Bristol High School - Hilltopper Yearbook (Bristol, IN)

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,mu I I I . SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY I was going to spend my vacation at my home town. Ten years had passed since I had seen all of my classmates. When I reached Bristol I was astonished to hear that a circus was to be in Bristol. Bristol had finally reached the size of a one-thousand-population city. The circus was of the largest of its type in the world. I had seen several of my classmates. Portia Ivens was playing the leading part in one of America's finest shows. Marion Wolkins, my brother, was a lawyer in Union, Michigan. While traveling, I had seen some of Cleo I'Iaines's masterpieces in the large art galleries of America. She was making Sl,000 a month. VVhen I boughtrny ncket Ithoughtthe UckebseHerlooked fannhar. I passed on, thinking it surely couldn't be he who had been in our class. Not being satisfied, I went back to look him overg then he recognized me. Sure enough it was Merle Strawser. He said that he worked in the circus in the summer and gave lectures in the winter. The band which was directed by a stout' gentleman was the main attraction at the entrance of the circus. When the director turned to bow to the crowd, I then recognized him as Iohn Dausman. Mr. Dausman had won the clarinet solo contest in the last contest held at CIhicago. Above the noise of the circus could be heard the voice of one very familiar. I soon recalled to memory where I had heard that voice. The owner of that voice was Glenn Brown. He was advertising the race of the old Ford, Lena . In the race he proved his ability to handle an old Ford. The gentleman next to me seemed to be excited about the race. I learned that he was Raymond Mann who had been elected mayor of Mottville. . The performance in the main tent was ready to start, so I started toward the tent but was held back by the pleading of a woman. She was trying to get people to get their fortunes told. I started inside the tent, when she grabbed me by the arm. Thinking she wanted to rob me, I started to scream, but she laughed asking if I didn't know my old classmate, Lorene Magnuson. I hardly recognized her because she had changed so much. When I entered the main tent the animals were parading around. Two beautiful white horses had the lead and the drivers were dressed in fluffy white dresses. When I saw them face to face I then knew them as two of my classmates, Lucile Miles and Lucille Fisher. I almost caused an accident by stopping them. After I had taken my seat, I was amazed to see by whom I was sitting. Two of my classmates, to be sure, Florence Schieber and Winifred Davis. Miss Davis was reporter for the Bristol Banner and made her home with her pal, Florence, who was married and lived in Bristol. They were well informed about the class. Dorothy Phoebus was the head nurse in the Bristol Hospital. I was taken aback when I learned that William Courson had spent seven years in college. He was to be the future doctor of Bristol. Iust at this time the trapeze girls came to perform. As I watched them move about I recognized them as Pauline Hoverman, Alice Kline, and Myrtle Scamehorn. While doing a daring stunt one of the girls lost her balance and fell. A woman rushed from the crowd to help the girl. I learned that she was Ruth Anglin, the nurse, who had been caring for the governor of Indiana. The governor, William Brooks, had received a very serious injury while hunting in Africa. Iust as I was leaving the circus grounds I was bewildered by an approaching woman. She was beautiful and had the appearance of an actress. It was Louise Bloomingdale who had won the prize for being the best dancer of the world. She gave a few steps to show that she was entitled to the prize. I had left the circus grounds when the humming of an airplane drew my at- tention. I went to look at the airplane which was an invention of its pilot, Eldon Keller. I took a ride and was thrilled at the thought of riding with one of my class- mates. That night I went to sleep with the pleasantest thoughts of the class of '32. -Inez Wolkins. 4153

