Plainfield High School - Plainsman Yearbook (Plainfield, IL)

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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

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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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CLASS POEM The Senior class of P. H. S. Has personalities to guess. The names of all appear below, Let's see how many of them you know. Two girls I see a com'in here, At football games they always cheer. They'd like to buy stallions and mares, And reign supreme as millionaires. One from the country, the other from town, Yes, it's Mary Ann Haag and Nancy Brown. A boy who left to earn a dollar, Returned to us, became a scholar, Because he found the world outside, Preferred to have him edified. Ray, who came to earn success, Is sure to gain much happiness. Two happy maidens so dainty and small. Are sweet and kind to one and all. For the future they have plans, To be housewives, so it stands. These two gals are Shirley and Ruth. And we think they're swell, to tell the truth. These two boys so full of fun. Keep the students on the run. The building rocks with shouts and chatter. Which sends a teacher to settle the matter. Sac and Red who cause the commotion, We know someday will earn promotion. These two girls with futures bright, Like the boys with all their might. If they don't decide to love and marry. They'd like to be a secretary. To you sweet Barb and Carol too, The best of luck what e'er you do. Two leaders of the Senior mass. Are boys who really have some class. Boys who vie in sports, it seems, Are really in a coach's dreams. Doc and Rog, two of the best, Are with super personalities blessed. Two boys each from the farm, Have a shy and quiet charm. From all girls they shy away, Leaving their love for a future day. Findlay and Frazier who never date, In their studies really rate. These two girls so light and fair. Do have a kind and delicate air. In all their subjects they excel, And o'er all boys they cast a spell. Yes, Kay and Anne will both go far, In professions of teacher and theatrical star. Two athletes we have here, Competition they never fear. In football and basketball they're on the beam. They're what the girls all call a dream. To Skip and Dick, the best of friends, We hope good luck the future sends. Sweet young girls with personalities plus, Are always kind, ne'er cause a fuss. They always speak to everyone. And not a person do they shun. Mary Ann and Bertha, these girls so kind, Are each the nicest girls you'll find. There are two lassies with eyes of brown, Who want to wear a nurse's crown. I asked them why and they said to me, We want to help humanity. To Phyl and Maggi we wish the best, And hope that in nursing they'll be a suc- cess. Two serious students of the institute. Resort to study as a final salute, With shaven faces and snappy clothes, They're spick and span from head to toes. The girls all rave of these boys so neat. Yes, it's Freddie Whitman and that guy called Pete. These gals slaved both night and day, Working on the Senior play. One was in it, the other directed, Trying to do just what was expected. These two girls with first names of Mary, Rigoni and Rockenbach shirk work nary. Happiness seems to fill the air, When we see these girls so merry and fair. The girls always live in dreams. Of being housewives, it seems. Yes, Marley and Jackie, our friends so dear, We wish you luck in a future year. 25