Antioch Community High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Antioch, IL)

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Pnormcr Ccon't.j his wife. bmy, Donna Babe Lasco picked up the Killer and threw him back: shouting, You can have him . A gasp came from behind me. I turned to find Dallas Karolius, owner of the Karolius Telephone Company, and Virginia Gaa, now a house- wife and mother, seated behind me. Next to Dallas sat Helen Winfield and her husband. Harry Shank. Harry and Helen both are teachers at A.T.H.S. now. Next to Virginia sat Bill Morris and Bob Keulman, partners on the operation of the Honest B's Used Car Lot. I returned to the fight to witness the end of the third round. There was to be a brief intermission while JoseyhJoe's Hot Licks env tertained the crowd. JoseyHJoe Cosgrove led his band into the ring. Two of the meth bers were old friends - Pres Bratrude and Ken Mattson. This band was really going places, I had heard, and I found m self wishing they would. They were terrible! To take my mind off the noise coming from the ring, I again looked around at the crowd. There down the aisle came the great movie actor, Gordon Gebhardt, and his beautiful wife, Dolores Miller. Margaret was right in there to get a picture. Logan Lundgren, sole owner of the Lundgren Dairies, and his wife, the former Virginia Ostrander, sat with the Crawford's. Mrs. Craw- ford was the former Joan Conrad. Joan has been driving a bus on Lavoid's bus lines. Lavoid got tired of paying so much out in bus fare, so he bought the bus lines. I suddenly realized that I had been missing the rest of the fight. I turned back to the ring just in time to hear Ralph declare Bone Crusher the winner. The Killer was limping from the ring on the arm of his doctor. Who would ever have believed that little James Hairrell could beat huge Whitey Kuligowski? Hell, no one can tell what will hap- pen in the future.

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29. rophec Have you ever been to a wrestling match? o? Well then, accompany me to one you can't afford to miss. The huge arena was packed to capacity. The clamor of the crowd was deaf- ening. I slowly stumbled down the aisle in a frantic search for my seat. My foot slipped and I found myself sprawled at the feet of a couple who seemed strangely familar. No wonder, they were Cliff Bartlett and his enchanting wife, the former Arlene Malm. Cliff helped me to my feet and explained that he and Arlene had just opened a novelty shop in Antioch. I promised I would drop in soon and then hurried on my way. As I entered the row of seats behind the radio anouncers, I heard a voice calling in the background, 'Peanutsi Popcorn! Get them while they're hot!!' I turned, seeking a glimpse of the owner of the voice and was astonished to find that it belonged to none other than Earl Brabandt. He was working here trying to strengthen his voice for his new operatic role. Finally, settled in my seat, I gazed around at the people surrounding the ring. Directly accross from me sat Pat Anderson, who had just returned from doing missionary work in China, and her very able co-worker, Marvin Muleski. Suddenly everything snapped into action. The announcer, who sat directly in front of me, announced the beginning of the main event--Bone Crusher Hairrell vs. Killer Kuligowski. I was startled when I discovered on closer inspection that the announcer was my old school mate, Ernie January. The fighters entered the ring amid the cries of the crowd. Their mana- gers were with them. Don Holem proved to be Bone Crusher's manager. The suave man-about-town, Bob Kraft, was Killer's manager. I had heard that Bob became interested in wrestling after he got bored counting his millions. His wife, Adele Risch, back in our school days, sat at the ringside nervously twisting her handkerchief. It has been rumored that Adele also has made mill- ions in the field of advertising. One of her biggest accounts is that of Ed Kania, now a famous dress designer. Ed's wife, the former Gloria Brisson, serves as his main inspiration and model. Flash bulbs made sudden blinding lights, and it was a few minutes before I could see that the pictures were being taken by Margaret Anderson, head pho- tographer on her husband's paper. Warren Wells has really made a great suc- cess of the 'Antioch Bugle.' I noticed that the fighters had also brought along their doctors. Bone Crusher's doctor was none other than Shirley Vos. Her assistant, Margaret Runyard, looked very capable in her charming white uniform. Killer's doctor proved to be Bob Thompson. His wife, the former Clarice Schultz, sat with Adele Risch at the fingside. Clarice has now become a very famous mortician. She and Bob work hand in hand. The Killer's wife sat on the other side of Clarice. I was startled to see that she was the former Alice Olsen. Alice's hairdo was really extraordinary. I was sure she must have had her hair done at Dorothy Thompson's Beauty Salon. Dorothy has been creating hair styles for the movies. By this time the fight had started. I sat on the edge of my seat and yelled with the rest of the crowd. Often the referee had to part the fighters. Were my eyes deceiving me, or was the referee Ralph Gresens? Yes, it was! Bone Crusher picked the Killer up and swung him madly above his head. He shouted, 'Here, Honeyt' and threw the Killer from the ring and into the lap of fCont'd. Page 501

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