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,mg Y l ' I I CLASS WILL We, the wise, sophisticated Seniors of the class of '32, being of sound mind and mindful of the uncertainties of our life, do hereby publish our last Will and Testament. To-wit: I, Raymond Mann, will to my brother Buster my ability to enter the assembly quietly and at a low speed. I, Lucile Miles, will my ability as editor of the annual to Louis Congdon. I, Florence Schieber, will my frequent strolls in front of the school buildings to Bonnie Kreighbaum. I, Lucille Fisher, will my ability to keep quiet while the teacher is talking to Evelyn Menges. I, Glenn Brown, will my funny streak to Billy Bardo. I, Lorene Magnuson, will my popularity with the eighth grade boys to Willodene Stemm. I, Cleo Haines, will my beauty aids to Elizabeth Bender, that she may win a certain boy in the Iunior Class. I, Inez Wolkins, will my deportment grades to Bruce Cathcart. I, Iohn Dausman, will the several cuds of gum under my desk to Miss Clark. I, Ruth Anglin, will my voice to Betty Weiifenbach. I, William Brooks, will my ability to attract the girls to George O'dell. I, Winifred Davis, will my desk at the far corner of the assembly to Horace Fairfield. I, Louise Bloomingdale, will my laugh to anyone in need. I, Eldon Keller, will my new model airplane to Mr. Byerly that he may get to Civics Class on time. I, Dorothy Phoebus, will my permanent wave to Lyola Schrock. I, Marion Wolkins, will the sack of peanuts I always carry around with me to Dwight Garber. I, Alice Kline, will my ability to become engaged to Edna Schieber. I, Pauline I-Ioverman, will my several thousand hairpins to Shirley Iackson. I, William Courson, will my basketball ability to Mr. Thompson. I, Myrtle Scamehorn, will my ability to have a date every night to Dorothea Mann. I, Merle Strawser, will my Physics book to Bruce Sassaman. We, as Seniors, will to the Iunior Class, the last row in the assembly. to be used by next year's clownish seances. We appoint Mr. Carl Byerly as sole executor of this will. It shall become effective on April 22, 1932. -Portia Ivens. 4145

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I I 4 . CLASS GRUMBLE As I was riding along in my limousine, on Road 20 near South Bend, I passed a boy who wore a black sweater with a big orange B on the front of it. I told my chauffeur to stop because I thought the pedestrian was a boy from my old home town, where I received my education. As the boy approached the car, I asked him where he was going: he told me that he was going to Bristol. I said, That is the very reason I stopped because I thought you were from my old home town, Bristol. I kindly shared the back seat of my car with the Bristol boy. The boy told me his name was lack Swain. He had worked for his board, so he could go to Bristol High School. He had not saved enough money to finish his last year in high school and was now out in search of work. After he had told me all the particulars of his life, I told him to tell me about the Bristol School. Well, Madam, there is not much to tell. Tell me everything you know about it, lack, because that is where I got my start. He looked at me and then said, If you received your start there, Madam. I sure am going to finish there. Well, Madam, the school is in a very poor condition now. The roof leaks, and the old building looks as if it never had been painted. Everyone walks on the grass, so there isn't any lawn. The steps of the building are old and worn out. If you were to step inside the building you would Hnd that the rooms are overcrowded and dark. The seats and furnishings look as if they never had been dusted. There is so much dust on the lights that if they are turned on you cannot see any better. At any time of day you can see pupils walking through the halls. If you were to look inside the principal's office you would see everything topsy turvy. There are twelve typewriters which are in very poor condition: the ribbons are never changed on them only when they won't write any longer. The teachers are all getting old and gray. When you are in the assembly, it is impossible to study, because everyone else makes so much noise. At the change of classes there is a fire siren for a bell. The teachers and the principal do not have any form of management about them. There are always conflicts in your classes. You go to one class and you should be at a couple other classes at the same time. By this time we were in the city limits of Bristol. I began to recognize some of the old places of Bristol. lack then called my attention to the Bristol Schodl. To my surprise it was just as the boy described it. I asked the boy if he would like to go to my home and I would help him through high school. He gladly consented to my proposition. Our car was going about sixty miles an hour around the curve on the road to Mottville when we were bumped by another car. I was thrown from the car and landed on the floor in my room. I then thought of my dream and knew I would feel better if I would forget the dream and view the facts as they really are. Bristol High School is one of the best in Indiana. The building is in good con- dition. The teachers and principal are young, jovial, neat, full of pep, and capable of handling the affairs of the school. You can study while in the assembly. The bells, lights, and typewriters are the best to be found. On the whole I think you could travel the whole universe and not find any school better than the Bristol High School. Myrtle Scamehorn. U65