Chestnut Ridge High School - Lion Yearbook (New Paris, PA)

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ALFRED HITCHCOCK PRESENTS THE CLASS PROPHECY New York, N. Y. May l, 1983 Dear Diary, It's so much fun being an M.B.C. talent scout! Today M.B.C. TV executive, SAM BLACKBURN, called me from his plush downtown office to tell me that I was to embark immediately on a world wide search for new TV talent. Pittsburgh, Pa. Dear Diary, May 2, 1983 You'l1 never guess who was on the same train I took here--GEORGE and MARY CATHERINE fWEYANTl BOWSER and their world-famous circus. In one seat I saw George's star elephant trainers RICHARD HOOVER, GALEN SHAFFER, and ALLEN CLAYCOMB. Seat- ed next to those pachyderm experts were the courageous tightrope walkers, SANDRA FEAS- TER, NANCY ICKES, and GARY WILLIAMS. Suddenly I gasped in horror. There, standing in the aisle, were five people throwing knives at each other. I discovered, to my relief, that they were merely the famed jugglers, BARBRA HINTON, SALLY MCMILLEN, MARIORIE LATSHAW, DEAN HOUSEL, and ROBERT WERNER practicing their renowned knife act. Be- hind the jugglers sat the three most famous fat ladies in the circus world. I was astounded to learn that they were none other than my old classmates, IANET MCCREARY, PEGGY KING, and IEAN FISHER! I chuckled as I saw the four circus clowns-PAUL ALLISON, NEAL BUTER- BAUGH, AUGUST DALLA VALLE, and BOB SMITH squirting each other with seltzer bottles. Also on the same train, I learned, were the three Metropolitan Opera singers, EVELYN STE- VENSON, MARIORIE COLVIN, and IOYCE DIEHL. Traveling with the opera singers were the beautiful Las Vegas dancers, IANIE BAREFOOT, HAZEL CARSON, BARBARA BOWSER. and CAROL FEATHER. I was so impressed with the talented singers, dancers, and the circus that I signed them all to a long-term M.B. C. contract. Alamo City, Texas Dear Diary, May 15, 1983 My boss is hep to Westerns, so here I am, shopping for talent in the Texas Pan- handle. I am staying at the famous Bar VXX Ranch of oil millionaire BUD WEAVER and his charming wife, the former ROXIE WESTOVER. Yesterday I paid a visit to Bud's neigh- bors, ELSIE INEATROURD CASSIDY and CAROL IMOCKI AUTRY, who both hope to enter a winner in the Kentucky Derby this year. While I was at the Autry's spread, I saw a group of handsome cowboys, IERRY BOWSER, KENNETH DAVIS, and MAURICE FISHER rounding up the little doggies. RICHARD MCCOY was seated on top of a nearby corral fence happily singing Home On the Range and strumming on his western guitar. Naturally I gave these handsome cowboys and their horses a contract on the spot. Seville, Spain Dear Didry, Iune 1, 1983 Today I took a vacation from my exhausting talent search and attended an exciting, colorful bull fight. The fearless matadors, ARLENE VAUGHN, IENNIE WITT, and DOTTY YANTZ gallantly waved red flags at the enraged bull, while DORA SHOMO expertly threw darts into his hide. I recognized such eminent spectators as DRS. MARY HOLLAND and NANCY KLINE, whose revolutionary mathematical theories are astounding the worldg LOW- ELL BENTON. the celebrated jazz composer and his private secretary, SHIRLEY FELIXg mus- ical comedy star DELORES MILLER and her friends, actresses SALLY BOWSER and DOLLY RIEGELg ROBERT DULL and ROBERT TRIPLETT, wealthy growers of coniferous datesg my for- mer classmates PATSY KRING and her husband GLENN IONES who had left their Madrid Reducing School long enough to drive to the bull fight. Thirty Six

