Dyer Central High School - Echo Yearbook (Dyer, IN)

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CLASS PROPHECY Look! Who is that wild-looking man in a bearskin sitting in a mountain cave? Why, Ben Cromer has carried out his threat to become a hermit. Why, it sounds like Leona Peifer is leading a yell. Oh no, I can see her now, she is only lining up her six children for school. Here is the 1950 edition of the Tribune, The Wake of the News is filled with records of holes-in-one made by the golf champion, Joe Voich. With a worried wrinkle on her brow, Tillie says that she fears she has chosen the wrong career, for sewing isn't what is used to be. It takes only a few stitches to complete an outfit for the American girl of 1950. After ten years of silence, the Singing Lady is back on the air. Who, but Dyer's own Ruth Pickering is filling the position. After ten years of rapidly rising to success, Binx Gettler is now pitch- ing those no-hit games for the Cubs. What is Madame Grace da la Halfman doing up on that desk scream- ing? One of Madame's French pupils, Ambrose Rietman, Jr., put a mouse in her desk. Standing amid a crowd of reporters, cameramen, and admirers, Caro- line Spindler is declaring that she was launched upon her career as an actress the night she said the immortal words, Papa bad, Mama spank? I hear the pounding of a typewriter. It's Don Adams, Sports Editor of the Tribune. Two minutes to go and Don still has to write up the World Series. We see Jean Howard and Charlotte Gettler working at two desks, side by side. They are the co-authors of several best-sellers of the day. To my surprise, only one member remains in the famous Erection Club. This member, Martin Sing, is spending all his time designing a bigger and b-tter CENSORED which cannot be pushed over or pulled down. This mania started on Hallowe'en night in 1940. Smack! That noise was the hairbrush colliding with Junior's rumble- seat. Mrs. Virginia Heffner is having a little trouble with discipline. Anchors aweigh! Yes, Ernie Sohl, disappointed in love back in 1940, joined the Navy and has been in service ever since. Pearl Boersma is now making a name for herself by writing articles for various magazines. Miss Boersma attributes her success to her experience on the Comet staff in high school. Wny, there is Ed Miller standing outside the pearly gates. He's arguing with St. Peter. St. Peter is perfectly willing to admit Edward but he draws the line on the car. Gabriel is having a lot of competition with Margaret Reichert in the trumpet business. Margaret is now leading her own all-girl band. I see Kenny Hoffman sliding down Mount Rainied on a pair of skis. Funny thing, though,-he's reading a book titled How to Ski in Ten Easy Lessons. Up here in the clouds a mystery is solved. After listening to WJOB for ten years, I find that the velvet-voiced crooner who sings Pepsi-Cola, roody-da-da-da, is our old classmate, Joe Lair. As Joe sings, the vision fades and I feel the plane dropping to the earth. Once more I am in the present. wondering if I have been dreaming.

