Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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Sir ANNI' 15 AILEEN TAYLOR CARL MAST LUCILE ELLIOTT ('lass President II Key Staff 11-1II-IV Annual Staff Ibtsket Rail 111-1 V Athletic Ass'n. Pres. IV Hi-CM Club Senior Dramatics 111 —K— Aileen is a Rood plan-maker: she has devised more ways to raise money for the Athletic Association than was necessary to put it out of debt. Furthermore, she helps execute her own plans. ('lass Secretary II Junior Dramatics Key Staff IV Annual Staff Yell Leader III-TV Secretary Athletic Ass’n. Ill “Hi-Y Club —K— “Mastie” can Ret all the rooters to rooting. As for himself, he hasn't much to say. Junior Dramatics Annual Staff Reading. County Contest IV “HI-CM Club —K— “Lucy.” the gracious and graceful actress and reader, won honors for the school and the gratitude of her fellow students. She will never want for admirers. (Pictures could not he secured) EARL OREENLEY HAROLD DOLPH Raskct ball III-IV Rase ball IV Historical Club IV —K— “Abe” possessed that trait most of us lack—perseverance—and when he set out to do something he stuck to it until he had accomplished it. Historical Club IV —K— Harold is always busy. When not studying, he finds some other useful thing to do.

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= :• — TilB KKV=; CARL CRAMER Valedictorian Key Staff IV Annual Staff Class Historian IV Basket Ball II-I11. Capt. IV Base ball II-III-IV Track III-IV Debating team IV “Hi-Y’ Club Historical Club IV' —K— “Hal” disproves the idea that one cannot be both a Rood athlete and a good student. He has a record in either field that mav well he envied. BERNIECE CRAVENS Class Treasurer II Class Vice President III Key Staff III Annual Staff Junior Dramatics Senior Dramatics “HI-CM” Club Orchestra III-IV Chorus III-IV —K— Berniece never seemed to be blue; if she was no one ever knew it. Next to Lucile Elliott, she could drink more pop than any member of the “Key” staff. WAYNE SWIFT Salutatorlan Junior Dramatics Senior Dramatics Historical Club IV K— Much to his surprise. Wayno found himself loaded down with the Salutatory honors. Next time he will not work so hard. LILY WYATT Historical Club IV —K— Assumed the big task of making up several units of back work, missed because of illness earlier in her course, in addition to her regular Senior work. She managed to use all her time to advantage, finishing in a creditable manner. LAWRENCE EMERSON Key Stafr III Class Vice President II Junior Dramatics Senior Dramatics “Hi-Y” Club —K— “Doug” has many interests from dispensing drugs to selling automobiles. He will never die of a broken heart. HELEN STORY “HI-CM” Club —K— “Helen” is our blooming stenographer and chemistry shark. We expect to find her head “Stenog.” with some big company a few years hence.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY One summer day while walking in the woods, I grew tired and sat down on a rock to rest. As I sat there day-dreaming and looking oft' into space, along came a wee little old man and tapped me on the shoulder. I was surprised that he did not frighten me for lie had a queer, dried-up face. Suddenly in a cracked little voice he said : “Follow me, and immediately trotted down a little path that until now had escaped my eye. At first 1 decided that I would not follow hut my curiosity was so strong that I could not resist. Every few minutes I caught a glimpse of my little guide, so he was evidently staying just ahead of me. On and on we went until 1 was beginning to feel disgusted with myself for following him. Hut finally we stopped before a mammoth cave. “Come on,” he beckoned as he noticed how dubious I looked; so 1 followed. The cave being rather dark, 1 had difficulty in following. At last the man stopped before a little door. “You’ll have to crawl through this,” lie said and immediately scampered through. It wasn’t so easy for me, but when I did get through, I opened my mouth in astonishment; for I was in a miniature land of sunshine. Flowers, palm trees, tiny lakes and vines, were everywhere. But I followed the little man to the edge of the largest of the lakes. It wasn't really a lake; rather a whirlpool which was still for a moment and then surging away again. The little old man said, “Watch it, and obeying him I saw a sight which held my eyes to the spot as though it were a magnet. There was our old schoolmate, Jett Miller, a missionary in Japan. I rubbed my eyes to see if I were dreaming, but no, it was real. The waves washed away the scene. Then I saw a toe dancer come tripping out on the stage. Mildred Baker! of all things! And she had always planned to be a school teacher! The whirl-pool stopped and the scene vanished. After the pool had resumed its surging who should appear but John Rose behind the bars of that famous institution, Sing-Sing. My little friend informed me that John had been given a life sentence for having only 159 units in his Outside Reading while he was in high school. It seemed that the case was brought into the court of which Pauline Ransburg was the judge, Miss Powell being the plaintiff. The vision disappeared. Next the Capitol loomed before me and Cu re Abe Z. Greenly sitting in tin “President’s Private Office.” For the past iwi years he had guided the destiny of this great nation. He was reading the “Angola Morning Mugle.” There in heavy, black type was a picture of our beloved orator, Harold Janes. The account beneath the picture reed as follows: “Hon. Harold Janes, Speaker of the House, breathed his last breath at 1:39 this morning. In delivering an oration on ‘Sunshine and Tempest,’ he choked on a big word and died before it could be dislodged.” This was a great shock to the President and also Berneiee Oavcns who was his private secretary. Harold had resided in the White House for the last two years. The waves washed away the sight. 1 next saw in the pool my o'd classmate, Leon lioness, whom my guide said was now successor to Billy Sunday. He was engaged in earnest conversation with Georgia Parsell, who was playing the stellar role in “Cncje Tom’s Cabin.” I noticed that he was car-