Attica High School - Crimson Yearbook (Attica, IN)

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IDEAL G Bannon's ability Brady's self-confidence Blaker's complexion Coate's height Cripe's ring Franklin's mouth Hanneris earnestness Hurst's personality Knowles' throat Larson's simplicity Means' clothes A. Mi1ler's hair M. Miller's teeth Minnick's laugh Neal's Wit Newmark's friends Oakley's unconcern OLtinger's figure Phelps, eyes Summers' posture Stucker's nose Thayer's sweetness V 1 MARY G. KNOXVLES- A modest, gentle maiden, not seeking notice in the jostlingp crowd. A. H. S. 4 years: Coui'se-Cmn- mercial. MAX DALE MONTGOMERY-''Study is a drezwy thing: I wish l knew the remedy. A. H. S. 4 yezirsg llunrso-Slmpg Trrlck, 1, 2: Fuotlmll Manager, 1. GEORGE FZUUK- I llke Rn-honl-:ill but the classes. A. H. S. 4 years: Cnnrse-Slmn, BARBARA MARY SUMMERS- XVl1y ru-en't they all content like I? A. H. S., 4 yearsg C'u1n'se--C'nmmer0ial: G. A. A., 2, 3. 2 IDEAL BOY Boys' personality B1ickenstaff's athletic ability Brown's eyes Buck's self-coniidence Crays' height Da1bey's ability Hurych's position Irwin's physique Johnson's cars Kirkman's complexion Montgomery's technique Pattengale's wit Peek's teeth Shaffer's pipe Sike's uniform Slauter's hair Van Laere's conservativeness Wilson's mouth Wisma'5 faithfulness we eww. +... - e.---.- -

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all ' I 'Hr Class Prophecy Glancing toward the calendar, the huge black letters, May, 1950, seemed as a reminder to me that it had been six years ago that we were proudly accepting our diplomas and stepping off into the world to meet responsibilities by ourselves. To satisfy my curiosity as to the fate of the class of '44, I warmed up my heliocopter and prepared to make a tour of the country to see how the world had treated my classmates. I first drove into the Sinclair Service Station to have my tank filled and was surprised to find the attendant was Jim Wilson, and his wife, Anne Miller, was buzzing by on J im's motorcycle. Going next to Washington, D. C., I found General William Sikes in command of our air force. In an office next to his I found the sign reading: Oiiice of Postmaster-General Homer Dalbey. Having visited with them a few hours, I realized it was getting late, so decided to attend the theater. On the way to the theater, a freight train rumbled through town and I caught a glimpse of Avis Coate hanging from the open door of the box car. Swiftly, I remembered that Avis had been undecided as to her fu- ture when she was a senior. As a means of support, when I reached the theater, I leaned against a pillar long enough to catch my breath, but glancing toward the stage I met even greater shock. There on the stage was Warren Crays perform- ing on the Major Bowes program. Warren was imitating dive bombers and machine guns and being rewarded the gong, but an applause for effort. After the show, I turned into the Stork Club to get a refreshing drink. There I found the top name band of the year playing--Bob Brown and his Melodious Morons. The Morons were just getting hot when a jittering couple fell, causing quite an uproar. An ambulance was called and when it arrived, I was surprised to see Dr. Bill Irwin, accompanied by nurse Marilyn Miller, step out of the ambulance to administer first aid to the couple whom I immediately recognized as my classmates, Peggy Means and Horner Peek. They told me that some of my other classmates were being featured in a professional basketball tourney in Madison Square Garden and I decided to attend. I thrilled to the superb playing of Dale Patten- gale and Bill Slauter, but was amazed to find Max Montgomery on the bench as their manager. Sitting in the press box were Leon Kirkman and Mirriam Newmark of the New York Times. Leon was waiting for the chance to get a good still of the celebrities of the evening, and Mirriam was writing a play by play account of the game. Rising early next morning, I left my hotel room to further my in- vestigation. I went first to the huge naval air base at Pensacola, Florida, where I found Admiral Alice Bannon who had become a professional WAVE. She informed me that a former A. H. S. grad of '44 was scheduled due at that moment so we went to the field where Bob Blickenstaii' was landing. He took us into his plane where I found a very unique set-up. His plane was equipped with remote control facilities so that at any time he desired, Bob could leave the pilot's seat for a few hours of jiving on the harpsichord which he had encouraged the Naval Department to in- stall. Tiring of the East, I flew out West to Hollywood to find that none of my friends had succeeded by a display of acting talent. However, I did find Shirley Temple, who had become the oomph girl and idol of mil- lions of males, wearing clothes designed by Juanita Blaker and hair styled - ..,.-.. . 7fae ....-. - .-