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CLASS PROPHECY The thrill of the take-off-the plane rises higher and higher and the drone of the plane fills my brain, crowding out all thought. The past drops away. As the clouds take shape, the faces of the Class of '41 pass in review. Look! It's the National Asparagus Convention of 1950. I see Alice Croner standing on the corner, raving to Roy DeMik, who for the past ten minutes has been trying to calm her. It seems that Alice wants to be Asparagus Queen. Roy wearily walks over to the judges' stand and deposits his vote. Final returns: Alice Croner, Asparagus Queen. I see a face at a window. It's Elaine, still keeping her nightly vigils after ten years of married life. Smilingly, Emmerson Manter emerges from the ring as the winner of the 1950 Golden Gloves. It's dresses and hats by Saks 5th Avenue now, but in 1950 it's dresses and hats by Baker, the All-American designer. Remember how cool Buck Bohney used to stay in the tightest games? You wouldn't know him now if you could see him wringing his hands and praying for his team to make another basket. Buck is coaching an unde- feated Indiana U. basketball team. I see Esther Schaller and Bette Kleine watching over a bed, two of the many maidens of mercy. Hurrah for the women in white! My eye falls upon a large sign Gigoloing Free . Walter Mundell, Eugene Heacock, Jerome Hoernig, and Charles Hogan have organized Dyer's first Escort Bureau. unique because no fee is charged. In the latest edition of the Comet we find a column written by the for- mer Lorraine Reichert, campaigning for her husband, Bud Dunkleberger. Mr. Dunkleberger is running for the office of Mayor of Schererville. Trying to prove her point that men are as vain as women. Ida Mae Scherer has opened an If You Aren't, -We'll Make You beauty salon for men. If you doubt her skill just look at Bob Engle, a product of Miss Scherer's work. Because of his great success as king of the collapsible toothpick indus- try, Arthur Miller is able to employ the two best secretaries in Indiana, Phyllis Quaife and Pauline Schelfo. I see a girl sitting at an easel painting a portrait. Why. it's the famous artist, Yvonne Keilman and her model is none other than Leona Huseman. My, my! Here is Ray Austgen cooking in a prison camp. Little does Ray know that he will bake the cake that will cause the death of Adolf Hitler from acute indigestion. The scene changes to the green campus of Wellesley College. I see a young woman with a group of girls. Yes, it's Milly Hoffman, the famous women's athletic coach. No, times hayentt changed a great deal. Bill Kooistra still drives Howard Lee around the country. The only difference is that the car is a Cadillac, now, Bill wears a uniform, and Howard sits in the back seat with the little woman. I am dazzled by the flashing lights of a new Schererville super roller- rink. I find that I must give credit for this to the champion of all roller- skaters, Rita Schweitzer. A cloud of dust-it's the motorcycle races. Here comes the winner. Yes, it's Jimmy Thiel, who started his career on Ed Miller's motor-scooter. I find Cortez Schweitzer making the rounds of the schools in this coun- try doing tricks on his famous typewriter.

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N LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT We, the Seniors of the Class of 1941, of the City of Dyer, State of Indiana, being of sound and healthy mind, do hereby draw up this our last will and testament in the following form and manner: FIRST-We will and bequeath to the Junior Class our drag with Mr. Hunt who has permitted us to while away many a leisure hour in the office. SECOND-We leave to the Sophomore Class our reputation as First Class A No. 1 Brain Trusters. THIRD-To the Freshies We leave all our happy memories and wishes that came true in dear old D. H. S. As individuals, we will and bequeath our most prized possessions, real or imaginary, as follows: I, Howard Lee, being in a subnormal state of mind, do will my ability to consume 10 to 12 doughnuts at one time, to Miss Husted. I, Joe Voich, being in a calm state of mind, do will my towering heighth plus my ability to play basketball, to Bobby Long. I, Jeanne Howard, being in a super state of mind, do leave my tiny hands and feet to Bob Miller. I, Ernest Sohl, being in a normal state of mind, do will my ability to compose romantic love notes, to Joe Overhage. I, Pauline Schelfo, being in a generous mood, do leave my shorthand ability to James Simms. I, Mildred Hoffman, being in a joyful state of mind, do will my beauti- ful dimples to Mr. Lucas. I, Eddie Miller, being in a perfect state of mind, do leave my job of stage technician plus official curtain puller , to Gerry Teutemacher. I. Grace Halfman, being in a doubtful state of mind, do bequeath my ability to jitterbug , to Johnny Kisela. I, Lorraine Reichert, being in a sane state of mind, do leave my luscious suntan powder to Miss Rich so she wont have to go to Florida. I, Jimmy Thiel, generally being regarded as sane, do will by girlish voice to Sally Rasheta. I, Joseph Lair, being in a funny state of mind, do leave to any D. H. S. high school boy the address of my beautiful girl friend back in Central Illinois. I, Rita Schweitzer, being in a healthy state of mind, do will my ability to roller-skate ion my feetj, to Mary Loveless. I, Arthur Miller, feeling happy as usual, do will all my bright remarks for otherwisel in English class, to Bill Schweitzer. I, Bud Dunkleberger, being in love as usual, do leave to Bill Braithwaite my ability to keep one girl instead of changing every day.