Pittsfield High School - Saukee Yearbook (Pittsfield, IL)

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May 31, 1967 Hatrack, Tennessee Dear Gert, Ten years seems to us like a whale of a long time but I thought I'd tell you that I found many of the class of 57 doing weird and wonderful things on my recent trip to the big city. Reverend Les Allen, the Billy Graham of 1967, just closed a successful revival in Pango-Pango. Mademoiselle Janet Altizer fascinated me as she described with a fa ultless French accent, the gorgeous models at Lord and Taylor's style show. Saradell Thomas modeled for Christian Dior. Max- ine Applegate passed by me as I left the show. I hardly knew her in her Salvation Army Uniform. Jesse Bagby QPhillip Tankersley, pen name,j was busily signing autographed copies of his best selling novel HOW TO WRITE INTELLIGENTLY. I passed the large down town branch of Simmon's Beauty-Rest Mattresses and saw Judy Barton sleeping peacefully in the newest model. Jo Ann Baughman was all a-twitter over having been chosen by Mae West as the gal with the shape most likely to replace hers. On the other hand, Eleanor Bauer's handshake literally threw me---and why not? She had just won the women's wrestling championship of the middle- west. After that, I felt the need of a drink, so I dropped in to Ba uer's Bar where Larry Mixed me a mighty good snort. Having herself a gay old time on Pepsis, was Ilah Black, quite smart looking in her WAVE uni- form. She said that life in the service is not nearly as bad as four years at PHSI Janet Blacketter was at the bar and I was aghast to learn that she appeared there nightly as Slinky Sue. - -f A 5.5-'15m:a'fv1p1.-'am-. V A, , A. 9 - 'ww CLASS PROPHECY David Bown came along and invited me in his most formal manner to shoot a game of pool in his hall in the next block. While we were playing, C.A. fSquirtJ Bradburn stalked in, followed by his Boy Ironchin McGlas- son. Two sad Joe 's, ifl ever saw anyl Squirt was sure Ironchin will win his next bout for the title. Jerry Brant, respledent in a space suit, wandered in. He told me all about the guided tours he con- ducts on the moon. On the way to the jet port where I was having my jet-copter serviced, I met John Browning who told me he enjoyed being owner of a large fleet of floral trucks. He told me that Roger Burbridge had a large petunia garden and was a cross-pollinating the various varieties with great success. As I strolled by a gym I looked inside and was pleasantly surprised to see Roger Butler working out to keep trim as a weight lifter for a doughnut manu- facturer. Granville Capp's name was listed on a near-by theatre billboard as the voice of Mickey Mouse. Glenn Capps almost knocked me down tearing along the street muttering something about needing a book to read for American History. I paused at a corner newstand and noticed in a London newspaper that Linda Capps was caught in a night club raid while there with Princess Margaret. Lady Linda is one of the Princess's ladies-in-waiting, you know. Also prominent in the news was a glowing ac- count by Jim Carter about life at the North Pole where he is a pharmacist. Neil Clark's picture as a disc-jockey-of-the -year grinned at me from the entertainment section of the Buenos Aires paper. The women's page featured a column for lonely hearts written by none other than Sophronia Hutter QCarole Collins, no lesslj 'ta-' S' '41r' ami ' T I . qw ,,,,, ,...gumm,i-. v Lea fing through a copy of ESQUIRE, I noticed that Lynn Kriegsha user was the Humor Editor. I decided to go to Sardis for luncheon and whom should I find as the hat check girl--Linda Daut. She told me about a number from our class and said Sue Sparks was advance agent for Sue Deemer'a Flea Circus. This keeps them both laughing and scratching. . From Linda I learned that Dorothy Ellis is cashier in the cafeteria at Sing-Sing and David Ellis is a test driver for Lincoln-Mercury. As I sat waiting for my order to be filled, Larry Freeman came along and told me what a fabulous time he is having as a fashion model photographer. Speaking of fashions reminds me---Joyce Frazier is a traveling model for Jantzen sweaters. Peggy Jo Hannel and her husband, I heard some- where today, are the Roy Rogers and Dale Evans of Spring Creek Township. I had just started to eat lunch when Otis Haskins sat down for a chat. He is marriage counselor for Stephens College at Columbia, Missouri. I just missed seeing Jerry Heavner who is a sales- man for do-it-yourself suicide kits. Business is not so good, I understand. Otis had flown in a short time ago to talk with Kathy Higgins who operates a day nursery for under- privileged children. Frankly I did not get the con- nection. The television set in my booth proved a mine of information about several of my classmates. Phil Hubbard, advertising manager for a well-known line of ladies lingerie, was interviewed, and Ruth Hull glibly gave the beer commercial. Just asl was leaving Sardis, Gary Jeffers came in. In our conversation I leamed that he builds model trains for the Walt Disney Company. Speaking of beauty--Joyce Johnson, I heard to- i' H ul

