Borden High School - Echoes Yearbook (Borden, IN)

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105 G339 June 11, 1970 Dear Diary, What a day this has turned out to be! This was the first day of my vacation for an excursion and a return visit to Borden, my home town, in fifteen years. After I packed my bags and said goodeby to the President tmy wifei,the First Wbman President of the United States,I headed toward the Union Station where I boarded a train for Lake Louise, Canada. As the train moved out of the station, the conductor came through my coach to collect tickets. When the conductor stopped at my seat, tbelieve it or noti I saw Edward Kirchgessner. He was achieving his lifelong desire -to ride a train. He told me that his wife gave him his first ride on a train for his twenty-first birthdaygand he liked his ride so well that he just stayed on and worked his way up to be the conductor while his wife was the engineer. we had a nice little chat about our old classmates from Borden High School. He told me that Annile Marie, the famous novelist, had ridden in this same coach just last week. I did not have the slightest idea whom he was talking about; and when he saw the puzzled expression on my face, he explained that I knew Miss Harie by the name of Anna Mary Coats. He told me that her novel Characters 2g Daisy Hill won the fiction award as the best-mritten nightmare o ' . Ed did not stay to talk longer, for he had to collect more tickets. Since I do not know anyone else in the coach,I am going to climb into my berth and get some sleep because tomorrow I arrive in New York. June 12, 1970 Dear Diary, I arrived in New'York late this afternoon. After I checked my bags and left the station, I decided to take a stroll about town. When I grew tired of walking, I decided to get something to eat. Ithad noticed some very good-looking restaurants earliers and went back to where I had seen them. The first one that I came to was Ye 01' Red Balloon , a French- type sidewalk cafe. From within I heard the most beautiful music; and when I stepped inside, there was Hadenoiselle La Accordian thetter known to me as Ramona Nicholsoni, playing her famous arrangement of Twelfth Street Rag. After her act she came over to my table, and we had a long talk about old times. She told me that Vera Jackson was in New York and was working at the New York Stock Exchange. In fadt,she was a broker for the Borden Cabinet Corporation, which had outgrown the small building in Borden and now had

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10 A33: We, the Senior Quartet, tbetter known as The Moaning Mumblers l do hereby will and bequeath to Mr. Trainor, Mr. Hollenbach, Mr. Craig, and Mr. Clashman, our charming voices. We, the Senior Boys, do hereby will and bequeath our ability to hate all girls texcept a fewl and our bachelor ways to the Junior boys. We, Meleta, Vivian, and Nettie, do hereby will and bequeath our ability to leave the boys alone and remain old maids to Darylene and Katie. We, the Senior Class, hereby nominate William Howard Clashman, Principal of wm. W. Borden High School,to be the executor of this LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT in whose witness we hereby sign our names this twelfth day of May, One Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty of our Lord.

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G33sl factories in all parts of the United States and in sections of Europe. What's more, Vera was the one who had caused all this expansion to come about, for she had invented a filing cabinet that made the office girl's dream come true. The filing cabinet had both hot and cold running water, a radio, a heater, and a couch to lie down on while she did the filing. This type of filing cabinet became so popular that the Borden cabinet Corporation had to expand to fill all the orders. ' After this delightful evening, I bade Ramona farewell and made my way back to the station and boarded the train which would take me across the Niagara Falls into Canada. June 13, 1970 Dear Diary, Another delightful day has passed! Much to not surprise, who would be standing on the platform when I alighted from the train-none other than that famous actress T. V. Telaveniey, the girl who had outclassed Martha Raye of the movies and Judy Canova of the radio with her daring performances on television. Even so, I recognized her as Judy Harrs, the girl with the beautifu1-but big mouth. We had quite a con-fab about the good old days at school. I told her that I was on 11w vacation and was bound for Lake Louise. She said that she had just spent a few days there and was now leaving on another tour of the world. Her last words were, as she told me good-by, that I certainly would be surprised when I found out who was the manager of the Lake Louise Hotel. I hailed a taxi and hurried out to the lake. It was a very pretty place, so peaceful and restful in appearance. Then I made my way to the manager's office to make reservations; and there I saw Marilyn Lou Lou of Lake Louise written on the door. ' When I opened the door, there sat Marilyn McKinley behind the desk. I was so glad to see her-qw favorite boyhood sweetheart: She told me that she had always wanted to live in Canada beside a lake, so she bought this tract of land with a large pond surrounded by pretty evergreen trees of pine and spruce. She had spent several years landscaping the place and finally completed this resort, which made all her dreams come true. She also said that she found plenty of time to paintuher favorite pastime and hobby. She showed me several of her scenic pictures which she had painted of her lake and its surroundings. One of the pictures particularly appealed to me; it was her prize masterpiece of modern art that had won worldly fame as the best production of Beetlebaum. One look at this creation, and one would surely be Madison Bound. After several hours of idle chatter, she showed me around her haven. We relived many happy hours together before it was time for me to retire to my room and dream of the marvchanges that had taken place in the past twenty years.