Plainfield High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Plainfield, IL)

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Yes, it was there I had my most startling experience. I found out that an American F.B.I. agent who had been a captive of th9 Shanghai police had escaped. One day as 1 walked through an alley, a hand grabbed me. It was the hand of sinister-looking man with a lock of red hair dangling from his cap, which was pulled down over one eye. He said, Lend me fifty dollars. I need it badly! It was Red Reeves! Red Reeves! I hope he got away safe- ly. Did you go to Africa from there? Yes, I took a native boat up the Belgian Congo River. There was an American missionary deep in the jungle with a pigmy woman who is his blushing bride. And who do you suppose it was—Ray Cagwin! I always knew he would make something of himself. I also met someone in gay Parie. Ahhh—James! James Frazier is such a casonova and is known as the Great Lover of All France. Every night he can be seen in the best night spots in Paris and everytime with a different woman. How romantic. Did you go to Venice? Yes, it is such a beautiful and romantic city. I so enjoyed the gondoliers. One night I heard one beautifully chanting Paddling Madeline Home. It was Skip RusselL handsome with his mustache, and with him was a beautiful senorita. He was really gone. After Venice I traveled to the famous city of London. You know, there is no such thing as fog in London these days, thanks to Evelyn Harris, who has in- vented a fog condenser. She really has her head up in the clouds these days. From London, I went to Scotland. Did you see any of those funny little men with those cute little plaid skirts? Kilts? Yes, I noticed one especially on the street one day. He came walking along with his legs poking out beneath his short skirt. It was Ray Findlay playing madly on his bagpipes. My next stop was Egypt and on my journey through the Sahara, I came upon an inn right smack in the middle of the desert. We heard a piano playing loudly and someone singing How Dry I Am. I was surprised to see Kay Van Dyke and Marguerite Beck, playing and singing, surrounded by camel drivers. Then when crossing the ocean to South America, I stopped at the Canary Islands and met Mary Rigoni and Mary Lou Rockenbach. What do you suppose they were doing— raising canaries. They were! That is really for the birds. When I reached South America, I noticed oil fields everywhere. I found out that they were all owned by a big oil tycoon Mr. Gushem, married to the lucky Carol Ken- ning, whom I saw passing by in her Cadil- lac. Mary Ann Culver is making global headlines these days since she invented that new rocket ship and made the first expedition to the planet of Pluto. Have you heard that she married Pluton, king of Pluto, and now reigns as queen and half- owner of the planet? I went to Mexico, then, and met Shirley Craig, who is now sole owner of a jumping-bean factory. She told me that business is really jumping. From Mexico I came straight home and oh. I'm tired! What has been going on in Plainfield while I was away? A few of the kids have taken over the jobs where our older citizens left off. Did you know that your brother Dick Wright has taken over the Lockwood Dairy? He is desperately trying to develop a cow with perfect aim so she will bottle the milk her- self. That's my brother for you. And Roger Patterson has taken over the position of mayor of our fair city. Now we have two theaters! Mary Ann Haag has taken over the former Enterprise, but now it is called The Daily Haager. It's a won- derful paper. Barbara Burgess has taken over what used to be Keeley's Snack Bar. Now it is called Barbara's Barbecue. My, she can cook and she serves them pretty nicely, too. You remember Phyllis Kehl graduated from nurse's training? Well, now she has her own hospital right here in Plainfield and no one minds getting sick anymore. That class certainly has done things and it's been so much fun talking about them. I'll be seeing you, Norma. Goodbye. Goodbye, Joyce. 23

