Demotte High School - Keen Keener Yearbook (Demotte, IN)

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SENIOR CLASS POEM (Cont.) Arnie is our new class member; He joined with us the last of November. He left Eileen away out there And fell for the smile we see Alma wear. There is a girl who comes from towards Thayer, She has blue eyes and medium brown hair. She is a happy-go-lucky bright dame — Who is this girl? — Marie is her name. The huskiest member of the class is Eddie — For work, we know, he’s forever ready. For the girls, it seems he would never rush Because it might tend to make him blush. Another class member is slender Wally, We usually find him quite jolly. At him, the girls take a second look. For his list of talents would fill a book. Pearl is the girl who’s usually talking. Whether she’s riding or whether she’s walking. Always and always she seems quite glad. So, considering all, she isn’t so bad. Dan is the boy with the humorous grin. And he can take everything right on the chin. He is so witty and good looking, you know It’s really a shame he’s not somebody’s beau. Lillian wants to have a nurse’s career; She’s had this in mind for many a year. In this, we think, she will be a success. For with her talents it can be nothing less. Art Bunning is the restaurant worker. In this, we hear, he is not a shirker. A finer fellow is hard to find. For Art’s good nature is a very rare kind. Eleanor is another class member — She is hard on the masculine gender. For she is short and so very fair With pretty blue eyes and dark curly hair. Charlotte’s the girl who is stoutest of all. She has light hair and is not very tall. Her ambition is to take nurses’ training — We hope this will help, her weight to stop gaining. Teddy has a heart that is good and true. He’s said he hates women through and through; He’s just about decided that he was quite right After a recent escapade which made him want to fight. (Continued on page twenty) Page thirteen

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n JKmner 957 SENIOR CLASS POEM By Annette Terpstra The work of a poet was assigned to me. No other job could harder be. But I’ve found some others who rendered their aid, And, if I’m real lucky, a poem might be made. So, if you’ll bear with me for just a short time I’ll pass on to you our senior class rhyme. It tells the ambitions, the hopes, and the joy Of each senior girl and each senior boy. “Berny” Tysen is first on the list. We often have wondered by whom he’s been kissed. For on both his cheeks we see a cute dimple — “It was Mother’’, says he. Now wasn’t that simple? Bob is our class president. He is a trombone-playing gent. Over his name he raises a fuss — He’s J. Robert to you, but he’s Bob to us. Alma is the Kniman lass. Who two years ago, came to our class. Over Latin she never sheds a tear Although she is taking her second year. Francie has a crush on Mary jean Bernard; But getting her now, is going to be hard. For he’s not the only one, we have seen. That’s been told, “I’m too young. I’m only fourteen”. We used to think of Betty and Harry. And thought that some day they really would marry. But now she has quit him for a boy of this class — Who is this fellow? — Well, we’ll let that pass. Of our annual, George is the editor; For this job, he had no competitor. I think he’s the tallest boy of our class, His good looks stir the heart of many a lass. Billy Bahler is a rather short lad. Because of basketball, he’s never sad. Although some English almost gets him down We seldom see Billy wearing a frown. Dorothy is a cute young girl. Her hair is done up in many a curl. She says she’s not able to find the right beau — But, thinking this over — is it really so? (Continued on next page) Page twelve

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icn J eemr mi CLASS PROPHECY By Pearl Van Stedum February the 12th, 1955, a magnificent wedding took place in the city of Chicago. As one of the society editors for the Chicago Daily Tribune, I was ordered to attend and report this spectacular event. The bride was none other than Lillian Evers, the season’s most popular and glamorous society belle, and the groom was that dashing, rich, young heart-breaker, Richard Rice, who made his millions in the pickle business at Kniman, Indiana. As I very unceremoniously entered the kitchen I saw Bob Swart, a burly coal miner, about to kiss the scrub woman, Annette Terpstra. A very touching scene to say the least. Chef Bernard Tysen, who is very ac- complished in the fine art of cookery, was busy about his task of prepar ' ng the wedding supper. Promptly at four o’clock Rev Francis DeKoker very ably conducted the wedding ceremony. The “gay divorcee”, Dorothy Beetsman, was the bride’s maid of honor. A noted concert pianist, Edward De Vries by name, played the wedding march, and immediately after the ceremony Charlotte Punter, a Chicago Civic Opera Star, sang “I Love You Truly’’. The bride’s dress of white satin was designed by the Hollywood de- signer, Arnold Hanaway, who is noted for his original and unique designs. Mrs. Hanaway, the former Alma Bormann, a quiet little dressmaker, brought into reality this exclusive design. Arthur Bunning, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and Norman Billy Bahler, President of the United States, were among the guests present. They stayed only long enough to see the ceremony preformed. The presence of Miss Marie Boezeman, Hollywood’s greatest movie star, created quite a sensation. After the wedding supper the guests were entertained by that nimble- footed tap-danCer, George Dykstra, and by Dan Walstra, the crooner, whose golden voice you so often hear over your radio. The last and best number on the program was rendered by the world’s best comedian, Teddy Toppen. After the DeYoung twins set fire to the draperies, their mother, the former Betty Lageveen, gathered them up with her other ten children her shattered nerves, and her husband, and set out for home. The blaze was soon checked by Fire Chief, Walter Huhn, and his competent helpers. After all the guests had departed. Police-woman, Eleanor Middel- kamp felt well pleased with herself, for the DeYoung dozen had only wrecked half of the house and only three-fourths of the wedding presents were missing. Page, fourteen