Buchanan High School - Pines Yearbook (Buchanan, MI)

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In speaking of the stage I was anxious to hear about Cherry Blossom Heim and Una Kelley, as I remembered, they were the ,promising actresses of our class. Alp- parently neither had followed the stage career for Cherry Blossom had just won the Nobel Prize for her poetry and Una Kelley had become a politician. She was mak- ing vigorous speeches of protest against the Senators of Tennessee, her home state, whose voting on som-e new laws had dissatisfied her. She was also writing a fiery column with her ideas as to what should be done. Two more of our classmates had future prospects, really brilliant ones. Carolyn Hattenbach and James Watry were a dfance team in vaudeville and probably drawing the highest salary ever paid up to that time. Their sudden rise to stardom had stir- red the world. Edward Spasek was an outstanding figure in the sport world. He had just set, a new record for the 220 in the Olympic games. QI brushed off my coat and sort of, straightened my tieg knowing all these celebrities before they were famous was some- thing to think about. I was surely glad I had met George and Dorothy.J Dress designing needed that masculine touch. At least Milburn Shafer was of that impression and evidently he wasnit far wrong, for he has caused quite a sensa- tion with some of his latest creations. - Max Dreitzler, who 'was a professional golf champ, had just contracted to give his signature to a new club called the Dreitzler Drive. It was supposed that by using it a person would cut from ten -to fourteen points from his score. A Cat and Dog Hospital was the last place I expected to find Eleanor Miller, but that's just what she was doing. I was of the impression that she intended to become a surgeon, but maybe she found cats and dogs safer to cut up than people. George seemed to have kept in touch with Louise Howe. He said she had just left for Reno to ge-t her fifth divorce and that she already had another wedding planned to take place was soon as she returned. Her popularity must have lasted since way back in school days. I was surprised to find that Dorothy .Ierue was spending her time teaching im- migrants at night school. Foreign language was always my Waterloo, but she must have gottenalong fine with it At least she should have by now. B H. S. certainly had people doing all sorts of things. Roy Powell was a prom- ising lawyer with a few big criminal cases to his credit, not to speak of divorces. Blanche Depyl wasn't slow about' getting things done. She was a milliner with several privately owned shops in some of the larger cities. I was glad to hear that Bernadine Relinke was happily married and the lucky lad was some boy from the country. Bernadine was doing nicely as a farmers wife. Dorothy Hawks was lucky enough to be abroad, on business though. She was studying art and she was just recently recognized for a new type of modernistic art. It took ti-me but it evidently was worth it. Georgia Upson was getting her share of the ups and downs of life. She was running an elevator in one of the new two :hundred story buildings in.New York City, and she could make the trip up in one minute. Certainly Donald Flenar was a successful business man. His reputation as a laiundryman was practically unequalled. He was the possessor of an ingenious method of taking tattle-tale gray out of clothes, and no other laundry man had a chance against him. The President of the United States took a course which was directed by Wilma Metzger at the -correspondence school of which she was the head. Unquestionably this school was the largest in the country. And it had all the signs of remaining so under Wilma's expert management. Lewis Paul was the -proud possessor of a novel invention. Lewis was running a large business in Chicago repairing watches, and he had invented a watch that a blind man could tell time by. Genius was in our midst, and we didn't realize it. Frances Hamilton was in an orphanage, no-t as an orphan, of course, but as the superintendent. She was assisted by Rose Lynn Ernst, the head nurse, and through their efforts the children were receiving a good education and enjoying it. Being a forest ranger wasn't Carl Rossow's ambition, if I remember correctly, but that's what he was, and what's more-he was a good one. I never thought that Elaine Donley would take up the tedious work of a manicur- ist, but she had, and she enjoyed it, too. Maybe it was fbecause of the men who thought a daily manicure was necessary for them, too. Margaret Furner was living on the seashore and had become an expert surf-board rider. She had stopped, though, just recently to write a book, The Art of Surf-Board Riding, which is expected to be a great success. Spencer Kohlmann was a fellow to attempt big jobs in school and he surely was still doing it. He had just laid plans for a bridge across the Atlantic Ocean before the President of the United States and the Premier of France, and it was expected to be started in the near future. That just about concluded I-Iank's information. There was only one person left, Ben Franklin. He carried the imposing title of County Drain Commissioner, and was bankrupting the county with his improvements. He was really getting down in the gutter with his work. I suddenly remembered the train as I heard its whistle shrieking, so I jumped up, thanked Hank for the meal and it was a big one, too-and ran for the train. I faintly heard Hank muttering something about the bill and then a little more clearly I heard, Well, I was going to give it to you anyway--I guess. Page Nineteen

