Dorchester High School - Dorhian Yearbook (Dorchester, WI)

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Class Prophecy On© cloudy spring day in this year of 1970, I started on mj xong anxious way to the hank to have a little sum of $1,000 loaned so I could pay the last payment on my old 1949 Plymouth, I had way hack in 1954. Of course, the payment was only $200, hut I decided I would like to take a long trip probably to the moon, hut I think that is quite impossible, but probably I can take a trip and look up some of my old classmates of 1954. Being that I was a General in the Marine Corps, I was superior over the rest of the men and could come and go as I pleased. That is why I'm on my little excursion or rather thinking about it as thus. It was on the bus on the way to the bank, that I met an old classmate of mine, Shirley Sprengler. I knew by the way she drove that bus that it was her, for no other person drives that way. We talked a while and much to our surprise a cop stopped us for driving on the wrong side of the road. Well, Spitz got out in her usual carefree manner, and by the way she talked she was trying to auc- tioneer her way out of it. I of course looked out of the window and there stand- ing so big and broad in a nice new, police uniform, was Larry Waldhart.. Well you know what happened next. Thats right. We all three stood and talkeduitil another car stopped and asked what was the matter. I guess this was a lucky day for me in starting off my high hopes and ideas of seeing all my friends and classmates, because in this same car sat Shirley Paul. 0f course she wasn't driving, for her husband, an Air Porce General was taking over that task. In back were the sweetest bunch of little toddlers you would ever want to see. After that little incident we all decided it would be best if we started on our merry way again. So aftera little more chatting we proceeded on and with out a fine. It was quite a drive to the bank but inspite of all the close shaves with my bus driver, Spitz , I arrived, all in one piece. As I walked in the bank who should I meet but Jon Neidhold. He having the honor of being president of the bank received me with high colors. That was before I askedfbr the loan. We talked about old school days and then I proceeded on asking for the loan. He hesitated a bit but told me to go to the Cashier and receive my check. Here at the cashiers desk was a lady I thought I recognized, so with much deep thought, I recognized her as LaVon Doberstein. She still was the same, always talking and laughing. In spite of her talking, I received my $1,000. At this point, I decided it best that I send my $200 to Mertens Garage in pay- ment of my Plymouth. There was a Post Office right near the bank, but as long as I am here in California, 3 jet hours from Dorchesterville, I decided that I may as well board a jet plane and take a little excursion to Dorchesterville, in that city the Post Office is operated by Ronnie Busse. As I walked into the jet plane office, I went over to the receptionist desk and here Barbara Scherer, another school mate of mine, was sitting and giving out information. I asked if any planes were leaving for Dorchesterville and she said,that a plane would be leaving in about 32 minutes, so during this time we had a chance to talk over old happenings. Through this conversation I found out that the owner of this Jet air port was Lloyd Tex Mertens, and he also was the one to be jetting the Jet I was about to board. You can imagine what a state of confusion and anxiety I was in to think that he was the one I would be riding with. Well, he finally came and then we both boarded the jet for a 3 hour ride to Dorchesterville. I told Tex that I was sort of planning on a excursion on a jet, to go and see some of our old classmates. It was averyodd coincidence that Lloyd had the same ambition, and so there we sat in spite of the noise of the Jet, talking about our combined plan. After 3 Jet hours we arrived at our destination and why I went to Dorchester- ville to mail that old car payment by one of my old classmates, was beyond my reasoning. In spite of it all I did see my old friend, Ronnie Busse, at the Post Office. Here is also where I found out that not too far down the street, David Lehnertz, was Editor of the Daily News. After a bit of thought I decid- ed I would go to David and see if he would like to go along with Lloyd and I

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PROPHECY (continued) on our excursion and be a reporter. With out hardly no encouragement he said he would leave his paper up to his Co-Editor, who has just cone back from the Marines. You oan imagine the blank expression I had on my face to see Eugene Busse, the Assistant Editor of the paper. I can still see him peck away onthe typewriter in Mr Ziers, Advanced Commercial class in 54 . We stayed over a few hours and than continued. It was quite a distance to the airport, so we stopped to catch a bit to eat. The restaurant was a neat little place on the corner. The name Tuts and Mer a Eat Shop sounded so familiar so this is the one we decided to eat at. I never dreamed that it could be my far off cousin running the shop, and his wife, the former Roberta Hollman. Being that Roberta ran that restaurant for a couple of years, she had the op- portunity of meeting up with many of our old classmates, and she told us where many of the class were now. Nelrose, she said was a model in a fashion store. After our wonderful home cooked meal we started off again. Not long after we ran into a very attractive lady. Yes, it was Nelrose Oehler, the same as al- ways. Odd how we just mentioned about her and then meet face to face with her. It really was a pleasure to see her. After Lloyd, David, and I bid farewell to Nancy, we finally continued on our way to the airport. It was then that we found out that there was something drastically wrong with the jet and had to be looked over first. Of course, that called for a mechanic, and Lloyd couldn't do it, so we went to the Mechanic School • It was here that we saw, Marvin Schrader, now a professor there. Marvin, of course, gave us the best Mechanic, being that we were in a hurry. It was a big let down for us three when the mechanic said that we would have to wait for two weeks. This called for only one thing, staying overnight in a hotel and catch the next plane back to where we started from in the morning, and get another one of Lloyds Jets to continue on o jr travels. As we were walking along the street to the hotel, we spyed an orphanage with the letters, Addles, home for homeless children. There was one thought in all three of our minds and thatwas, that that could probably be the home of Adeline Zuthur• We went in and looked around and there came Adeline to greet us. She told us that she started an orphanage for herself, for she used to work in an orphanage and loved it. Adeline toldus that Agnes Stoiber and her husband are the proprietors of the hotel in the city, and that she has a very wonderful bus- Here at the hotel Agnes gave us the very best of rooms, and she said she would have our meals brought up to our rooms by her assistant. When our meals came, who should be carrying the tray but Dorothy Maxam, the last person I thought would be doing that type of work. The next morning we boarded an airplane to go to Lloyds jet airport. On the plane while we were sitting there, an airline Hostess came and greeted us, also asked if there was anything that we wanted. What a surprise to see Dorothy Miller as the hostess. We sat and talked for awhile, and of course being that the conversation was about our old school days back in 54 , I finally came to the conclusion that I met all my class mates except Norma Ludwig and Rachel Mehner. My problem now was, where would I get to see them? y problem was solved or rather partially solvedwhon Dorothy said that near the next airport, which we would be stoDDlng at, was a large dairy farm, owned and operated by the former Rachel Mehner ana horma Ludwig and their husbands. The plane had a half hour stop over at this airport, so that gave us the oppor- tunity to see those two girls again. Me were surprised when we got there to see all of Rachels cats anddogs around. She and Norma got along fine together working with all the animals. I can see Rachel on a farm but somehow I just cannot see Norma living on a farm. ET®n though, they both live there and enjoy every moment of it. They both have two little boys, Not just the quia teat ones either and they also enjoy every mo- ment of the day on the farm.