Kendallville High School - Kay Aitch Ess Yearbook (Kendallville, IN)

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One Saturday we went to an Archery contest at Mary Ellen Fraze's Club, and to my surprise Margaret Hohnhaus won over the favorite from Mississippi. The same evening we went to see the hockey game between Bill Herendeen's Comets, and Clarence Herendeen's Meteors. Later I heard Paul Boszor trying to sell the boys some of his electric- ally heated hockey suits, but he didn't have much success, because the boys were afraid they might get short circuited and fall through the ice. I wanted to see Annabel Herr and Mary Jane Bortner's vaudeville act while I was in California. but I thought if I wanted to see any of the fellows around the Middle Wfest before my vacation was over, I had better be starting back. I dropped in on Ivan Gulick, who had his con- centrated vegetable garden on the ninety-sixth floor of the Howerton Building in Chicago. Ivan looked rather blue, and upon asking him what the trouble was, he told me that he was still try- ing to figure out the law of diminishing returns. However, after we went up to .Iohn's office and called on Ivan's vice president, Arden Beis- wanger, and started a friendly game of freeze out, the old vegetable-grower brightened up quite a bit. The boys said they had to take care of hard- ly any of the business since they had taken in the six new vice presidents: Lois Scarlet, Frances Strat- er, Mildred Strawser, Rose Walsh. Beverly Failor. and Kathryn Bauman. They told me that Howard Kurtis wife, the former Lenora Hill, had just won 510,000 back alimony, because her case had been pleaded so forcibly by the law firm of jean Are- hart and Lorene Gould. I had told Howard after he made all that money on his Grows In Ten Hoursa' corn seed, that he had better stay away from the women, but he wouldn't listen. Before I left Chicago, I went over to the Clay Electrical Plant to get' some cloud beams put on the Speedster Carl Bauman, the chief engineer, was having trouble adjusting them, so Dick came down and did it himself. Dick had a nice home out in the suburbs, and while we were talking Elizabeth flashed on the electric view plate, and told him to bring me out to dinner. QYou've guessed it, Dick and Elizabeth King had been married, and had five little Clays.j But I wanted to hop over to Pittsburgh yet that evening to see Peggy Berhalter about a pet collie I had left with her to be stuffed, so I grabbed a hurried meal at a small restaurant, and started for the smoky city. Ihad to convince Peggy that the Meteors weren't playing that night, before I could get her away from the television set. We had a pretty nice talk, until The National Adventure Story came on, then of course she had to see that. In this installment, Bud DeHoff, portraying the famous international jewel thief, was being chased by the great detectives Richard Claussen and Kenneth Firestone. Claussen finally got the jzznzp on Bud, in the last act, so everything was all right. We heard a news report that said Patty Wfilliams and Laura .jane McW'hinney were lost somewhere in France. The trouble was that the Frenchmen couldn't undertand the language the girls were speaking. That was enough for me, so I got my stuffed dog and beat it. I meandered down to the house of Henry Ford, the great podiatrist, only to find him entertaining one of his patients. Hazel Kreischer was his victim, and when he asked her how her corn was coming along, she told him that it was completely cured, but she would like to know when her toe would grow on again. The next morning I went back to the metro- polis, and tried to find the stenographer that Henry had asked me to send him. I went over to Ruth Milbournls Employment Agency to start my search: Ruth wasn't there, but her chief of staff, Mae Evelyn Miller, found just the girl for Henry. Since I didnyt have to go to work until the next day, I decided to go over to the Roxy to hear Qlive Kimmel give a recital on her overgrown fiddle. That night I was talking to Natalie Iddings about life in Egypt. Nat told me that the worst trouble with Egypt was the shortage of water, lint she had a lot of friends there and didn't have tn worry about that. The last I remember was the big nite cap she gave me. I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth, so one never can tell. Can one? --By George Busang Pug , , 4' .xlN:'fFi'l1

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SENIOR PROPHECY I should like to tell you about the dream I had last night- Since old Don Hayward hired Arlon Haller as his sales manager, my job of selling UI-Iayward's Stratosphere Speedstersn has lost all its glamour, because that old reprobate doesn't care where he sends a poor salesman. For instance, recall the time he sent me down to Mexico City to sell Captain Robert C. Helmer a fleet of Speedsters.', I was glad to see one of the old gang, but just try to sell that guy anything! Hels so tight that he has grown a mole on his neck to keep from buying a collar button. The Captain said he couldn't trust an army in the air anyway. I guess my biggest mistake was when I walked in on the Cap- tain while his secretary, Qpal Kresse, was sitting on his lap. I had some fun, though, because Anna- lee Deal and Orpha 'Iean Preston, at the head of the Theater Guild of America, had made Chink Rice quit producing shows in the United States, and he had come to Mexico. I looked the old boy up and shilled my way into the show, and boy, what a show he had! Bill Kenestrick and his Noisy Swings were on the bill, Marjorie Austin really went to town with the latest songs, and Nancy Irwin was still dancing at the head of the line. Nancy just lost her breach-of-promise suit from Chink, which was lucky for him, because his other suit was in the cleaners. just before the show was over Dick Munk, the head usher, had to throw Charles Hostetter out, because he had eaten too many of Bill Mountz's Condensed Cham- paigne Cough Drops. I was just getting ready to go down to Georgiana Lehnerls Torrid Club, to hear some of Lillian Case's jokes, and to get one of Mary Iillen Hinkley's Blazers, when I received a wave.- o-gram from the boss. That sure stopped my fun that night, and to top it all off, the Speedster blew out a cosmic repulser, and I had to leave it at Quentin Williiinis' repair shop, and take one of those dilapidated old Milk's Transport glances back to New York. NVell . . . you should have I Ill Iiglli-rn seen the excitement on that trip, when Gertrude Yarian, the best saleslady in the whole Mullens and Ananias Gown Establishment, got air sick, and Mary Lea Vetter, the stewardess, tried to make her take one of Anice McLain's Air Settler Stomache Pillsf' It was no wonden she got sick, because the way Herbert Herrick made that plane do the Rumba, had my head doing tailspins. Finally, getting back to New York, Louise Miller, A. H.'s secretary, told me that the old man had gone down to Cuba to fish for sharks, so I started after him on one of the underground burrows of the Vaughn Line. I picked up the Speedster in New Orleans, where Williams had sent it. While I was getting it past the inspectors, who should come along but Margaret Pfaffman, the great movie star, and what was better I sold her a ''Sport-Model-Speedster. That was the only thing that soothed Haller's ire from my losing the Helmer sale, and he told me of a prospect in Buenos Aires, promising that I could look for an- other job, if I bungled this sale. When I got there I found that my prospect was Mr. and Mrs. Kent Curie. Old Kent had finally won the hand of Margaret Nott, and they had established a large rubber plantation. Kent was a hard customer to sell, until he read Douglas Whiteman's write-ups on how Frank Reed had broken the world's speed record, in one of our Speedsters.' Then Kent gave me a good order for some of our heavy jobsg and after a fine week-end at the plantation, I went back to New York. The boss was so pleased that he gave me a month's vacation, and I decided to run out to California to visit Mr. and Mrs. Paul Ellison. Paul was the chief of police in San Francisco, and had taken Valma Gilliland for his wife. He had bought Valma a private library, which was filled with novels written by Betty Eichelbaugh. Valma got all steamed up once while I was there, because she caught Charlie Hern, a cop, in the kitchen with her cook, Juel Raslerg Juel got fired, and Paul demoted Charlie to a beat in Chinatown.

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