Nappanee High School - Napanet Yearbook (Nappanee, IN)

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SENIOR PROPHECY (Continued) act. They just got back from a tour of Europe and I hear Hitler made them dance more than once — to bullets? Turning my gaze to another smoldering ember. I seem to be sitting in front of the radio, and as I turn the dial I hear the fa- miliar voice of that super snooper, MAX WEAVER. Max is a great sports broadcaster too. Flash! MR. LOWELL McCUEN, the coach at Southern California, is helping his wife knit their fourth little set of sweaters and booties, and they are not for the British aid. Scoop! What well-known widow is out on the hunt for a fourth husband, none other than MILDRED STUMP. Her last victim died of ptomaine poisoning after Millie found out he had been double-crossing her in Lees- burg. Having heard of a few of my old class- mates, I turn a dial and hear a voice saying, Good Morning everyone. This is your Aunt ISABELLE FLETCHER bringing to you an- other program of Tasty Tidbits to Serve. Now I turn my gaze to another ash and I see once again Broadway, and with his name in lights is that sheik ROLLAN SPONSELLER. I hear it is his fourth trip east to thrill the girls. He must enjoy being mobbed by wom- en, but then what man wouldn ' t? Changing my gaze to a smoldering ember I see a field, and walking along the fence is EVERETT RUMMEL; he has just been rec- ognized for his marvelous invention which helps the housewife considerably. It ' s a pea pod with zipper fasteners on, thus reducing the time to shell peas. Glancing over to a heap of smoldering em- bers I see a school building and upon enter- ing the Home Economics Room I recognize the teacher as DOROTHY MALCOLM. She even mixed up her solutions well in Chemis- try so undoubtedly she is a whiz with food es- sentials. From there I start down the hall and meet the new English teacher PHYLLIS STUMP, who is having a flirtation with a mailman in this city. That seems to be a way with English Teachers. The baseball coach here proves to be BERNARD STOUDER, and I hear he has lots of tricks up his sleeves left over from high school. In the ember over there I see a stadium and a professional basketball game is going on. The main attraction is that Hoosier Hot- shot, RICHARD PIPPEN. He keeps making such funny faces there on the bench. Glancing over to a smoking ash I see a la- boratory, and according to the papers it is the haven of the modern Einstein, I know him! It is WILFRED WISE. At the moment lie is attempting to invent a dripless ice so all icemen can call on housewives without leav- ing any incriminating evidence. In the heap of smoking ashes over there I see a dog sled just reaching the North Pole; it is those three well-known explorers, LaMAR WARREN. GERALD THOMAS and RICH- ARD GEORGE. I hear that Thomas is hav- ing a flirtation with an Eskimo and may settle down in an igloo, while the other two are busy catching seals to give a fur coat to their girls in Bremen, Etna Green, etc. Glancing over to a dying ember I see a smartly dressed woman leaving a Fifth Avenue store, it is WILMA HAMMAN. She just finished her most famous dress design. It is an all over print with grapefruit, oranges and all types of groceries gayly colored. She claims to have gotten her idea from walking through a Lloyd ' s Trading Post. I wonder if she gets any other ideas from walking through there? Changing my gaze to another smoldering ash I see a beauty salon, and it is operated by PHYLLIS METZLER. At the moment she is beautifying DARLENE HANEY, who is now the Singing Lady on the Kellog hour. In the pile of ashes over there I see a trans- atlantic airplane landing at San Francisco, California, and getting off the plane is GEN- ERAL RICHMOND, (and I thought sure John ' s flat feet would keep him out of the army). He is out here to get a glimpse of Hollywood. Behind him is that glamor girl, ARLENE BIGLER. She is out here to sign a

