glenn Meyer, do will and bequeath to Dick Motley my nickname Hen Egg. This famous name is protected from theft by Copyright No. 449, 286 and recorded in Washington, D. C. by a Pittsfield Republican. I, Phillip Mink, do will and bequeath my position in Mr. Fester's room to a harder worker than I. I, Ken Mixer, do will and bequeath to Bill Baughman my seat in the band. I, John Motley, do will and bequeath my place on the Rockport bus to any poor freshman crazy enough to want it. I, Charles Musgrave, do bequeath to Red Doyle my ability to annoy the teachers. I, Ben Newman, do will and bequeath my air-conditioned locker to David Williams. I, Bob Ogle, do will and bequeath my ability to drive fast and put in time in D. E. to Red Doyle. I, Donna Patterson, do bequeath to Nellie Thomas my American history book. I, D. D. Petty, do will my ability to attract the opposite sex to anyone, because beginning March Uth I need it no longer. I, Shirley Plattner, do will and bequeath my little brother to Nancy Miller. I, Leta Reel, do bequeath my American history book to Charles Daniels. I, Lamoine Reinhardt, do will and bequeath my ability to play a clarinet to Bob Litvan. I, Harold Roberts, do will and bequeath my nickname Skinney to Paul Barrow. I, LeRoy Robertson, do bequeath my nickname Punkin to Donald Hayden. I, Rodney Sackett, do bequeath to Bob Grammer my nickname Bushman the Ape. I, Donald Simmons, do bequeath my nickname Protein to Clinton Goodin. I, John Edward Smith, do will and bequeath to Jerry Dell my ability to read many books. I, Ronald Smith, do will and bequeath to James Halpin my ability to get along with the teachers. I, Scott Smith, do will and bequeath my back row seat by the window in English IV class to any other believer in fresh air and comfort while receiving an education. I, Ann Sowers, do will and beq-ueath my share of the mirror in Darlene’s and my locker to all the underclassmen who use and need it. I, Carol Ann Sutton, do will and bequeath my ability to go steady to Mary Catherine Smith. I, Earline Thurman, do will and bequeath my ability to sing to Carla Jones. I, Darlene Totsch, do will and bequeath to Junior my beloved books. I, Janice Vander Stoep, do will and bequeath my Physics book to Sally Ferguson. I, Betty Jean Vannatta, do will and bequeath to my brother Bill, who will be a freshman next year, all the fun I have had in the last four years. I, Bob Wade, do bequeath to Hook Smith my basketball playing ability. I, William Walton, do bequeath to Mr. Metternich my fire cracker factory. I, Joann Williams, do will my love for cheerleading to all future cheerleaders. I, Frank Worthington, do will and bequeath my ability to get along with Miss Harpole to Red Doyle. 24

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY FRESHMEN — In September, 1948, the seniors of '52 started to Pittsfield High School as a class of 88 freshmen. Though we didn’t know our way around at first, we soon learned. We shall all remember the freshmen initiation when we dressed crazily and attended the ceremonies in the gym. Then of course we performed that all-important task of electing class officers. Our president was Carrie McCartney; Vice-President was Mary Lou Aiken, and our Secretary-Treasurer was Darlene Totsch. Pat Gard was Treasurer of the Student Council, and our other representatives to the Student Council were Carolyn Eagle and Bill Blake. Our helpful sponsors who guided us throughout the year were Miss McGuire and Mr. Lowe. SOPHOMORES — We sophomores started off the year as a class of eighty members. Our first duty was to elect our officers. The president was Bill Walton; Vice-President, D. D. Petty; Secretary, Phil Mink, and Treasurer was Joann Williams. We also elected Bill Brace, D. D. Petty, and Joann Williams to the Student Council. We feel that the sophomores class was well represented in all of the school activities. Miss Harpole and Mr. Fesler were our class sponsors. JUNIORS — Well, what do you know? We're upperclassmen now! We only numbered 75 in all which was a rather small class. Our officers were D. D. Petty, President; Frances Daigh, Vice- President; Benny Newman, Secretary; and Bill Blake, Treasurer. The Junior Class Play, a very entertaining comedy, was directed by Miss Bueker and the student director, Phil Mink. Ticket sales amounted to $354 which gave us a net profit of $277 for decorating the hall for our Junior-Senior Banquet. Members of our class were outstanding in sports, band, and many other activities. Our expert sponsor. Miss McGuire, helped greatly to make this a very happy year. SENIORS — We are now a small class of seniors, fifty-nine in number. Our class officers are Bill Blake, President; Carrie McCartney, Vice-President; Jerry Crawford, Secretary; and David Ferguson, Treasurer. Our Student Council members are Carrie McCartney, Bill Blake, and D. D. Petty, Bill Blake being president of this body. Our class is very fine in all fields and has much to be proud of in our participation in the various school activities. Our class sponsor is Miss Blaeuer. We are now at the end of our High School days and, though we are sad at leaving, we hope that the days ahead will be as bright as our days in Pittsfield High. We are very grateful to our sponsor Miss Blaeuer and the rest of the faculty, who have always been most kind and helpful. We wish all our underclassmen as happy a four years as we have had. 23

