Chester High School - Ravelings Yearbook (North Manchester, IN)

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and there sat Dick complacently drawing his breath and salary while holding hands with the former Nancy Bender. An Angel in White was walking down a long corridor. As she turned the corner we noticed that it was Dolores Grist. She was fulfilling an old ambition as a registered nurse. The tempo changed. Train whistles sounded in the distance. Then I ' ve Been Working on the Rail- road came through on a sweet melodious voice, Icould not forget. It seems that Roger Grossnickle had been promoted to head water boy for the section gang and he was naturally jubilant. I ' m in the Army Now and the Marines Hymn vied with each other as I watched two sailors polishing brass and scrubbing decks. Each was so intent on his work that neither looked up but I heard one say, Gosh, Hugo, I wish we would get transferred to the Queen Mary so we wouldn ' t have to worry about running out of decks to scrub. That ' s right, June, replied the o.t.her. Next, the song of two states seem to compete with each other for recognition. Indiana, My Indi- ana, was competing with California, Here I Come. Two men (I say men advisedly) one short the other tall — appeared on an American highway. Each had automatic thumbs that worked by button pressure. I recognized the tall one as Don Hyde. It was not hard to guess the short one after Don re- marked, You know. Bob, there ought to be at least one more college in this country that we haven ' t been kicked out of. It seems that Don Hyde and Bob Johnson had really been around. What a Wonderful Wedding That Will Be drew my attention to a tall man and a beautiful girl before a flower banked altar. Yes, Bob Little had waited a long time but there he was with Betty beside him. Maybe he had waited until he had his livestock all registered. Could it be A Guy Named, Junior ? Was that the song? Yes, there he was and Jean Meek was standing there by him, too. The melodic strains of Margie invaded the atmosphere and there was Bob Metzger putting the last inside trim on the new Chester High School. But what did Margie have to do with it? An Apple for the Teacher assailed my ears and out walked Louise Orr with her hair tied in a tight knot at the back of her head and a school teacher look in her eyes. Yes, she was teaching physical edu- cation at good old Chester High. Leader of the Band could not be mistaken and neither could my old friend, Wanda Penrod, who was directing the band at Chester High School. Instead of a baton she was using a three-foot paddle which seemed to have a stimulating effect on the students. The strains became more sporty as By the Kenapocomoco forced itself into my ears. And there, as big as life, stood Dick Piper submitting his plans for a new fieldhouse at Chester which called for a seating capacity of 150,000 and was to be known as Piprr ' s Pieplate. Sing a Song of College Days brought Eugene Ritenour to the front. It seems that the interest that he had shown for college even while in high school was still with him. Norma, My Love a new hit tune and On Northwestern brought two old pals before me. Yes, there they were — Pat Schannep and Rex Schilling. The Smiling Senorita turned out to reveal Mary Lou Schnepp. It seems that Mary Lou specialized in tangos. The Secretary ' s Song revealed Pat Schroll smiling sweetly into the face of a young executive of Greater Servia Industries, Inc. It seems that Pat had taken her commercial work seriously. To the tunc of Wedding Bells and The Campus Queen the Smith twins, Martha and Margie paraded before me. It seems that they were still leading yells — one yelling for her husband and the other yelling at kids in her primary room at Chester. Now which was which? Sophisticated Lady revealed Lois Swihart just as trim and neat as ever acting as chief receptionist at the Transformer. Farmer in the Dell brought Bob Walgamuth before my eyes. He was working hard on the prob- lem of finding a method of dehydrating watermelons for shipping purposes and then blowing water into them again upon delivering to the customer. She Gave Her Heart to a Soldier Boy and An Apple Blossom Wedding brought Rozella Wil- liams and Bonnie Winebrenner into view but which song belonged to which only members of the Class of ' 48 could tell. There was a blinding light and Take Me Out to the Ball Game almost burst my eardrums. A ball park burst into view and there being carried to the showers by his team mates was Johnny Morford. It came to me like a flash. All that I had seen was almost instantaneous and I was now seeing the final enactment of what I had heard on the plane. Yes, he must have struck him out. Elated, I ran out of the building shouting Yea! Rah! Chester! With the impetus given me by this unusual stimulation I accomplished my mission in Tripoli in record time and in less than one week was able to report to the secret service that fleas on goats in Tripoli could bite one-two hundredth of a second quicker after alighting than similar fleas on stray dogs in Chester Township.

