Attica High School - Crimson Yearbook (Attica, IN)

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t-.f f'K' '13 in Hai jig A: .-.-.-. .pi f ,, C-.-.-.-: T V 'ii fig. I A F if ,. I by Mildred Hanner. Shirley's latest movie was Many Loves Have I by Rosanna Brady. At Pasadena, I found Don Boys, the World's Champion New Star, playing a game of tennis with the proceeds going to the Relief Fund for Old Maid Schoolteachers. Thinking that possibly some of my more conservative classmates had decided to live and die in Attica, I flew back to the Hoosier state. George Buck had become a member of the A. H. S. faculty, teaching shop. Ellen Cripe was still married and aside from raising a family, had become the city librarian. Jeanne Hurst, following in the steps of her father, had taken over the position of being income tax collector, and had added the mate to the ring on her third finger, left hand. Another who had followed in the footsteps of his father was John Hurych, expert dry-cleaner. I met Bob Johnson, whose fingers were bandaged from sticking them into light sockets. He had become an elec- trician by trade, but occasionally resorted to writing corny jokes as a side-line. I had no sooner stepped out of Bob's shop onto Perry Street than I spied Rose Larson and Jean Neal sauntering toward me. We talked and I learned that the two of them were working as secretaries in the Har- rison Steel offices. During the course of our conversation, I learned that Charles Van Laere was the owner of the most prosperous farm in Foun- tain County and was considering the post of Senator from our state. That subject lead to our talking of the old civics days at A. H. S. anduit seemed Mary Knowles had taken Mr. Cunningham's advice and chosen a com- patible mate after putting down his good points in proportion to the bad and coming out married. Barbara Summers had four little girls now and with their mother as center, they had quite a basketball team. They played exhibition games for A. I-I. S. physical education classes. Violet Thayer and Jean Oakley were also among the young married set of Attica. Time was growing short and I headed out to the Attica airport which had become a stop-over for T. V. A. I was about to step into my helio- copter when I saw a familiar face through a glass panel and following my nose, sure enough, I came to a very official door marked Marge Ottinger, Private. After three hours waiting, I was admitted to find that Marge was executive in charge of travel for T. V. A. and had earned her com- mercial license in her spare time. Then the office door swung open and Frances Stucker entered, wearing the official Air Hostess uniform. I finally had to turn the nose of my plane northward toward Chicago and upon arriving, I bought a newspaper to see what the windy city had to offer. The headlines struck my eye and it seemed a certain Carolyn Wood had written a best seller. Yes, it turned out to be the pen name of none other than Barbara Phelps, budding authoress of A. H. S. I hur- ried to Barb's hotel and as we were talking, her secretary walked in, and it was none other than Betty Minnick. It seemed Betty had graduated from Katherine Gibbs and was quite the picture of the competent secre- tary. The phone rang and Barb was surprised to hear the voice of Bob Shaffer who had become a national hero due to the fact that he had shot down 100 Jap planes. He was now a full General! Oh, how nice to know that we were all still present and accounted for with each doing his or her share. I taxied the helio out and back into its garage and with a long sigh, settled back into the swing of life in 1950. ' MIRRIAM NEWMARK. BARBARA PHELPS. we

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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 ....-. - .-

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