Cumberland High School - Milestone Yearbook (Cumberland, IA)

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SENIOR SKIP DA! After weeas of trying to keep secret the date for snlp day, the Senior Class on Friday, March l4, went to Omaha, Nebraska with their sponsor, Mr Saville Some car trouble delayed us in Council Bluffs but after making arrangements we vlslted Boy's Town, Carter Lake, and the Airport where some toon plane rides Going bacn into Omabl, at lunchtime, we ate at WK1ng Fongs' Some were witnessed eating chow mein but found lt a little distaste ful Finishing our luncr, we went through the Joselyn Memorial Llnora Johnston found lt very entertaining and spent the afternoon there while the rest went downtown shopping In the ev ning we went HIGH SCHOOL PICWIC On May 14, wednesday evening the nigh school students met at the school house and went to the Pettlnger timber for a picnic of welners, buns, pop, ice cream, and cake Finding a good spot for klttenball most of the students par tlclpated in the game Other entertainment was log walking, swim ming Qqulte unlntentlonallyl, and ice cream 'facials ' SENIOR BREAKFAST an annual event, the Senior Breakfast, planned by the mothers was served this year, May l5, at 9 OO a m The stage was decorated in the class colors of blue and gold The centerpiece was a minia ture schoolhouse with sidewalks of blue and gold crepe paper leading to each place The menu consisted of fruit cocmtall, scrambled eggs ham, potatoes, rolls, Jam, coffee, ice cream, and cake CLASS DAY The last day of school was set aside for class day After the reading of the prophecy and will, letters for athletics, band, and choir were presented by Superintendent Saville Special awards given for outstanding achievements were Outstanding athlete, Clair Coughlln, music, Dorothy Steffen, Lorene Lugeland, and Eleanor Hynd man, outstanding scholastic work throughout senior year, Lorraine Smith ALUMNI BANwUET One of the nicest affairs of the season was the Alumni Banquet on May 22, to which the Seniors were invited as guests The tables set for 190 persons, were beautifully decorated with blue and yellow spring flowers, the nut cups were graduation caps, and the menus rolled as diplomas Initiation was enjoyed by all, even tre Seniors 1 r , , A I - A I 0 , ly Y' 1 ,Y . . I . ., . , A Af 0 , , - O L ' . A, Q . . . I Q e to a movie. A , S O A - 1 . ' . . h A . . . . . , - O ' ' 0 . O . . . . . I fx , . O . , . .

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GLASS PROPHECY I was rudely awakened by someone BD8K1HE me, I turned over and there to my surprise stood one of my old classmates Clair South A flrst I did not recognize hlm because of his heavy beard, but slowly the recognition came to me After shaking hands I asked him what he was doing as a dock hand He told me that he had come to California, lost all of his money in a poker game and was working for tis fare back to Cumberland I told him that I had just received my QIBOHAPQC from the navy and after 10 years I was going back to Cumberland He asked me lf I would loan him enough money to get back I told hlm he could ride back with me in my newly purchased 1913 Model T which was at thls time only 44 years old and still going strong We jumped aboard and started the long Journey home Three weeks later, after much vigorous exercise, we arrived ln a small town ln Wyoming We stopped to eat and to look for a used car deal Walking down the st eet, we sighted the one and only garage Enter ing, we saw a familiar flgure bent over working at a car As he straight ened and turned we recognized him as our old friend and classmate, Bob Gerlock Upon inquiry we learned that Bob started to California in '48 but the old trusty '54 had balked, since then he had spent most of his time try ing to figure out what was the matter In his leisure time he had settled down and married the town belle, daughter of a mechanic, from whom he had inherited his place of business Inqulrlng about a car, we found he had Just what we wanted after pooling our resources, obtaining a small loan and purchasing the car, we pointed our radiator cap toward Cumberland, and were on our way We had gone but 10 miles when suddenly we came upon a huge flock of my surprise when I realized that it was my old friend and buddy, Gall Hol aday We stopped and chatted some time about our happy high school days at C H S Gall told us that he had married his high school flame, Geneva Porter, and that they were living lr a one room shack up in the mountains I remarked that lt might be crowded, but he said that they and their five children d1dn't mind, the only thlng was that they had to run sleeping shifts when all of them were home At this time Ga1l's sheep started to stampede, so bidding us bon voyage he ran for the hills Four days later, looking like a couple of coal miners, and still spitting sand we arrived in Cumberland I suggested that we look for a place to take a bath and Clair agreed After five minutes of hunting, I happened to glance across the street There in neon lights, 10 foot high was a familiar name, Worthington Reading further I noticed that under his name lt read 'Turkish Baths' I wondered if perchance lt was my old pal Worthington sure enough who should start ambllng towards us but the Spider himself I asked him why he ever took this occupation replied that he was a good example of how Turkish Baths help one to reduce, that his name and figure were plastered on every signboard ln the country At that moment an old man stooped and bald, entered As he walked by, Woody asked me if I knew who that was I told him it looked like Father Time about December 31 Woody laughed and explained to me that it was our high school warden, W K Saville, and that since we, the class of '47, had left, he had always wondered where his next basketball team was going to come from This had caused him to lose his weight and also what re malned of his hair After a most refreshing bath Clair decided to go see his boss to try to get back his old Job, as test driver for Chrysler products, so after Journeylng many weary miles together, we found our paths once more parting Since I was without funds, I too, started looking for a Job I walk ed to the corner of 7th and lain street and there with my last three pennies ' . c ere ' A r n ' sheep being driven across the road by a short, bow-legged man.A Imagine . . He