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GlcUl Pnj0fUtec4 - M4444C cMcUU GUa ufui It ' s disgusting how stratoliners have a habit of propelling you down the landing chute at just the wrong moment, I remarked to my neighbor as we hit the chute for a landing in Tripoli. Why, what ' s wrong? asked the beautiful brunette who just happened to be my landing companion on this memorable day. Wrong! I lashed back. Weren ' t you listening to that ball game — the score tied — a man on third — two men down and three balls and two strikes on the batter and Morford just ready to pitch again. You would ' t understand. But you see that Morford was a high school classmate of mine a way back in ' 48, ten years ago. Is that so? That was almost ancient times, wasn ' t it? retorted my companion. Just imagine, she continued, I ' ll bet you would have taken half a day in those times to come from little old New York to Tripoli. Now it ' s just a snap of the finger. Yeh, but I wish I could have seen the end of that ball game. Maybe you can if it ' s not too late. I know a mystic here who can whip up a rhythm and show you anything you want to see in two shakes. Do you suppose I could see all my old schoolmates? I qucrried. Why not? Come on. replied my companion grasping my hand and leading me towards a most eerie section of the city. Sparkling, glistening musical notes appeared before us as we approached a strange, weird building. Mysterious music seemed to rise from a distance. We entered a dome-shaped room draped in oriental splendor. Before us sat the object of our visit — Madame Treble Clef — gazing into a large, glittering measure of music. I was not surprised that she appeared to know the reason for our visit. Extensive travel in the Orient had taught me not to question the intensity of the Oriental mind which when coupled with television might produce fantastic results. Slowly, the Oriental music changed to Love Letters and I saw Gladys Airgood performing a deli- cate operation on the throat of an eminent musician. It seems that she was trying to find The Lost Chord. Quickly the music changed to Open the Door, Richard and Liela Bechtold was standing at the back door of a farm house, her arms full of laundered clothes. She was pleading with someone in the house to open the door for her. The music quickly changed to a different tempo and Donald Brindel flashed before my eyes. He was playing When I Play My Spanish Guitar as beautiful dark-eyed girls lurched and swayed to his music. Just as suddenly the music changed to Old McDonald Had a Farm and Bob Burch appeared on the scene. He was in a farm yard surrounded by a group of eager faced boys who wore C ' s on their sweaters. It seems that he was explaining to them the advantages of growing three legged turkeys be- cause the American home typically had three people and there should be a drum stick for everybody. After all, he did play the drums. The strains I ' ll Get Him Someday now flooded the air and Jean Clark flashed before my eyes in pursuit of a handsome man. She ' ll get him. I unconsciously shouted remembering Jean ' s flashing eyes and boundless energy in her high school days. Singing with the Band now flooded the air and I saw Ethel Coble in a beautiful evening gown singing to the accompaniment of Hammy Sayls orchestra before a packed house in Radio City. The strains of Queen of the Radio now broke the air and Mary Alice Colbert was standing before an N. B. C. mike putting her heart and soul into the most popular number of the day. I remembered her high school ambitions and was glad for her. But, we could not tarry. To the melody of Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief, down the corridor of a large city hospital came a slender, firmmouthed doctor whom I immediately recognized by his red hair as George T. Coon. He turned into a room marked private, but I could not help peeping. What I saw convinced me that he had not changed. For there with a beautiful nurse on each knee, he was letting go with his fine bass voice. Next a medley of Home in Indiana, Leave the Dishes in the Sink and Home on the Range (What a mixture) fairly burst upon the scene and before my eyes stood Dorothy (Cripe) Purdy, Helen (Frantz) Fingerle, and Louise (Myers) Boone each engrossed in the housewifey task of waiting beside the kitchen door, a rolling pin in hand. It appeared to be almost daybreak. On the Banks of the Wabash — that refrain so dearly beloved by certain boys in days of yore now wafted the sign Frantz and Son, Builders Supplies, before my eyes. I peered through the window

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uhIoaA. Row 1. Barbara Barker, Carl Bechtold, Marie Betten, Louella Blocher, Betty Brandenburg, Vir ginia Brandenburg, Wayne Clark, Darletta Cox. Row. 2. Lois Cunningham, Tom Dillman, Charles Fleck, Carolyn Garrison, Marilyn Garrison, Lois Gay, Charles Gibbs, Norma Graham. Row 3. Pauline Hippensteel, Jack Kissinger, Jim Klutz, Gene Metzger, Janet Metzger, Ronald Metzger, Don Mosher, John Penrod Row 4. George Poer, Bruce Pottenger, Lee Dick Reiken, Theron Rupley. Row 5. Marlene Schroll, Ann Snavely, Bob Snell, Coleen Warren. Insert Picture. Wayne Clark, Virginia Brandenburg, Tom Dillman, Barbara Barker. On August 31, 1945, thirty-five very green students enrolled in the freshman class at Chester. They started off by electing three efficient classmates as officers: Ronald Metzger, president; Gene Metzger, vice-president; Virginia Lea Brandenburg, secretary -treasurer. Miss Eshelman and Mr. Dilling were the sponsors. During the year Norma Graham moved in to give more volume to the class. Tragedy also struck that year, for Max Frieden passed away. His smile and good nature will never be forgotten. Two parties were held that year — a hay ride to Lagro and a skating party at Columbia City. After summer vacation all came back as sophomores, believe it or not. They held elec- tions again and Jack Kissinger was chosen to takethe presidential position; Tom Dillman, vice-presi- dent; Coleen Warren, secretary-treasurer. Miss Stone and Mr. Scribner were sponsors. This time the class had a scavenger hunt and another skating party. Now they are Juniors of ' 48 and everybody admits that they are a pretty good looking bunch by now. Their officers for this year are: Virginia Lea Brandenburg, president; Wayne Clark, vice- president; Tom Dillman, treasurer; Barbara Barker, secretary. The sponsors this year are Miss Gongwer and Mr. Metzger.