Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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minutes, Joe told me that Lois Kiser was working as their secretary and that they had an estabhshed law firm in this city. Who could have predicted this back in ' 41? I walked over to the desk to register and it was here that I recognized the clerk to be Hal May. He told me that the hotel manager was Ernest Pence and that Ednamae Eastburn was in charge of the dining room. I told Hal I ' d see him later and went up to my room. After I had freshened up a little, 1 decided to take in a few of the sights of New York. As I was walking down the street I noticed the enormous building called Rocke- feller Center. I had heard so much about this building that I decided to go in and see it. As I entered the door I immediately spied a beautiful painting hanging on the wall and who should be the painter but Harriet Carver! I walked across the huge room to the elevators and to my great surprise heard Lavon Wells yelling, Up, please! Lavon an elevator boy! Who would ever have thought this of him? Getting into the crowded elevator, I suddenly became aware of two people talking rather loudly behind me. I turned and saw that it was Kerger Gartner and Gerald Deller. They were partners in an insurance business and had their otfices in this building. Who would ever have expected that Kerg and Buzz would be insurance salesmen? I got off on the tenth floor and as I went down the hall I stopped in front of a huge door, the sign reading — Dr. Kimsey Dole, D. D. S. Well, I saw where Kimmy had come through with his high school ambition to be a dentist. I stepped inside the door and was greeted by Secretary Dorothy Mielke. I sat down to wait for the doctor, but not for long, because in a few minutes Lucinda Sopher came through the door of Kimmy ' s inner office. Lucinda told me that she was the dietician in the St. Joseph Hospital here in the city. She also informed me that Marj ' ann Hicks was the superintendent of nurses here and that Willadene Slick was working as her assistant. She asked me to have dinner with her and said that she ' d wait until I ' d seen Kimmy. Finally my turn came and I was shown into the inner office. I stayed but a few minutes and then re- joined Lucinda. Again I was in the elevator and went up to the sixteenth floor to the Sky Cafe. We were met my the head waiter. Jack Green, who because we were old classmates of his, gave us the best table. We had just been seated and had ordered our dinner when the floor show began, the music being furnished by a famous colored orchestra and the featured dancer was Willa Beard. While we were eating we noticed three boys dressed in United States Army Air Corps uniforms. We certainly were surprised to see that it was Robert Hanselman, Dale Ireland, and Robert Fisher, members of the class of ' 41. They said that Miriam Simpson had signed up to be an ambulance driver for the Army also. As we left the Sky Cafe and descended in the elevator, I bade Lucinda good-bye and started back to my hotel. On the way I bought a newspaper and noticed the headlines to blare out — Rose and Thompson Begin Voyage, I read farther and discovered that Duane Rose and Raymond Thompson had become two very famous explorers and were just starting another trip to the Unknown Continent. No one ever thought back in ' 41 they would be doing this. I finally reached my hotel, went up to my room and got ready for bed. As I lay there I thought to myself, wouldn ' t the teachers back at Angola High be surprised at the class of ' 41 of today? -MARTHA GEORGE. Pa e Twentv-nine

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,vu £e on a {.vato- inep It was June 4, 1951, when 1 entered the airport terminal at San Francisco to purchase a ticket for my trip to New York City, on the new Strato-hner S-1941. To m) ' great surprise whom should I find to be the chief ticket agent, but my old school- mate of ' 41, Harold Nelson. He told me that June White was working for him as his secretar) and that the chief pilot and co-pilot on the new Strato-liner were Warren Andrews and Harry Mote, respectively. I found that I had several hours to pass before my plane was due, so I decided to take a walk. As I was going down the street, I heard someone call to me. I turned and saw that it was JoAnn London. She told me she was doing social welfare work and that she was just on her way to the beauty salon that was recently opened by Maxine Dunham and Ruby Bohnger. She also informed me that Robert Tiffany and Johnny Erwin owned a very profitable men ' s store here in the city. Nice going, boys! It was finally about time for my plane to arrive so I bid JoAnn good-bye and started back to the terminal. As I was walking down the street I met Evelyn German and Marian Orewiler. Evelyn told me that her husband was working in San Francisco, and that they had been living here since she was graduated from high school. Marian was in San Francisco visiting her. She was working in Denver, Colorado, for an in- surance agency. It certainly did seem good to see so many of my old schoolmates