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SENIOR PROPHECY Operator, will you please get me Plain- field 1-9-6-0. Hello. Is this Norma? Yes, it is. Who is this? It's Joyce. I just got back from my trip. Joyce! It's good to hear from you again. How was your trip? Oh, I enjoyed it so much! I traveled all over the world, and while doing so I looked up the kids in the class of 1950. They have really gone places. For instance, when I got on my plane in Chicago, whom do you suppose I saw? Whom? I can't imagine. No one else but Anna Mae Kling. She is the stewardess of that plane. You know, she really is going up in this world. I should say! Where did you stop first? Idaho. Anna Mae told me to run over to see Mr. and Mrs. James Milk who run a large potato farm there—you know, Marilyn (Titus) and Jimmy. Such large potatoes they're raising, and they have two of the sweetest children— Spud and Tater. My, isn't that sweet. I simply couldn't leave the U. S. without stopping in Hollywood. I saw the new queen of the cowgirls Nancy Brown. She and her horse Trigger Happy are surely rolling in the dough—poor Roy and Trig- ger. Our next stop was Alaska. While there, I thought I would visit Ruth Graver. Oh, I remember back in '55 when she eloped with that Eskimo. His name was Nanook Smoe, wasn't it? Yes, and they're just fine. He is now running a big blubber and hide company. Oh, they are really rolling in the fat. Our next stop was beautiful Hawaii. Bertha Byerley is head of the Hawaiian Academy for Girls and gives lessons per- sonally. You ought to see her do the hula. Wowl Where did you go from there? Mongolia. There I met Doc Puntney who is the coach of an all-star football team The Mongolian Apes. He was in high spirits because they had just won a big game with The Wild Men of Borneo. Doc told me to go down and see Dick Sacco who is in Australia. He is running a kan- garoo farm there. You must have heard of Dick Sacco and his Boxing Kangaroos? From the coast of Australia I flew to the island of Sumatra and boarded a ship to Calcutta, India. Oh, India is such a strange country, isn't it? Yes, it was very interesting. While there I noticed a dark, strange-looking man with a large turban wrapped around his head. The only other clothing he had on was a garment which looked like diapers. There was something familiar about him. He lifted the lid of his basket, took from it a strange instrument, and began to play a weird melody, while the swaying of a cobra rose from the basket. And then I knew— it was Fred Whitman! Well, I never— I found another old acquaintance in Bagdad. I happened to look up at the sky and saw something flying. Was it a bird, was it a plane, was it— No, it was Peter Bessette and his flying carpet! His flying carpet is the only means of transportation in Bagdad. His slogan is We weave um and dye um; you buy um and fly um. Isn't that clever? I went to Switzerland and was so surprised to have JoAnn MacDonald as my instructor. I learned to ski in one day. Wonderful! And surely you went to the mysterious city of Shanghai? 22

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THE SENIOR CLASS WILL We, the members of the Senior Class of Plainfield High School, Plainfield, Illinois, being of sound mind and body, do make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament to the Junior Class of Plainfield High School, Plainfield, Illinois, in manner and form as follows: ITEM ONE: That all students be given free passes to all the assemblies; that all classes shall contain chatterboxes and gum chewers; that all study halls be social hours, and that all excuses be granted. ITEM TWO: Personal properties are here willed: Pete Bessette leaves with pleasure his front row seat in English to any one Junior who believes himself worthy of it. Nancy Brown and Kay Van Dyke leave to Virginia McAlpin their knowledge ot horses. Marguerite Beck leaves to Alfred Wei- hofen her size eleven corduroy jacket. Skip Russell leaves with pleasure his job at Welco to any Junior boy trying to earn money for the prom next year. Mary Rigoni reluctantly leaves her black hair to Pat Hanke. Ray Cagwin leaves to all the Juniors his words and phrases from history class. May you all pass with flying colors. Barbara Burgess leaves her jovial ways to Velma Wilkening. Phyllis Kehl leaves her ability to tell jokes to Ann Hickman and Joyce Wright in hopes that there will never be a dull moment in the halls of P.H.S. James Frazier leaves to Garland Grizell and Joyce Lutter his dancing ability. Mary Ann Haag and Marilyn Titus leave their boisterous manners to Jean Russell and Norma Townill. Bertha Byerley leaves her job as typist on the 'Fielder to Bob Wilson and Doran Huppert. Doc Puntney leaves his attendance record to Walter Watts and George Whit- man. Anne Kling leaves her ever present smile to LeRoy Williams. Bob Reeves leaves his cowboys and In- dians to Joan Lockwood. Dick Wright leaves his pigs to Phyllis Nelson. Oink—Oink! II Rog Patterson reluctantly leaves his side- bums to Dick Kinzler. Mary Lou Rockenbach leaves her dignity to Don Moyer and Gordon Pennington. Dick Sacco leaves his pep to Audrey Banister, Fannie Byerley, and Jean Chaplin. Fred Whitman leaves his admiration for Frankie Sinatra to Dick Gaylord, Wayne MacArthur, and Ralph Mauer. Mary Ann Culver and Shirley Craig leave their chatter to Barb George and Shirley Davis. May the gossip keep flying at P.H.S. Ruth Graver leaves her bubble gum to Bob Reiter and Shirley Schempf. JoAnn MacDonald leaves her humbleness to Merrill Pennington. Ray Findlay leaves his gay wittiness to Carolyn McMicken and Carol O'Neal. Evelyn Harris and Carol Kenning leave their gay giggles to Norma Jean Graver. 24