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CLASS PROPHECY March 12, 1970 A. D. Dear Diary: Man, what a day! As you know, Diary, this is the day I set aside to check up on the outstanding class of all times which, of course, was the Pittsfield High School class of 1952. I took off promptly at daybreak this morning in my Dun-Hardt Space Ship which was manufactured by Wayne Dunham and Lamoine Reinhardt. My first stop was at Poga Poga Beach, California. This is the exclusive hangout of those ghostly, rich, millionaire, playboys, Kenneth Mixer, Ben Newman, and Rodney Sackett. The playboys hadn’t gotten in from last night yet so I moved on. My next stop was in Hollywood. A big crowd was in town for the premier of the new movie, A Place in the Moon,” which stars Harold Roberts and Bette Hickman as the luckless lovers and John Motley as the villain. Don Simmons was the producer of the movie and Carrie McCartney was the director of the production. I couldn’t get in the premier so I went to another movie, The Perils of Patricia,” starring Pat Gard. After the movie I left Hollywood and headed for Las Vegas. The first place of interest I visited there was Petty's Poker Parlor. Looking inside I saw Bill Walton trying to teach Roger McCulloch and D. D. (the proprietor) how to maintain a poker-face. On down the street I viewed Estill Gerard and Ronald Smith’s coin cleaning company. This is where all the big time gamblers such as Richard Ervin and Wayne Baughman come to have their silver dollars polished. Next door is the Last National Bank. The bank's president is Glenn Grab it and bury it Meyer. John Edward Smith is the official cuspidor cleaner in the bank. Near the outskirts of the city I saw the Retired Gamblers Home which is owned jointly by Jean Gosnell, Imogene Edwards, and Betty Jean Vannatta. Leaving Las Vegas, I headed for Chicago. In the middle of the Majove Desert, I saw the secluded laboratory of the mad scientists, Scott Smith and Jerry Crawford. Not far away I spotted Wayne H Clark, a prospector, and his pack mule plodding along in the sand. As I came into Chicago, I saw a hand laundry business operated by Leta Reel, Carol Ann Sutton, Ann Sowers, and Eula Dickerson. A neon sign on the building read — Personalized Underwear, Our Specialty. While walking by a news stand I noticed in a paper that Bob Caton, J. W. Knipmeyer, and Beaver Ferguson had bought the Chicago Stockyards and were converting them into a skating rink. I also read that Charles Mussy Musgrave is to wrestle Tom Gruesome Grimes at Chicago Stadium tonight. Joann Iron Mike Williams is to wrestle Frances Dynamite Daigh in a ladies preliminary bout. It was rather cold in Chicago so I traveled downstate to Pittsfield. Something new had been added since I was in Pittsfield last. Richard Dexter, Dale Dolbeare, and Bob Ogle have built an exclusive night club there. Bob Biddle is the bartender in the club and Farrel Jones is the headwaiter. Earline Torchy Thurmon is the featured singer. She is accompanied by Frank Fingers Worthington on the piano. Live entertainment is also put out by the chorus girls, who are Darlene Tootsie Totsch, Ardeth Cuddles Cox, Shirley Poopsy Plainer, and Mildred Bubbles Belford. After looking the club (and chorus girls) over, I ventured down to the new Pittsfield High School building. Junior Back teaches Physics there and Bob Foster is the new Ag. teacher. Leroy Robertson is still trying to graduate. I found out that Janice Vander Stoep and Carolyn Eagle (recent divorcees) have bought the New Pike Cafe and renamed it the Old Maid’s Roost . I also heard that Phil Mink bought the supermarket and converted it into a gin, garter, and girdle factory. Mary Fox and Donna Patterson are down in Mexico training to be bull fighters. Bob Wade, I was told, is down in the South Seas catching tropical fish for his Florence Fish Factory. I didn't get any information about Jack Bagby and Bill Brace except that they were seen heading South after hearing rumors that a tribe of wild, untamed, women had been discovered in South America. On hearing this, I downed thirteen Nervine Highballs and came home. Respectfully yours, BILL BLAKE P.S. My Space Ship ran out of fuel and I had to walk the last three miles home. 25