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SENIOR PROPHECY 1 955 The world has gone through a lot of changes, but holidays are still remembered. The Fourth of July is here again signifying Independence — for how long? An impres- sing display of fire works is being held. The men who are preparing the display appear on the field, lighting another exhibition, and as it bursts into flame it is a blazing American flag. I stare at the brilliant colors and as the flames die down and the ashes crumble I see one by one my classmates emerge from the smoking embers. In the distance I see a great city and in flashing lights is that world-known newspaper. The Daily Snooper, owned and operated by BOB STUMP of my old class. Mr. Stump ' s right-hand assisant is that key-hole peeper. JEANNE MISHLER. She always was a whiz on stories — most any kind ! I see also a busy corner and standing in the midst of the traffic is none other than SERGEANT YARIAN waving his billy club at intervals. At last he can exercise his love of fighting, in the name of the law. Glancing over to another smoldering ember. I see a ladder and at the top stands a hand- some, muscular fellow driving nails into a W. P. A. project. I recognize this fellow to be HARRY MIDDLETON. Poor fellow, he seems to be having a terrible time supporting his wife, PEG SEGHRIST and their three lit- tle West Pointers. Gazing at the smoke curling skyward I see a Broadway theater, and featured this evening is that glamorous CAROLYN GENTZHORN in the stage version of ' ' Seven Sins. Ah ! at last she has them numbered. Walking on down the lighted street I come to the entrance of the Metropolitan Opera. Some inside force pushes me into the house, and there on the stage, flooded with footlights. I behold swing- ing. Carmen ' s ANNIE STUCKMAN. I hear that tonight is her last performance until she ties the knot with some Indiana playboy. Looking off to the left at a dying ash. I see a large broadcasting station, and at the microphone is JOHN DOYLE. He ' s sponsor- ing the Missing Heirs program now. I al- ways did think John would find something missing. Glancing over to a burning ember I see a dapper dressed fellow leaving M. G. M. Goodness! It ' s TOM WEGMILLER. I hear he has a body-guard to protect him from the women, or is it to protect the women from him? Turning my gaze to another crumbling ash I see the Rocky Mountains, and winding its way along a narrow path is a pack team, and leading the mules is a tall, muscular fellow. Why. its LaMAR METZLER. I always did hear the Colorado climate did things for a person and its certainly stretched Metz. Changing my gaze to another ember I see a carnival, and immediately my eyes are fas- tened on a poster displaying a picture of a lion tamer. I recognize the fellow as BILL MUNTZ. Poor lions, if Bill is half as mean with them as he was with Mr. Foulke in Chemistry. The strong man with the carnival proves to be FRED STRANG, and it is no wonder; he was musclebound in 41. Over at the baseball pitching stand I see BILL STRAUSS. It s somewhat the same job Bill had in school, only instead of bowling pins, he is setting up milk bottles. Looking over to a smoking heap of ashes I see a well-known night club, and upon enter- ing I notice the hat-check girl is ETHEL GOULD. Ethel did have a strange aptitude for checking and doubly so. I recognize some chorines in the dance routine. There is HELEN MOORE. MAXINE MOYER. (to think that they are still together after all these years) and BETTY MILLER. The word is going around that all three have million- aire playboys on the string. Nice going girls. The proprietor is none other than AMOS SHEETS, and I thought he would be a minis- ter! Mr. Sheets has a specialty with his regular show this evening. It is the SE- GHRIST SISTERS doing a song and dance Twenty

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SENIOR PROPHECY (Continued) contract with United Artists to play ' Mazie parts. The pilot is HO ' ARD KURTZ, with MERVIN MILLER as co-pilot. Both should be good aviators; they drove cars as if they were flying low. In that smoldering ember I see the San Francisco harbor and the fleet ' s in! All the girls are down to meet the sailors. There is OLIVE HUFF, who is a telephone operator, VERDA HEPLER. who is a night club en- tertainer. JEAN SCHELL. a stenographer. CHARLOTTE SLABAUGH, a tap dancer, and ESTHER HUFFMAN, who is doing a grass skirt dance at the Hawaiian club owned by RICHARD AVENMARG. Richard leads his Hawaiian music too, but not in a grass skirt. ell. here come the sailors; I recognize TOM HOUSOUR. and OLIVER STUTZMAN. Fll bet they both have girls in every port. At least Housour had one in every grade in high school. Glancing over to another ash I see a hos- pital, and I recognize a nurse coming towards me, it is ELOISE STAHLEY. She tells me she is working for a Quack whose name is LAMAR CLOUSE. The dietitian in the hos- pital is LOIS X ' AGNER. and it seems she eats her own cooking and is one of the hos- pitals chief patients, too. Changing my glance to another smoldering ember, I see a newspaper stand and on the front page is a big picture of All-American HAROLD COPSEY. It seems he pulled a blunder and ran 85 yards the wrong way. That is Slug, all right, of the class of 41. Turning the pages to the society section I see that the debutante. REATHA DUMPH. has ac- cepted an advertising job for Welsh ' s Grape- juice. She is to be an example of Welsh ' s re- ducing power. Glancing over to a flickering flame I see a black limousine cruising down a busy street. the chauffeur is GORDON McCORMICK. I should have known from the way he handled the car. The passengers in the car are two prominent men — JAMES OSBORNE, a noted architect whose hobby is designing those half moons we see on W. P. A. projects, the other is LaMAR ' EAVER, the drug-store magnate. LaMar has succeeded in his work and now owns three-fourths of the Rexall stores in the U. S. Glancing over to another smoldering ember I see a music conservatory, and standing there with her glasses down on the end of her nose is CHARLOTTE LAMB. She is super- visor of the institution. Glancing over a heap of ashes. I see an of- fice building and inside taking dictation on her boss ' s knee is ISABELLE RENSBERGER. She got her shorthand experience in high school, but I don ' t know about the knee-sit- ting. Turning my gaze to a smoldering ember I see the New York Harbor and there standing on the dock waiting for the ship to India is LaFERNE HOCHSTETLER. She is going to India to marry Mahatma Gandhi. ' ell, even if she isn ' t getting much of a man. she can spend his money and enjoy it. Beside her is JEAN HARTER, a model at Saks, Fifth Avenue, who is smartly dressed in a red and white ensemble. Imagine, t he old school colors of Goshen. I hear someone behind me loudly exclaim, and as I turn to see what is so breath-taking I seem to come out of my dream as quickly as the giant skyrocket flashes in the sky. It has been a real sensation to visualize my classmates, and I return my thoughts and mind to the rest of the celebration. Phyllis Kurtz.