Webber Township High School - Web Yearbook (Bluford, IL)

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0.0 . vpn nos 0 19 b'uos'oo soo? 2 todos' Senior Class Will As we, the departing Senior Class of the Webber Township High School, in the year 1956, slide down the rainbow into the future, we will to the students and faculty of the coming years our many talents, troubles, pgssessions, and accomplishments. May they use them to their best a 1 1 y. To good old W.T.H.S., we will the thought of housing, sometime in the future, a student body who will co-operate with all the teachers, com- ply with all rules, and who will not in any way treat the building in a destructive manner. ARTICLE I - - SECTION I To Mr. Munday, we will a Senior class that doesn't argue. To Mr. Ferguson, we will an American History class more interest- ed in America. To Mrs. French, we will a smaller bookkeeping class. To Mr. Razer, We will sharper blades for his band. To Mrs. Taylor, we will a Home Ec. class that knows a CARAT isn't something to eat. To Mr. Jones, we will a basketball team with desire. To Mrs. Book, we will a P. E. class who is willing to take Physical Education. To Mr. Gowler, we will a group of Ag. boys who will win first in everything they enter. To Mr. Curtis, we will a Geometry class that doesn't like movies. To Mr. Furby, we will our deepest sympathy for the years of work that future students of W.T.H.S. will bring to him. To Mrs. Shepard, we will candy salesmen who do not overrun the waste basket with candy boxes. ARTICLE II - - SECTION I We, the Senior Class of 1956, will to the following faculty and students of W.T.H.S.: I, LaVin Coil, leave my ability to slip out of Sth hour study hall to David Greer. I, Oliver Jenkins, will Mr. Curtis a trust fund for his fish. I, Richard Scott, leave my singing ability to Roger Chambliss. I, Orilla Byars, will to Norma Wilson my ability to get out of classes.

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v.-goo Ao I9 N23 Zine 'uhh ff:-2 f'22-224 56 Senior Class Prophecy Well, here we are in New York. I'm almost relieved. How that woman can yak! Well, after looking around, I decided to check into the Ritz Hotel to find behind the desk Peggy Richardson. Questioning her, I found that Henry and Teddy Sauls owned the place. Nice, huh? Well, after this I decided to go to my suite. She pressed the buzzer for a bell- hop. To my surprise, it was none other than Lewis Gregory. Once in my suite, I started to read the evening paper. The headlines were screaming, Coach Bill Irwin's UCLA Rams take the inter-collegiate title . Irwin's Rams defeated the Monsters in a neck-to-neck battle. It was a battle of wits all the way! . . . Ring! Oh, there's the food I ordered. Why if it isn't Shelby Rapp. I surely am surprised to see her here. I understand that she's married to Curt somebody. On the train home, I stopped off at a little town in Penna. There I stayed at an exclusive motel. There was Donna Kaye fMaxeyD Hoffman. She and her husband, Max, had been running the place for years. Later, while browsing around in an antique shop, I bought a beautiful Chippen- dale table. The owner of the little shop turned out to be Jean Robertson. What a coincidence. While talking to Jean, I found that she had Jo Ann Jackson for a partner. She says they're confirmed old maids. Time for lunch ..... I ate in a little restaurant that specialized in sea food. While eating, I wanted the recipe of one of the dishes. I started off to the kitchen to find that Richard Scott was the chef. Upon making this dis- covery, I looked around and discovered that Earl Atkinson and Evelyn Brookman were his co-workers. After lunch, I went walking around and across the street I saw a sign that said, Joan's Smart Shop . I wonder if that's the same Joan I know? I immediately went over and checked in- to this to find that Helen Ellis was one of her clerks. I questioned Helen and she says Joan's the owner, but she wasn't in because she was out for her afternoon drive in her 1966, pink and white DeSoto. By this time, I had to leave for dear ol' Bluford . So, I boarded the train to find that Richard Kehrer was the conductor and the train was engineered by Alfred Brookman. I arrived in Mt. Vernon and was walking around. I decided to go into Murphy's Store for I still remember- ed working there years ago. Looking around, I purchased a lock from Loriene Brookman. I understand she's been working in the Nuts and Bolts section since 1955. I motored to Bluford and stopped at the high school to chat with Mr. Munday. While talking to him, I discovered that the former Beverly Reeker is head of the Commercial Department. I understand that Beverly has had several state winners! I decided to go see Beverly and talked to her for a while. I asked her about Perky Chambliss and she said that Priscilla was now Mrs. Maurice Woodworth, who is a world-famous psychiatrist and that his nurse was Janith Standerfer. After all my travels, I'm thoroughly exhausted, so it ya all'l excuse me, I guess I'd better get down to the real facts and put my nose back to the grind stone.

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5 19 :-::-.: Y ::-::-: web z-:ze -:sez-: Senior Class Will I, Don Cameron, leave my bookkeeping ability to Kaye Pierce. I, Henry Hurst, will unto Larry Wilson my basketball ability. I, Mary Shaw, hereby leave my ability to keep the Senior Class con- fused to Nancy Bean. I, Alfred Brookman, leave my ability in Ag. to Jerry Brookman. I, Loriene Brookman, leave my red hair to Patsy Lowery. I, Ronald Storment, will my little Ford to Mr. Razer. I, Teddy Richardson, leave my figure to Helen Cobbs. I, Jackie Scott, will unto Sherla Evans my musical ability. I, Beverly Reeker, bestow unto Violet Miller my responsibilities at W.T.H.S. I , Joyce Huff, leave my height to Marilyn Williamson. I, Dorothy Eiler, do will my temper to Patricia Chambliss. I, Evelyn Brookman, leave my blue eyes to Treasa Bond. I, Fredia Norman, will my naturally curly auburn hair to Wilma Evans. I, Bill Irwin, leave my left hand hook shot to Walter Scott. I, Beverly Modglin, leave this crazy mixed-up asylum for a little peace. I, Otis Coil, will unto Jerry Wilson my ability to sleep in Am. Democracy. I, Pat Wilson, leave my black hair to Earlene Heffner. I, Joan Huff, leave my quiet ways to Leona Lowery. b I I, Donna Maxey, bestow upon Sue Ann Mendenhall my driving a iity. I, James Keele, do leave my bashful ways to Bill Forsythe. I, Jean Robertson, leave my small figure to Donna Gutzler. I, JoAnn Jackson, will my curly hair to Nancy Bean. I, Peggy Richardson, will unto Mary Shelton my short, red hair. I, Wilford Pierce, do leave my flat top to Earl Henry. I, Billie CStanderferJ Shelton, just hope I leave. I, Earl Atkinson, leave my height to Roger Chambliss. I, Helen Ellis, leave school to get married. I, Shelby Rapp, will my ability to run teachers crazy to David Greer. I, Janith Standerfer, leave my blonde hair to Lenna Cook. I, Lewis Gregory, leave school for Mr. Curtis's sake. Lastly, I, Priscilla Chambliss, will unto Elmira Scott my French Horn and band uniform. Stay on that after time, Elmer. Witnesses - - Priscilla Chambliss Jo Ann Jackson