Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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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-

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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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= ANNTAL=' = 17 ♦ rying two books under liis arm; oik was “IIow to Grow Old Gracefully,” by Helen Storey, and the other, “The Art of Staying Thin,” by Mildred Sellers. The setting of the picture changed. Theodore Wood came galloping into the scene on his horse, followed by liis wife, who was our one time class-mate, Vivienne Shuman. They were closely followed by Lay re nee Emerson and his bride, who was formerly Vellie Hunt. It seemed they were spending their honeymoon with their old friends. The scene followed them to a carnival. Entering the grounds the first thing that caught their attention was a large sign on which was printed; See Russell Jackson—heavy weight champion of the world. Walking on Lawrence exclaimed, “Why, there’s Hal Cramer; I'd know him in a million. “Hey! Cramer, what are you doing here?” “Well. I'll be---if it isn't Dug,” said Hal. Of course they made the most of this opportunity by talking of each other and also of their old friends. Ilal had .just returned from a visit to Indiana. While in Metz he had been entertained at the home of the mayor Laurence Wheaton, who had lately married the business woman of the A. II. S., Aileen Taylor. The ceremony was performed by the Rev. Carl Mast, a noted evangelist. Hal had also visited the “Swift” Hospital, of Summit, Indiana, where Wayne Swift and Roy Shoup were the surgeons. The scene of the carnival vanished and in its place came the Angola Fair Grounds. As I glanced over the crowd in the grand stand 1 heard Ralph Anspaugh yelling at the top of his voice, “lee cream cones, 5 cents. Then I noticed two people enter the stand who looked strangely familiar. When 1 heard someone say, “There comes Mr. and Mrs. Morley, I remembered Lueile Elliott, who had won so many laurels in A. II. S„ and Bayne, who had always been so prejudiced against the gymnasium. My attention was now attracted to a stage before the stand. There were Marvin Allion and Adah Mc-Dormand, doing acrobatic stunts! In the Exhibit Hall was a booth very prettily decorated in orange and white. I was surprised to see Ruth Burns, crossed entirely in white, demonstrating the famous “Burns’ Freckle Cream. 'i'llis scene gradually faded. On the race track at Indianapolis there appeared an automobile race. On inquiry 1 found that Ralph Williamson was driving one of the new “Iloagland Super Twelve” racers. Wayne Adams was the mechanic. 1 also noticed Freida Burkhalter Maxton and Martha Anspaugh, her maid, as they left the grand stand. I asked my little old friend beside me, if he knew anything about the rest of my old classmates, and immediately the whirlpool brought forth another view. Hugh Harmon was waiting for a train in a railroad station in Fort Wayne. He picked up the “Youth’s Companion” and the “Fort Wayne Journal-Gazette” and started to read. 1 was amazed when I saw at the top of the “Youth’s Companion.” Editor—Eloise Willis. I also learned from Myrtle Frazier, the ticket agent, that Eloise had bobbed her hair. As Hugh then took up the “Gn ,tte, I noticed on the Woman's Rage these words: “Letters to Lovers and Others” by Allee Miller. She had remained unmarried all these years so of course she knew a great deal about lovers. When ! asked about Hugh, 1 learned that he was on his way to Purdue University since he had lately acquired the position of athletic director there. Wauneta Doudt suddenly entered the station and purchased a ticket. I ' as curious to know what Wauneta had been doing since graduation, so 1 went over and talked to her. She told me she was starting for Ft. Sumner, New Mexico, where she had been called to coach the play, “Fifty-Fifty.” I walked outside with her for the train was almost ready to leave. Horrors of horrors! There was Lilly Wyatt in her uniform—a conductor! Will 1 ever get over all these surprises, I thought. Then I gave a start, for as I opened my eyes I again saw the trees and the big rock on which I had sat down to rest. Then it was all a dream! BERXEICE CRAVENS RATLINE RANSBTRG