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The same day we witnessed a miracle of precision . . . the changing of the guard at the tomb of the Unknown Soldier. We were all thoroughly con- vinced that those guards have built-in-second hands. Going by way of Arlington, Va., we visited Mount Vernon, the fully restored estate of George and Martha Washington. With all its special build- ings this spacious plantation must have been practically a self-sustaining community in its day. That evening some of our party went to see the Harlem Globetrotters playg others went swimming, and the less enthusiastic group rested their tired doggies while viewing Elvis in Iail House Rock. Despite exhaustion, mis- placed mattresses, and indigestion tthanks to Caruso's pizzall some of us managed to catch a few winks that night. At the unearthly hour of 6 A.M. the following morning some energetic soul roused us from our blissful slumbers. To the tune of fervent regrets that we hadn't consumed gallons of Geritol, we set off for the Bureau of Engraving and Printing. By that time we were so exhausted that money by the bales even failed to impress us. An interesting tour of the F. B. I. revived us in time to visit President Eisenhower's White House and the Washington Monument. Our more ath- letic types climbed its 898 steps and 50 landings. We spent Wednesday afternoon in the five buildings which comprise the Smithsonian Institute. These are devoted to exhibits of aviation, fine arts. natural history, transportation, science, medicine, industry and United States History. Before our buses departed, we were treated to an impromptu exhibition of rhythm and blues by two little Negro boys whose natural inclination for tapping and chanting rock-and-roll was readily exchanged for showers of coins. At approximately 10:30 P.M. Wednesday we reached C. R. H. S., and a wonderful trip, that we won't be apt to forget, ended. Here is a full salute to our chaperons-Miss Gerber, Mrs. Adams, Mr. Koza, and Mr. Rorabaugh whose help made it a much more memorable and enjoyable occasion. Thirty Five

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France, Dem Diary' Iune 20, 1983 On arriving in France, I first spent a few days in Paris where I happened to stumble onto the night club act of two versatile magicians, GENE HILLEGAS and TOM FISHER. Helping these two Merlins in their mystical endeavors were their beautiful assistants. PHYLLIS CLAYCOMB and KAY COLVIN. Later that evening more talent appeared in the form of the talented tap dancer, MERNA KNISELY. After I left Paris, I traveled to Monaco where I was graciously granted an audience with Princess Caroline and her husband, Prince RICHARD MILLER. I also visited Monte Carlo and met the world's foremost gambler, GLENN BENCE operating the Roulette Wheel. His accomplices, DONALD HILLEGASS and LEIGH- TON TAYLOR kept their eyes glued to the dice. From Monte Carlo I went to the fabulous Riviera. Here I saw BEVERLY DAVIS, FRANCES KAUFFMAN and EUNIECE HICKEY parad- ing up and down the beach in their mink swim suits given to them by their rich French husbands. Africa. Iuly 15, 1983 I hired IOE CRITCHFIELD'S safari to lead me deep into the African jungle to con- tinue my search for talent. To reach the interior of the jungle we had to cross part of the Sahara Desert. There, in the tropical sun-scorched sands, the natives seemed to be erecting some sort of a strange temple. But no! On closer view it was the three American scientists, LARRY COOPER, BOB ACKER, and LEROY IMLER erecting the new Rorabaugh Scientific Observatory. Not far away, strange cries pierced the air. They turned out to be coming from medical missionaries, VERA HARCLERODE, SHIRLEY SMITH, and IANICE ICKES. who had accidentally sat on a huge cactus plant. Big game hunters KAYE and FAYE GORDON ap- peared on the scene with a giant leopard they had just captured. As our safari pressed deeper into the jungle, we could hear weird drum beats and chants until at last we came to a clearing. There, clustered around the fire was BONNIE BENTON and her all girl Unga Bunga orchestra: DOROTHY IMLER and FRANCES IMGRUND, the tom-tom players: BARBARA WENDEL and ELIZABETH MCCREARY, the bamboo xylophone playersg IUDY HOOVER and SHIRLEY FRAZIER, rattling castanetsp and DONNA COLVIN, EUDA CLAYCOMB, NANCY DIEHL, and HILDA COLLEGE screeching the eerie jungle chants which we had heard for many miles. I knew that this group would be an immediate hit, so I at once shipped them all off to New York. Dear Diary, Hong Kong, China Dear Dim-Y' August 25, 1983 At last, here I am in Hong Kong, after getting lost in Tibet. It was lucky for M. B. C. that the three Yak dealers, DAVID CAMERON, DEAN CLARK, and LLOYD CASTEEL found me before I starved to death in the Himalayas. They and their friends, mountain goat traders. DAVID SHETLER, LLOYD MARTIN, and LEROY SNIVELY, gave me a generous supply of goat milk and yak butter to take back to New York. Before finally reaching Hong Kong, I made a brief stopover in Tokyo where I saw PATRICIA BLACKBURN, PATTY DIEHL, and SYLVA MILLER ride by in rickshaws. There, I also had the pleasure of bumping into LOIS MARTIN and SUSAN CUPPETT, instructors of an international cooking school. Now the end of my fabulous trip is in sight. Any minute RONALD HEIDORN and CYRIL WOLFHOPE should be landing their M. B. C. chartered airplane to fly me back to New York. Well, Dear Diary, I, talent scout, PHOEBE CUPPETT will never forget the fun I had looking up the old C. R. H. S. alumni and being surprised by their unusual and varied talents which, pretend- ing to lie dormant during their high school days, have now awakened to bring fame and honor to the members of the Class of 1958. ' Thirty Seven