again. Just as I reached the terminal, my plane arrived. I recognized the air stewardess to be June Fanning. She was just getting off duty and another schoolmate of mine, Roberta Hanna, was just going on. I was finally on the plane and seated comfortably when I noticed a very charming young lady in the seat next to me. I recognized her to be another high school class- mate of ' 41. It was Nancy Fisher. She was on her way to New York to sing at the Silver Slipper Nite Club where Baxter Oberhn and his orchestra were playing. We naturally began talking about our high school pals an d she told me that while she was in San Francisco she had run across Nancy Eisele modeling in a very exclusive dress shop, in which Inez McBride and Connie Brane were designers. She also told me that Evelyn Walter was married to a very rich bank executive and that Betty Nisonger was working as his secretar) ' . After Nancy and I had talked for some time, we decided to have dinner. As we walked into the dining room, we were surprised to see Betty Myers, Leanc Kling, Marian Champion and Margaret Munn all sitting at a table. They had got on the plane at the last stop. Betty was enroute to Boston, where she was working as a commercial artist and Leane was a librarian in the Carnegie Public Librar)- at Trenton, New Jersey. Marian and Margaret were returning to their tearoom at New Haven, Connecticut, where they had established a very profitable business. While we were still eating, the stewardess told us we would be in New York soon; so we hurriedly finished and went to the window to get a glimpse of the skyline. After we had landed I bade my friends good-bye and went to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. It was here that I saw Joe Holderness and James Rowe. They were attending a lawyers ' convention which was being held in this hotel. After we had been chatting a few Page Twenty-eight

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ixtn : vea{. — ven ' b There have been six gro.it events in the history of this world. The first was the appearance of Adam and Eve. The second was the rise of King Tut. The third was the death of JuHus Caesar. The fourth was the crossing of the Atlantic by Columbus. The fifth was the reign of Jack Dempsey. And the sixth was the entrance of the Class of 1941 into Angola High School. Of these, the first five were of minor importance. Adam and Eve, I believe, are now dead; King Tut is in a museum; Julius Caesar has been eclipsed by Mussolini; Columbus has moved to Ohio; and Jack Dempsey is a faded cauliflower. But the class of 1941 not onty is history but is still makmg histoiy. On September S, 1937, fifty-nine frightened freshmen crept unhesitatingly through the portals of Angola High School. What instruments of torture might be awaiting us we did not know; from the dungeon horrors of medieval England and the guillotine of France, to the electric chair of modern America, we suspected and ex- pected everything. Thirty-two meek girls huddled into one group and twenty-seven humble boys (There was no chivalry in our class in those days) huddled into another. Those stern, heartless teachers scared us by voicing nothing beyond the ordinary direc- tions. That pack of reprobates, the sophomores, also scared us by saying anything they could think of that might have a dampening effect on our ardor and to discourage our ambition to become educated so that we might .;ll become presidents of the United States. In spite of all this we prospered during that first year. Little by little our greenness wore off, and our true, intelligent natures began to assert themselves. At the end of the freshman year, eight of our members fell by the wayside. They were Ted Cool, Alice Demaline, Vivian Henry, John Herl, Paul Orwig, John Pristas, James Rowe and Darlyene Naskale. Some of them moved away and others with a truly generous spirit decided that the re were enough of us to become great without their assistance and that they would rather live happily in the bliss of ignorance than to wallow along in the sorrows of knowledge. Or perhaps it was when they learned that Alexander Hamilton left school at nine years and finally became Secretary of the Treasury ' that they decided against the evils of further education. The remaining fifty- two of us survived the various tasks set before us by those whose work was the creating of geniuses, and came back in the fall of 193 8 with the rank of sophomore. To our class roll were added the names of five new students, Wandalee Abel, Warren Andrews, Dale Ireland, Leane Kling and Dorothy Mielke. During that second year it took the combined efl ' orts of all our teachers, and the juniors and seniors to keep us properly squelched. In our new wisdom we wanted to symbolize the revolt of modern youth. It was during that year that some of the boys in the class began to discover that the girls in the class were human beings, and were interesting; and likewise, a few of the feminine members discovered that a little smile is a dangerous thing. But it was not until our junior year that there developed any really serious love affairs. Page Thirty