Elk County Catholic High School - Memories Yearbook (St Marys, PA)

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7fze Memo-1945 I could see that Robert was so busy that I decided to leave without speaking with him. As I went out of the office by focus I noticed on his office door, Robert L. Prechtel, Chief Electric Engineer, General Electric Company. Wait! What was that? I refocused my machine and sure enough, there, just entering Bob's shop, was Charles Fleming, consulting engineer for General Electric. I glanced at the instruments on my panel and realized I was reaching New York, my first stop. I shut off my television and made preparations to land. There to my surprise had just landed a government plane from Australia in which sat Dick I-Iathorn who had just arrived from a mission for the United States government. While observing the new airfield, the largest and best-equipped in the world, and while my ship was rolling to a stop, whom should I find standing in front of me but Herby Straub, another old classmate. Well, Herby, it has been a long time since I saw you. What are you doing? He replied, I am the new aeronautical engineer in charge of this airfield. Most of the plans have been drafted by Robert Leuschel who has been in the employment of the government since the peace treaty of World War II. I did not have much time to talk but was glad to meet my old friends. After my ship had been checked I started for London, my next stop. While crossing the ocean I decided to turn on my radio and televisor to hear a little music and obtain a bit of news. As I turned my dial round a clear, rather familiar voice attracted me to listen. Could it be? Yes, it was none other than Richard Schatz as the hot off the wire commentator. Continuing to listen I heard another familiar voice, George Schlimm, star singer. I reached London in a very short time, where, to my surprise, was Earl I-Iauber at a conference of diplomats, Earl having been earlier appointed as ambassador to Rome by our president. I visited with him for a while then went on to Paris. I stopped there for dinner and whom should I find seated at one of the tables but Donald Wiesner. I had read about his trip around the world but never expected to meet him. We talked for a while and then we decided to go to the art gallery. He said he had something to show me. We went into the main room and he took me to a painting. Stand- ing in front of it was Ivan Wortman, but imagine my surprise to find that Ivan had painted the picture and sold it for 520,000 It was a modern art painting. The three of us toured the gallery for a while discussing paintings and then I left to keep my appointment. When 1 returned to the gallery both men had gone. I then decided to direct my ship for the good old United States. I had been having a little trouble with my airship so I stopped at De- troit to get a new one while the old one was being repaired. I went directly to the Ford Rocket Car Corporation for I knew I could get a good deal because the General Manager, Regis Hacherl, another old classmate, was a personal friend of mine. I visited with Regis for a while then went back home. Another day was ended. Thankful after twenty years to see again all the fellows with whom I had graduated, and with a tear in my eye, I parked the Rocket car, recalling once again the happy days we had spent together. Dean Foote. if .wif 5-QL, :ir sei' f -f 4, -qw' K' Ts? : - 40

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'7fze luema-7945 the ceremonies with a poem she had composed especially for the occasion. Doris Krug, superintendent of a Children's Hospital, was guest speaker. Leaving the festival, I took a taxi to the airport. Mercedes Shields courteously assisted me to my place on the plane. Miss Shields was a stewardess of the United States Airlines. Directly opposite me on the plane sat Rosemary Hoehn. She said she was going back to the University of California where she was Professor of Chemistry. Rosemary showed me a magazine cover designed by Rosemary Werner. As the trip progressed we were treated with delicacies from Martha Meier's Candy Kitchen. Reaching my destination, San Francisco, I bade farewell to Rosemary, and was met by my friend Erma Nissel, now a celebrated composer of the latest song hits. The beauti- ful corsage presented to me by Erma had been made up at Anna Eichmil1er's florist shop, the best in San Francisco. As we were leaving the airport Esther Dippold was buying a ticket East, bent on inter- viewing a publisher as she had just completed her seventh novel. Doris Wilhelm, who was private secretary to the President of the Airlines, was leaving her office to take a statement to Theresa Leithner, an income tax expert. In the city of the Golden Gate accommodations had to be secured so we selected the City Hotel, knowing that our stay there would be pleasant, due to the hospitality of Eileen Hanes, the hostess. As quickly as a flash of lightning my wanderings ceased. I realized that within a brief space of time I had seen all of my classmates of l945. Each had distinguished herself in her own particular vocation. I was proud to know them as my classmates whom I would treasure for life. ig?- BOYS' CLASS PROPHECY RUISING along at the rate of five hundred miles per hour in my super electronic air- ship, the year being l965, and having a few spare moments I decided to switch on my television time projector to take a look at the past. Accidentally my finger flipped the time switch to l945. As I moved my hand to reset the switch the number struck a familiar chord in my mind. Why, that is the year l945, the year that I graduated from high school. It has been twenty years since I last saw my old schoolmates. I Wonder what they are doing now. How well I remember them: lack, Herb, Earl and Dick, Bob, Donald, Ivy, Flavius, Regis, Charles, Richard, Boomer, and George. It seems like yesterday that we were together at school. I think I shall look in on them. I put the switch back on l965 and took out my International Directory. I wonder what Iack Daily is doing now , I thought. I paged through the directory until I came to his name. His identification number was l7830. I set my dials at those numbers and turned on the switch. Instantly the screen in front of me lit up and an image appeared on it, I focused it to the proper depth when there before my eyes appeared lack, former classmate of mine and looking none the worse for his twenty years of life than when he was captain of the basketball team. But, what was this? I could not believe my eyes. Here he was stand- ing with a basketball in his hand, just as I had seen him many times twenty years ago. I focused my apparatus for more depth and sure enough there he was, not playing, but coaching the nationally-known Rocketeers who recently beat the English champion team. Upon closer examination of the team, whom should I find as the star forward, but Flavius Wicks. I watched the team practice for a while and then decided to look up my old friend Bob Prechtel. A flick of the wrist, a little focusing, and there he was, surrounded by wires, tubes, coils, meters, and lights, and Working over a large machine which I recognized be- cause of the publicity it had received as the latest device for interplanetary communication. 39

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