Eastern High School - Aurora Yearbook (Greentown, IN)

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NAME Peggy Aaron Joan Alexander Loretta Armfield Dewayne Baldwin Betty Bougher Martha Broo Donald Flook Ronald Flook Susan Fetters Vernon Fowler Carolyn Symons Willa Dene Jarratt Lowell Crow Mary Johnson Sharon Hensler Marilyn Johnson Mary Ellen Harvey Gretchen Galvin John Hopkins Gene Hainlen Richard Johnson Amos Kelley June Kennedy Doris Kee Rita McKee Larry McKinney Webb Riley Ross Gross Robert Schaaf Larry Stanger Nancy Talbert Tom Wright Sue Tygart Weldon Hochste dler Letitia Hite Eugene McDonnell Larry Seagraves Shirley Williams Connie Woodmansee Jessie Wilson NICKNAME .. Peg.. Jo Lorie Baldy Janie Martie Donnie vu Ronnie .. Suzy.. ...I-om.. ora Lady Deanie Crow Lou Jeanie Dee Punk Gret HOPPYH Hanie Dick .. Amy.. Bert Dorie Wee Wee Shorty Henry Rosie Bert Stanger Nanny Tommy Neen Hoch Tisha Buddy Ike Shirley Ann .. Jes.. Woodmansee PASTIME The Girls Paul Kokomo Swing Band Longs Market Dressing up Basketball and girls Girls and basketball Talking Running around Library Writing letters Boasting Joking Baby sitting Sleeping Reading Being sweet Girls Teasing Politics Telling stories Music Letters TV Smoking Helen Studying Reading Converse Combing her hair Stepping out Acting crazy The Ford Being quiet Yell-Leader Farming Having accidents Dick Keyton Work SAYINGS Aw, you're just mixed up! Wonder what Paul's doing! Aw, lookey here. O, K. let's vote again! Hey, I got some more pictures. Oh, I don't like that! We have basketball practice tonight! Wait up and l'll walk with you! lt's up to you. I don't wanna go steady! I got the keys to the Chevy! Ah, ha, I told you so. l'll show you what I mean. Why don't you sit down? Ah, I don't think so. How do you expect me to know? Oh, you know! You kids go on, I'm coming. Is that right? Well, Dittle Dittle, I don't know. Hot dog! What will I say! You crazy little mixed up kids! Wish George was here. You'1l never know. Don't ask me. I tell ya. Oh, for Corn sake. I wish l knew. Don't feed me that sob story! You don't need to read it, Hey, wait on meg I bet you do. Oh, for heaven's sake, Yell louder! I like Ike! Just a minute. I got to write a letter, I like to drive.

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?fw A few hours before graduation I was sitting in the living room thinking about my classmates and wondering what they would be doing in 1963, when I drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew I was boarding a plane for New York and was being greeted by a friendly stewardess, who to my surprise, was my old classmate Shirley Williams. Shirley told me about her husband Tom Wright and their two little Wrights. She also told me Carolyn Symons was now Mrs. Larry Seagreave. Larry is making a car- eer of the Army and he and Carolyn were in Europe. She said that Jessie Wilson was now a famous lecturer there. When we arrived in New York I bade Shirley good-bye and good-luck and started on my way. While trying to hail a cab, I collided with a man, who was loaded down with bundles and packages, When I started to apolo- gize I recognized him as Dewayne Baldwin, Dewayne said he had been in New York for three years, and was now the owner of a Men's Clothing Store. Since failing to catch the cab, Dewayne offered to take me to my hotel, The Waldorf-Astoria. I congratulated Dewayne and wished him future success and then departed. After registering at the hotel the desk clerk called the bell boy and who should it be but Larry McKinney, Larry showed me to my room and we talked of old times. I asked him for recommendations of a hair dresser. He told me of a famous hair stylist and gave me his address. Larry said he would see me during my visit and went back to his job. I called the hair stylist and made an appointment for the next day at one o'clock P.M, Just as I hung up the phone, a little girl came running into my room calling Mama! Mama! I consoled her and asked her name. Be- tween her sobs she managed to tell me her name was Cathy Keyton and her mother's name was Connie, I called the clerk and he told me a Mrs. Richard Keyton was registered and gave me her room number, I took Cathy to her mother's apartment and it was none other than my old classmate, Connie Woodmansee. Connie told me that Roberta Schaaf was the personal secretary for the President of the United States. She also told me that Rose Gross and her husband, who is a movie producer, are traveling around the world looking for new talent, Connie thanked me for bringing her daughter to her and I departed. After such a surprising day I retired. I arose early the next morning and went shopping. I was walking down Fifth Ave. when a beautiful hat in the window of a shop caught my eye. lust what I needed, a new hat! I turned around, why Betty, Betty Bougher! What are you doing here? Betty told me she owned the shop and had such a wonderful business that she was plan- ning on retiring in the near future. Betty asked me ifl knew our old classmate Susan Fetters was an opera star and was appearing at the Metropolitan Opera House next week. I was very happy to hear Susan had reached her life ambition. Betty and I made a date to have dinner that night and l went on my way to the hair stylist. The Beauty Salon was strictly Ultra Modern and very beautiful, The stylist, who talked with a French accent, called to me. Some- thing about him reminded me of someone I used to know. Then it struck me, why Vernon Fowler, why Vemon, you big fake! Vernon explained his French ways seemed to attract customers. He told me that Gene Hainlen and Larry Stanger now have a TV show of their own and are haivng great success as a comedy team. I gave Vernon my word not to expose his secret and bade him good-bye. Vernon's experience with home permanents in high school turned out to be useful in his career, didn't it! Now to catch a cab, Here came a cab around the corner on two wheels, I didn't know if I wanted to ride in it or notg but in N,Y. you can't be choosy. The cab stopped and I entered, that face, where had I seen it, after seeing it for twelve years how could I forget it! Webb Riley! Webb told me he enjoyed driving so much he de- cided to do it for a living. He also told me he had quite a few little Rileys to drive around now. Webb left me at my hotel and said good-bye. That night Betty and I decided to goto Ceiros for dinner. A very handsome head waiter came toward us. Why, Betty, look it's John Hopkins! John showed us to our table and while we were dining we noticed two good-looking own a construction company as soon as they were discharged. They also wld us that Amos Kelley was a very suc-