Browns Valley High School - Thunderbird Yearbook (Browns Valley, MN)

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to let him be her agent. As Marilyn Maroone, she had made millions for Fishty and herself. But she decided to retire, got married, and now she and her husband jointly own a duck farm, specializing in Teals (Thiels) naturally I Fishty was excited now about his new discovery who was appearing at the theater today - which accounted for the large crowd. It seems Rees had interested another of his classmates in movies and Boo McLane was a smash success as Four Flush Gordon, the Ace of Space . He is the current idol of millions of pre-institution age youngsters. Just as Fishty finished telling me his fascinating success story, the lawyer came bounding up, telling us about the wonderful luck he had and my difficulities were all taken care of. As the lawyer finished his spiel, I recognized him as Ron Duehr. His excellent work on this case was quite an accomplishment for someone who couldnft spell his middle name oefore sixth grade. I asked him if most of his cases turned out this good. Oh, no. In fact most of them wind up as mental cases ’ d Fishty had some bad news to tell me aoout Wally Hennen. He and Merlyn Saxton had enlisted in the Marines and quickly worked themselves up to important Pentagon jobs. One day Hennen left conference for a drink of water. It was supposed that he was lost in the maze and searching parties had scouted for him for fifteen years. Now there is a new lead - that he is the captive of a female Red spy somewhere in Lower-Slobovia. Merlyn is out on an important mission to secure Wally’s freedom. My, I hope we haven’t let such an eligible young man slip from our midst. I suggested driving around to look over the old town so we jumped in my car and took off. The radio oegan emmitting some rather odd noises. Fishty proudly informed me that this was the cowboy singing sensation of the nation, Harry Donath, singing, Put Down That Jukebox, Grandma, You’re Too Old To Carry A Tune”. I finally decided that he must be accompanied by his horse so that accounted for the awful racket. I also learned that the composer of the tuneful tongue-tv ister was none other than Lenole Mundy. He got so sick of hearing Harry’s rendition of ”I’m Baaack In the Saaaddle Agaaain”, that he wrote that new tune. He seems destined to be a success also if Harry doesn’t murder too many of his songs before they have a fighting chance. Next we passed a strange mausoleum of a house with a high fence around it. When I inquired about the occupants, Fishty told me that Barbara, Mahie and Faye had taken up refuge there to escape men. Fishty told me they would be glad to see me. They were very hospitable and invited me to dinner. I was a bit dubious of their culinary skills out I tackled some of the food. I felt as if I had been tackled when I had a few mouthfuls so I asked what it was. Oh , they smiled proudly, we thought you’d get a kick out of our frog legs 1 Not being used to such delicacies I quickly bade them goodbye and rushed off to seek medical aid. After skidding to a halt in front of the nearest hospital and collapsing on the waiting room floor I was put in charge of the doctor present. Dr. Ingerson and his nurse, Beverly Ziemer, quickly went to work to locate the trouble. After they decided to amputate my brain to relieve the pain I told them to never mind because they probably wouldn’t be able to locate it anyway and besides I was feeling a lot better and really should te going ’cause 1 had others to see and thanks anyway. After that close shave, I thought I had better be more careful about my choice of eating places so I stopped at a restaurant which proclaimed, Don’t laugh at our coffee, you too may grow old and weak some day . I was about to splurge and order a nice thick steak when 1 saw that the propietors were Elsie and Sonja. Being thoroughly scared of those Seniors by now I declined to order and just passed the time of the day with them. They had had to enter ousiness for themselves when they were suddenly left widows. When I asked the cause of their husbands death they said it was something they et” and I was awfully glad I hadn’t sampled any of their specialties. They asked me if I had heard that chummy radio program, Breakfast with Darlene and LeRoy . I said no and asked when it came on. They said it wasn’t broadcast till almost suppertime because it took Darlene that long to properly prepare herself to meet the public ear. They must be quite the celebrities so I made up my mind to visit the station. As I approached my car I suddenly realized that someone must have mistaken it for a garbage can. I marched down to the city hall to have the Supt. of the Streetcleaners have something done about it. There behind a magnificent desk, sat Doris Spotts. I was amazed that she should