Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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V Ledgar Shank, and the First Lady of the Land, Dorleska Gay. La Mar was a sight for bad eyes, as he stood, tiny cap on head, and wearing a big white apron, telling me the gossip of the White House and of his short turns and encores there. La Mar won many honors in the last war; in fact, he killed four hundred men — he was the cook. He said in the last election, Ledger was given every vote, except one on the prohibition ticket. It is thought this vote, was cast by Dorleska ' s former sweetheart a basket ball player of A. H. S., whom she left when she found Ledgar was running for President. As this picture faded, La Mar was yelling Torrid Canine and Avas making a swan dive for a stray dog as the President had ordered hot dogs for supper. I now saw Harry Klink studying all the dead languages at Yale. He believes in being an up-to-date undertaker. Pop — and I saw a huge bakery on the Free Love Islands. Bonnie Myers was very hard at work putting the holes in the doughnuts. Bonnie always liked dough when a small child. Now came Byrdena Dando, president of a large factory where dresses are being made of banana peelings — so they can easily be slipped on. Snap — and another log was nearly burned away. I was impatient for the rest of the pictures as I knew the fire was beginning to die. In a moment the picture began to come and go as rapidly as before. It took several seconds for this one to form but as it grew brighter I saw Leona Mallory and her .husband Robert Lowther. Robert let Leona do the talking and she told me he made his money selling powdered charcoal to negroes for talcum powder. Robert always had an eye for the darker sides of life. Pop! Bang! Pop! and in the fire I saw again the prison at Sing Sing. I heard a great uproar among the prisoners. Listening very closely I heard a mixed quartette singing to the prisoners, and they were objecting because it wasn ' t a part of their sentence to be compelled to listen to such murdering of the beautiful songs. My attention was drawn to the singers, (and unless my wits have entirely wandered away) there were Velma Quas, Arneta Griffith. Cleo Shoup and Maynard Harter. I drew a sigh of relief. as this picture danced up the chimney in flames. There was gradually formed a picture of Royal Reek and George Yotter as deck hands on a submarine boat. Leon Wilder surprised me most of all. I saw him playing a hand organ in front of a deaf and dumb asylum. The class of ' 27 certainly turned out some fine singers, for I saw Geneva Lewis, Sue Waller, Ruth Somerlott and Wanda Ogden, singing over the radio on the Valencia Hair Raiser Program. They said they received many letters praising their voices. One man wrote: Madame Shuman-Heink ' s voice was fine in her day, but yours are better — still. You even broke my new static eliminator when you sang. Of course, the next picture was Ruth Golden, as a world famed artist. •:■ ■:■ : ■:■

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Senior Class Prophecu I was seated before the fire one blustery night thinking of the days long past. Outside, the wintry wind whistled around the house through the large cedar trees and came roaring down the chimney like a lion after its prey, The large logs in the fireplace snapped and sputtered as they gave out the cheery, dancing flames. As I sat watching the sparks play hide and seek in the spacious chimney, a feeling of supreme happiness came over me, and in my mind ' s eye, 1 imagined I was again hack, forty years ago, in dear old A. II. S.. seeing the same old classmates and friends. While in this frame of mind I saw among the glowing embers a picture, very indistinct at first, and then giowing l.righter, until at hist it assumed life-size proportion. 1 stared in ama .eiiieiit at the seeming phantom. One picture after another appeared, only to pass up the chimney in smoke. Gathering my scattered wits together I saw that they were pictures of my former classmates, but how changed they were since I hail seen them last. I could even hear them talking, while they stopped for a second to give me a glimpse of their present and past life. A log crackled and sputtered, and from the flame arose a picture of the bleak prison at Sing Sing, where I saw Stephen Horn and Milton Olmstead who were there on, charges of bigamy. They were foolish enough to imagine they could control two women at once. This picture faded and a second one took its place. There was Josephine Dilts as a second Galli Curci. She smiled and gave me a lovely bow. as she told me the following in a soft, lisping voice. Lois Golden and I are having our voices cultured in Paris. We are going over after them soon. I have snug in Grand Opera. Grand Haven, and Grand Rapids! I have even broken the record — when I sang in a phonograph. What a goal she has reached! I almost envied her, but then — I now saw, among the coals, Harley Allion as a diamond merchant. He was selling peanuts at the base ball park. I could hear him yelling peanuts! ' in much the same way as he yelled Yea team, tear ' em up! ' at a basket ball game. The next picture to appear was that of Lowell Collins and Roy Bodie as great musicians. They, too, lingered a little while to tell me of their adven- tures. Lowell, who always loved to explain, told me they had even played in Sousa ' s Hand once — once was enough! They have both been married but are now divorced. They say it costs more to get a divorce than to get married. hut it is worth more. Could it he possible? Yes, there was Tubby -Douglas as drummer boy in the Salvation Army. When the army charged he took his drum — and beat it. I closed my eyes for a second, and on opening them, saw that the scene had shifted to a steamer in mid-ocean. On it was Russel Miller going to Switzerland for his lungs. What a strange place to leave them! But Russel was always such a forgetful person. In the next picture I saw La -Mar Luck as chief cook for the President.

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•:• She said she was going to Italy where she would take up the painting of famous musicians. Lucille Metzgar is president of a large firm, Ketchem and Cheatum. Marguerite Wyatt and Wava Shuman are working for her putting the dots on dominoes. They work in the double bank department. There was only a small flame now and I knew my pictures eould not last much longer. Could it be that the fire would not last long enough for me to see the rest of my classmates? But no, it came again. I saw Raymond Sutton as Superintendent of Angola High School and Kci th Ilemery, Principal with Ruth Haywood as their Secretary. Raymond and Kenneth have all Kinds of money now — they are coin collectors. Aim! her burst of flame and 1 beheld Albert Cramer as a rival of Gene Tunney. ll was his wife, Princess Ewets, who in in the next picture told me Albert received his inspiration to be a boxer playing basket ball on the A. H. S. team. The fire was almost out and I knew there eould be but one more picture. Wlio of my former classmates had not appeared in the flame? Sputter, sputter. and our old class president, Ora German, smiled at me from the dying fire. With a nod and a good-bye he stepped aside and introduced his wife. Her ace was also Familial ' . Ora, still modest, urged her to tell the tale they knew wished to hear. This is what I heard. Ora now owns the Ginnivan Dramatic lompany. The training they received in the Dramatic Club had been a great lelp to them. T.hey are starring in the play Married Men Make the Best Insbands. They were very happy and enjoy acting very much. They waved rood bye and were gone. As the picture vanished and the last remaining flame went out, I was done in the darkness, with only the memories of high school days. —IRENE PATTERSON, 27. .