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day, was recently crowned Miss Universe. The marvels of diet, girls! Rita Kelly's wonderful cure for athlete 's foot has put her on easy street. In my wanderings I passed the King Foundling Home. Sarah waved to me from an upstairs win- dow--a baby on one arm. Junior Lane 's twelfth volume of the life of Joseph McCarthy is just off the press and selling like flannel underwear in July. The tactless soul who told me this was crisp Lavonne Lord, an efficiency expert on Time-Saving for the Good Housekeeping Institute. we have so many in our class, I gave up at a late hour trying to learn the whereabouts of them all, but I went at it with renewed enthusiasm the next morn- ing. The telephone book in my hotel room was a great help. Sumae McAllister nearly knocked out my tired eyes when I saw and talked at the same time with her on the visual-phone. She has a chain of reducing salons. What a figure! Poor Doris McConnell is battling the trade of try- ing to break in as a night club singer. Maybe some day she will get that break. She told me Darrell McKee is slowly starving to death as a pearl diver in the shoals near Okinawa. Today I heard somewhere in the jumble and rumble of the vast city, Ronnie Martin's voice bel- lowing the charms of a hula -hula gal in a carnival. Oh yes, Bob Motley was throwing knives at a beautiful Indian girl in one of the tents. I asked Ida Bell Moyer, who had a shooting gal- lery there, if she and Paul Dean had ever made it to the altar, and learned she had given him his ring back the night before. I.n talking with her, I leamed that Maxine Norton is conducting tours in Death Valley. As I was leaving the carnival grounds, Barbara Ode saw me from her jet -copter and yelled that she had something she just HAD to tell me. After land- ing, she said she had just recieved patent rights on a fool-proof lie detector. Don Pine chugged by on his motor scooter, pa us- ing long enough to tell us he was on the last lap of a round the world trip. A loud explosion from a near-by fire cracker fac- tory caused us to jump several feet. Gordon Pleus reassured us he was only testing the effectiveness of his compa ny's latest product. We needed soothing, so Barb accompanies me to a near-by restaurant where we sipped our drinks to restful music provided by Marvin Paxton and his zither. Dorothy Plummer waited on us. She said that she planned to leave this job for the farm because city life was not for her. I tore myself away from these two gabby char- acters and returned to my room for a much needed rest. After a snooze, I turned on the TV set, and there was glamour puss Sherry Ransom selling Rev- lon products. A newscast brought me the flash that Pebble Beach QA. C. Reelj, who had just completed his twelfth movie, would undoubtedly replace Rock. I noticed on the desk in my room a colorful book about hypnotism, the author of which was Janice Rhodes. In looking through some old theatrical maga- zines the maid had forgotten to take out with the trash, I read a glowing account of David Roads' per- formance as the lead in Charley's Aunt. Also in the magazines was Floyd Robertson's pic- ture as the Man of Distinction who had recently switched to you know what. Having spent too much time in this manner, I a- gain hit the pavements, my destination being the the United Nations building. My guide was Lecie Robinson. She said Louise Ruble was a tester for Pop and Blow bubble gum and stuck with the job. Lecie had heard from home that J.M. Sapp had just been convicted of stealing more money from the taxpayers than Orville Hodge. She had also heard that Deleta Shaw was the 'Miss Brooks of Pittsfield High and had written a foreword to Mike Smith's new book How to Fly Kites on a Windless Day. Almost forgot that Doris Smith Webel is making a name for herself as a sttmt flier with a barnstorm- ing outfit. Nancy Smith, loaded down with books ran into me as I got off the elevator. She has her Ph.D in philosophy and loves going to school, she said. Bill Stauffer had written her how much he is en- joying selling balloons at county fairs. Leaving the UN, I met Shirley Thrasher who had just returned from a successful tour as a featured trampoline performer. She told me that Roger Webel was getting no- where as editor of Confidential, but that Nancy Willis had just won a pogo contest, having jumped farther than the other contestants. We were both pleased and surprised when Karen Willsey joined us. She was so busy as owner of a large fish hatchery that she felt she should see more people and fewer guppies. Well, Gert, this is a long report, but you know mel What am I doing? Well Ill Wouldn't you and the rest of the 5'7'ers like to knowl ll See ya, Myn