Moore Township High School - Owl Yearbook (Farmer City, IL)

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DIDDDHECY and our mutual attention is riveted upon the looks of a blond model who is introduced to us casually as a fellow American, Gretchen Feld- mann-a small world! She insists on entertaining us for the evening, and as a surprise calls a familiar phone number, and up pops Lelia Hale. She is a new Lelia, much slimmer, more dignified, and of course trailed by the omni- present Bob Tagu.e. Bob is the vocal attraction at the newest Paris night club. After leaving Camill again in the Alps, I get up early and leave for home. As fellow passengers, I have two of the foremost geneolo- gists of the day, Albert Ward and Jerry Johnston. They have been touring Africa for the Metropolitan Museum. We part in New York, after they tell me that Mary Murphy and Irene Lientz are both in Brooklyn, Irene being a private secretary for a well-known stock broker, and Mary tutor for his small son. I arrive at home at last, only to find letters from Areta Jackson and Reynale Kendall. Rita is married to the proprietor of a chain store, and Duke sweeps out the Chicago Theatre-for exercise only- he owns it, you know. Janet Vance is selling tickets for Duke, and Lu- cille Michael is a frequent attendant at his shows-when she can spare the time from her exporting business-who said a woman couldn't do a man's work? I read in the papers frequently of the Hensley brothers, Cleo be- ing a professional football player, and Ray a popular wrestler. Glenna Wheeles is teaching a cou.ntry school near her home, and whose little boy is that I see coming down the paved country road ? It looks like--it can't be .... And WGN is signing off for the evening -Happy Dreams -Ho hum, travelogue programs always get mc down-look-it's 3 o'clock. Happy dreams to you, Seniors! 5 DWI. Page Twenty three

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IDIQCDHECY Gee, hasn't this been a wonderful day, or rather a wonderful eve- ning. That banquet was the finest I ever attended, and the dance-Oh, Oh! I'm so worked up I could sit here and think till morning. At that, our high school days are about over, as Prof said. Perhaps we all will never meet again-Who knows, maybe l will get to travel around the wlorld by 1950. Imagine that big passenger plane droning out over Long Island. The motor has a contented sound. That assistant pilot has a familiar look-especially that thatch of ragged hair-it looks just like-Gene? Willie Something or Other? No-I have it-Fuzz Kendall. And so it is. We have a grand chat, and he tells me that the hostess on a sister-ship is a friend of mine-Yes, it is Hope Reeser. We arrive in England, and I meet Bob Jackson, our foreign min- ister, and he takes me to lunch in the duckiest place I have ever seen. We dance to the music of a hot-cha leader who turns out to be, under the magic wand of coincidence, none other than Frank Parret. B.ob's inseparable. Along comes my old pal, Helene Frank, now married to the best looking millionaire in Paris. I hop another plane to Belgium, and a birdie tells me that Audrey Hamrick and Virginia Kemplin were married to, respectively, a blond Dutch farmer and a steel wiorks foreman. Our guide points out to us the largest primary school in the province, and tells us it is taught by our own Evangeline Houser. Elsie Newton, Alice Powell and Hilda Reeser are keeping busy taking care of the best dressmaking shop ever opened in New Amsterdam. Ruth Newberry is their conhdential sec- retary, and is she swamped with work! In Denmark, my next stop, I meet Mel Dunn, now happily married to Marie Bosserman and working as Bell-hop on a Channel Cruiser. In Sweden I find Martha Kendall and Camilla Luck skiing in the mountains and having the time of their lives on their annual vacations. We hop on to Russia. We canlt iind anything of interest for a few days-I say we because Camilla joins me on the remainder of the jour- ney--until we obtain a visit with the premier, and find Ruby Bates in- structing him in the gentle art of Ping-Pong. Janet Bear is the dietician for the prime minister's pet pooch-what a job! Back again to France, I happen on to Irene Williams, who is play- ing chase-me with a handsome Italian count. We take a shopping tour, THEI Page Twenty-two

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JUNIDIQS Row: Richard Curtis, John Curtis, Lloyd Sievers, John G. McCord, Dee Fuller, Clayton Edwards, John Weedman, Doris Etcheson, Pauline Calhoun, Mildred Sawyer, Mildred Walden, Ralph Huff, Hobart Buchanan, Henry Harper, Dean Schmitz, Paul Smith, Ken- neth Meliza, Joe Schilling, Harry Sparks. Top Second Row: Miss Ziegler, Lucille Dill, Eloise Rous, Hazel Frye, Irene Bealor, Mildred Johnson, Hilda Hall, Dorothy Ready, Mary Stea- gall, Alta Sparrow, Dorothea Ruckman, Pauline Snow, Lucille Grimes, Opal Lawson, Kathryn Walsh, Helen Henry, Dorothy Gil- lespie, Lois Moreland, Stanley Cathcart, James Kirby, Mr. Roberts. Third Row: George Reeser, Ronald Holoch, Dorothy Edwards, Anna r Bosserman, Mary Grimes, Eileen Dawson, Evelyn Mae Faris, Jeanne Milton, Carold Lugibill, Elizabeth Bennett, Mary Irene Curtis, Edith Larry, Marianna Severson, June Swigart, Richard Lukens, Francis Miller. Bottom Row: Bill Hiorr, Russel Amdor, Edwin Murphy, Eddie Vance, Francis Gettel, Eugene O'Neal, Morris Reeder, George W. Bailey, Richard Watson, Eugene Wood. THEI Page Twenty-four