Borden High School - Echoes Yearbook (Borden, IN)

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.rx 105 G339, June 11;, 1970 Dear Diary, This has been such a pleasant day of swimming, fishing, and boating. Early this morning I went for a dip in the lake, and I saw a photographer taking pictures of the sunrise. There was something so familiar about him that I walked over to see if I knew whom the photographer was 3 and then I recognized Bobby Bibb. Bob has followed the photography line with amazing results. He said that he was a photographer for Times Magazine; and had been sent to Lake Louise to take pictures ofthe rare fish in the lake. He hoped that this picture would equal the photograph that he had taken of the Senior Class of Borden in 1950. This photograph had'won a contest for being the oldest collection of human beings ever collected together in one spot. He informed me that he had interviewed and made pictures of those two great scientists, Jeckle and Hyde, informally known as Barry Hill and Meleta Grim. They were the winners of the nobel prize in physics because they gave the world the new theory of mumelciosmosis Amphilophea of the Adamantine. They were also noted for making the greatest advancement toward preserving peace. Bob told me that this was the biggest fraud in history, for they were far from being a peaceful couple because they were always throwing peace around home-pieces of furniture. Marilyn interrupted our conversation by giving me a telegram from nw wife. When I read the wire, I found out that mywife was in Florida for a few day's rest and wanted me to come and help her plan a Whistle Stop Tour of the United States. So I left the girl with the big brown eyes and caught the first plane headed south toward Miami. June 15, 1970 Dear Diary, Today has been strange indeed; Miami, the famous winter resort, was completely under snow; and the ocean was fro zen over. When I arrived in Miami early' this morning, 11V wife met me at the airport. While we were having breakfast, I heard someone talldng at a table behind me. The voice sounded familiar; and when I turned around there sat Teresa Book, who now is lmown as Babbling Book. Teresa told me that she was now on the air as a News Commentator, and her specialty was weather reports. Her motto was Never let the listener know what was going on. As usual when two old clasanates met, we chatted about old friends, and I learned from her that Emil Kirchgessner was the president of the Janitors Union. He had given the union new life with his inspiring words, If you can't fix it, break it. Now the union was out on strike because the Steel Corporations had invented a steel hammer that they could not break.

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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.

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G339 Teresa also informed me that she had seen Nettie watson in Europe. Nettie was continuing to live the quiet life that she had always lived on Pull-tight Hill. After Nettie graduated, she moved to Nova Scotia where she obtained a position as a bookkeeper and finally worked her way up to an accountant. She was now the official C.P.A. of Foogles Fresh Fish Market. As they say, everyone to his own sense of smell tfishl. After breakfast we went to the hotel to outline a schedule for my wife's tour. we decided to make our first stop: at Borden; then travel toward the west. Late this afternoon we boarded the special train for her Whistle Stop Tourd June 16, 1970 Dear Diary, we came to Borden on the Ole Faithful Mbnon Special this morning; and as I stepped from the train, I saw one of the familiar school busses bringing its cargo of human raw material to the school to be finished into the fine product of mature human beings. Lo and behold1-there was Donna Jean Money tnow'known as Ma Nicholsonl sitting behind the wheel of the bus. After all of the school children had left the bus, I went over to talk to her. She informed me that she makes that man of hers stay at home and keep the house and kids while she drives the school bus. While my wife made her speech, I slipped away and walked up the old familiar path to the school. walking into the Commercial RoonyI received the greatest shock of my life; for there I saw Vivian Balmer actually talking. As I well remembered, it was a rare occasion to hear Vivian say more than yes or no ; but as she told me later that when you teach school, you have to talk up, beat up, or you may as well pack up and go home. I rambled down the steps that lead to the basement; there I heard the voice of my lifelong friend and fellow Democrat, Ottis wright. He was Borden's combined agriculture teacher and basketball coach. He said that he was having a lot of trouble because his basketball team had won top honors in the livestock judging contest and his agriculture class hadn't lost a game this season. I didn't have time to talk longer, for 11w wife had probably finished her speech by now; so I left the little red school house on the hill and made my way back to the train. After twe more week's of speeches, we went to Equador, the land of eternal spring. Ah, it was so nice to lie in the shade when I knew that all of my old classmates were healthy, wealthy, and wise. WJ'WW