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

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GlaAA, PoxuiUecu. By Rhoda Unzicker Dear Diary : It surely has been a wonderful day. Imagine, just 10 years ago I graduated from DeMotte High School. It certainly was a coincidence, meeting all of my former classmates of 1946 in 1946. I noticed a poster in the train this morning, stating that John Boezeman, the famous skater is coming to town soon. How did he ever learn to skate without poles, I wonder? I met Josephine Speechley on the bus last week. She is a private secretary for Frieda Cheever, who owns a nylon hose factory. Lucky People ! I ran into Kathleen Sauer who now owns a beauty shop, “Kathy’s Kurls.” She was on her way to the hospital to keep a date with the former Charmaine Hockney. Charmaine had taken Walt Jr. down to have his tonsils removed. Kathy invited me to go with her, and while we were there, we met Mabel Sekema who ig a famous surgical nurse. Just as I was leaving the hospital, I met the former Evelyn Hoffman. She is the wife of one of the Hospital Staff Surgeons, and seemed to be very happy. ' I met Edward Goetz and his pretty little wife at a garden party out on the west side this summer. Ed is the owner of a very prominent down-town department store and one of his loveliest models is beautiful, dark haired Virginia Mak. Jean Schuringa is now Mrs. LaVern DeKock and lives on a large ranch in Nevada. Jean and her husband came to town on business and Jean called me and asked me to meet her for lunch. Imagine our surprise when we found that Willard De Fries was the owner of the most exclusive restaurant in the country, “Wid ' s Wacky Waldorf.” Wid said that he is planning to retire as soon as his son grows

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GlaM. f WiU I, Rhoda Unzicker, in a methodical state of mind, will my ' method of driving a car to Edna Cox. I, Ella Vander Molen, in an extremely happy state of mind, will all my trips to Chicago to John Black. Hope you will enjoy them as much as I did. We, the Senior Class, in an effervescent state of mind, will to our rightful heirs, the Juniors, our fame as being the wealthiest class in DeMotte High School. To the Sophomores, we will all those interesting reports we wrote for our Senior English Class. Sorry, hut we’re afraid you’re not getting much. To the Freshman Class, we will ' all the fun we had the night of Freshman Initiation. We will to the teachers as follows: Miss Rolling — An art class with less giggling and noise. Mrs. Gidley — An English class that will have the grey-matter to learn the Dewey Decimal System by heart. Mr. Thompson— a large and successful hand for next year. Mr. Stucker — A Senior class that will not take time out of his Government class for their class business. Miss Gundy — A bookkeeping class that can finish exercise 38 before school is out. Miss Haas — An advanced Home Ec. class that can boil water without scorching it. Mr. Stangle — The title of Water Commissioner of DeMotte— NO SULPHUR WATER, PLEASE! Mr. Hission — a science room which isn’t next to the music department. Mr. Hinton— A brand new toupe.

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QIgM Ptiariliecy up. He will have a pretty long; wait, for Junior is only three ! I took a ride out to the huge bridge being erected out on Cumberland Lane, last Sunday afternoon. The work is progressing at an unbelievable rate, and why shouldn’t it with Don Peterson as chief engineer? Don says that he likes his work very much and has even higger plans for the future. Hard telling what they will be ! Denny Swart still has Don outrated for height in more ways than one. Denny is working for Transcon- tinental Airlines, flying from Miami to Chicago every day. While looking at the paper this evening, I saw that Ella Vander Molen is writing the gossip column, “Who’s Who and What’s What.” On the next page was “Laverne’s Lovelorn Letters.” I never dreamed that Laverne Evers would take Dorothy Dix’s place. I read where Alice Rowen is revolutionizing the teaching of commerce. I remember how she always hated it in school and vowed to do something about it. On second look at the pretty little waitress in the Drug Store one day, I recognized Bethel Schwanke. i took my mother down town to a radio studio not long ago. We had tickets for a musical program. Who but Cal Swart colud play such a sweet trumpet? Cal was so thrilled to see us and asked if we couldn’t stay after the program and meet his beautiful singer — June Swart. Barbara Stangle Hoffman was at the broadcast, too, with her husband and three children. Barb said it was the children’s first trip to the city and they were cer- tainly enjoying every minute of it. Ho-hum. Well, I’d better get to bed now, as I go back on duty tomorrow morning. An Airline Hostess must be wide awake, especially when she works with her “best beau.” Have to keep an eye on him you know ! Goodnight.