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CLASS PROPHECY Hubert McClellan The fact that it was spring, 1956, and that I was miles from home didn't seem to have any effect on my ever 'present appetite, so as the train slowly puffed into Prairie Junction for a half hour stop,I dashed across the street to one of the two stores which boldly proclaimed itself Hank's Hash House all over the front windows, with a few minor items as to the food served therein. Anything would have hit the spot, so I hurried in and buried my nose in a menu. When I looked up again, I forgot my hunger and everything else because behind that big white apron waiting patiently by my side was none other than George fHankJ Richards. Hank stared at me a minute, then gave vent to his surprise in such a fblustering manner that the kitchen door open- ed amidst a rattle of dishes and Mrs. t'Hank -I had to look tvvice-Dorothy Dunlap, came out to quiet the disturbance. It was fortunate that there weren't many cus- tomers because Hank's Hash House would have rapidly lost its reputation for prompt, courteous service if there had been. To say I was astounded to see my old friends is putting it mildly. We were all talking at once, and lt was in a surprisingly short time that We got around to Bu- chanan, and of course, B. H. S. That seemed to be a favorite topic, and I wasn't sorry that it was. Hank and Dorothy certainly were well informed as to the Why and wherefore of all our old 'classmatesg maybe that goes with the restaurant busi- ness. No matter how it may have been-it certainly was. After the first bit of infor- mation I settled down to serious listening. Leslie Brewster was a kindergarten teacher at Vancouver Island. It seemed to me that I remembered that Leslie was fond of little tots, but I never expected him to come to that. I wasn't much surprised to learn that John I-Iattenbach had a very prosperous coal and ice business, but when I heard mat Harold Jackson was practically his chief driver-well that's another story. Buchanan High School should be proud of Josephine Yurkovicg they told me she had just recently been proclaimed the world's fastest typist. It seems that she takes down the speeches of politicians and has the-m all typed by the timedthe speech is over. Our school's speed was-n't all on the basketball floor and football field. Fate seemed to be playing for us, for as 'tHank took a minute to catch his breath, the radio, 'suddenly inspired, burst forth with the announcement that Jack Sult, recent winner of an amateur 'contest and already headed for fame, would croon one of his hits. That was one up on George, but he proceeded to finish what he'd started. Winifred Shaffer was working in a five and ten in Hampton. George said he had seen her there when he had to go over on business. She had fmade the five and ten the busiest one in the city with her free demonstration of kissproof lipstick. An 'Tll see you later look in Dorothy's eyes stopped that story. Of course. weld all been reading about Dan Topash and his great work in pro- fessional baseball. His batting average for last year was .366, and that's not at all bad for a .good pitcher. There was a rather queer incident in ' 'I-Iank's story. Ted Lyon was sentenced to Sing Sing through the dope gotten on him by the ace reporter, Olive Pennell, one of his old class mates and ours. They heard that while Ted isn't gloating over a way to revenge himself, he's quite a favorite on -the Sing Sing football team. Howard McClellan had been making quite a -name for himself in the photography businesss. He was keeping up the McClellan studi-o as wlell as the rushing business of taking pictures of high school seni-ors. There was one of our classmates whom they 'couldnt keep down. Dorothy Brown was -an air hostess. Being short wasn't any detriment to her. Wonders will happen! Gilbert Collings had turned out to be nothing more than a hairdresser. They seemed to think that he had an enormous patronage. Gentlemen must be preferred in that line. Hank's next bit of news was really a story! Dorothy backed him up in it, too, so it must have been authentic. They had declared ia holiday one day and gone to a -circus and, believe it or not, they met five of our old classmates. The first was Barbara Hamilton, who was the barker out in front of the big tent. Her speech was most -convincing and they squandered two bits 'a piece and Went in. They had jmt gotten seated when they heard ia yell close by in the aisle, and there was Evelyn Dolph 'selling candy and cigarettes. She had her heart and soul in her work, they said, and she seemed to think there was nothing like oircus life. After the parade had stopped and the events were about to begin in earnest, the announcer came into the ring. Dorothy looked and nodded to Hank and Hank looked and nodded to Dorothy and they both came to the astonishing conclusion that it was Bill Habicht. They didnt have long to think -about mat though, for his an- nouncement was about :as -overwhelming as his appearance. Bernice Buchheit and Roland Shreve were just entering the ring for their daring maneuvers on the flying trapeze. George said that -their stunts were so breath-taking that he'd heard three people had suffered heart attacks while watching them. I was certainly glad to hear that Vivian Sanford had at last succeeded in be- coming what she set out to beeshe was a grand opera singer and was already booked for the lead in the next year's annual performance at Pumpkin Center. Page Eighteen

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