Boone Valley High School - B Line Yearbook (Renwick, IA)

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to his duties as the moon's first women's driving instructor. After a pleasant chat, we fasten our seat belts and prepare to land on the Moon. The rocket alights and we climb down the steps and into the waiting cab. The taxi, incidentally, is driven by Ellis Macha award-winning driver for the Super-Speed Blue Cab Company. He offers to point out to us places of interest along the route. We readily accept his generosity and begin the drive to Telstar. The first interesting sight is a huge scientific experimental station. We drive down the long, winding lane and pull up beside a seemingly endlesshrow of small square buildings. Our driver steps out and pushes the gyro-cosmic relativator. The door opens, revealing semi-darkness, through which we see a 'pair of beady eyes peering out at us. A voice booms Down, Irtswell, down! Then a light is flicked on and the manager of the station, Larry Hebner, extends his hand in a hearty welcome. His little moon creature Irtswell disappears into the darkness. We climb out of the cab and join our two friends for a tour through the station. We see thousands of scientific contraptions and inventions. We pause before entering the last laboratory, as we see a sign reading Quiet, Please, posted on the door. We enter noiselessly and discover Dave and Donna McCurry laboring over a desk cluttered with peculiar apparatus. Donna, the station's head technician, is working on the percentage composition of a new rocket fuel to be used in the X-36, devised by Dave McCurry. It was originally named the X-36-24-36 by the inventor, but interplanetary regulations forbid the use of more than one double number. We leave the station and journey on to Telstar. lt seems only minutes before we are buzzing down main drag of the city. Whoops--red light! And in addition to this, we suddenly realize that none of us know the location of the Bunny Club. So our driver hails a little moon Creature standing on the corner selling news- papers. To our surprise, he answers in English. We inquire about this peculiarity and find out that he had been taught the English language by the pretty teacher from Earth, Carol Ann Johnson. He tells us how to get to the Bunny Club. We follow his directions and soon reach the destination of our trip - Hefty's Hoppin' Bunny Bunga1ow. We step inside and hear the strains of a jazz band. The lead trombone is wailing out a beautiful melody, and as we glance up, we see that the part is being played by none other than Beverly Hoveland. Suddenly the music changes to a brilliant fan fare, and out step the bunnies, clad in sequins and feathers. As they prepare to do some fancy stepping, we recognize Dianne Nelson and Carol Hesse in the ranks. My, but they look sharp! After the performances, we go backstage to visit with the girls. Upon entering their dressing room, who should we run into but Lavonne Veldhouse, hair-stylist and costume designer for the club. We all settle down and recall old memories for a time. Then with a start we realize that it's time to head back for Earth - - - and reality! ll

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