Elberfeld High School - Elite Yearbook (Elberfeld, IN)

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Class Prophecy, Cont'd. Next I dreamed I was in the windy city of Chicago, in a building with rooms and rooms of people dancing and such big, smooth, shining floors to dance on too. I wonder who the smooth and graceful dancer is in this room giving instructions? She is so graceful that the complicated dance looks almost simple to do. Now that couldn't be Janie Vaught could it? Why yes it is. Janie tells me she is the head dancing instructor here at this Arthur Murray school for dancing. I must say all of Janie's dancing she done back home sure is coming in handy. She says her work is just what she likes io do best and she's working toward owning her own school. Then as I dreamed on I heard noise and a lot of commotion going on across the street. Listen fire trucks! There must be a fire going on in that big building. As I hurry over, there is already a large crowd of people and policemen and reporters everywhere. Speaking of reporters, look at that news reporter up there in front right by the firemen. She should be careful that's some fire. My goodness thats Marilene Thene and she's writing a mile a minute. When the fire had calmed down I went over to say a few words to her and Marilene tells me she liked the newspaper work so well when she was just delivering papers back home, that she decided to choose the news- paper business as a career. Now she is the star reporter for the Chicago Tribune . She must be a very good reporter as brave and daring as she is. I find myself walking on down these windy Chicago streets and on the corner I see a large self-service grocery store. As I look in the big window of the store, I see an attractive business woman with flaming red hair telling a salesman where to get off at. You can tell she is very angry and her temper fits that red hair just perfect. When I walk in she is sending the salesman on his way and I see it is none other than Doris Arendell, another senior from my class. Doris tells me, as we chat together, that she had worked her self up from way back when she first started working at Roy Nichol- son's store back home. She is now manager of this big store and you can tell she has a good business head on her as you look around and see every thing running so smoothly. How I wish I had her red hair, that alone would give you courage to keep things going. Then as I fell deeper into dreamland I found myself standing before good old E. H. S. When I walked in I could hear they were having music on the stage and as I entered onto the stage I heard a sweet, clear, soprano voice singing above the group of singers. The voice did sound familiar and it was much to my surprise when I saw the voice belonged to Irma Gene Oeth, now a music teacher at Elberfeld High School. When she passed the class I went over and congratulated her on her beautiful singing. She then told me she was not only a music teacher, but also the wife of Walter Karch and they were living in a big brick home on Oakhill Road. She seemed to be very happy and her wonderful ability for music sure wasn't being wasted. Dreaming on, I found myself out on the familiar streets of town and decided togo down main street and see if there were any changes. I hadn't walked more than a block when a big Cadillac with, a pretty young lady driving it stopped and asked me to ride down town. Of all people, Pearl Sellers, probably by now her name is Pearl Strott. Sure enough Pearl tells me she is married to Paul and that she owns and operates one of the largest Beauty Shops in Southern Indiana. She is still the same talkative Pearl, but it's good to see she's still her same sweet self. You can see she's very happy especially when she talks of Paul and their son Larry Paul.

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Class Prophecy It had been a very busy day at school and I was exhausted. The whole senior class as well as myself can hardly find' time anymore to even catch our breath. These last few weeks of school activities really keep us on our tocs. There is the annual to get ready for printing, pictures to be taken, a senior play to be given, a Junior-Senior banquet to attend, planning the baccalaureate and commencement exercises, and numerous other things that come to seniors at graduation time. I came home from school with the intention of getting my lessons for the next day, but sitting by the warm fire in a comfortable chair it was easy to fall fast asleep. I found myself dreaming about my own class, the seniors of 1950, only I visualized what they would be doing in the year of 1960. This is the dream I had and I would like to tell all of you readers about it. First, I was in New York City at Carnegie Hall. There was beautiful piano music being played. I wonder who the pretty young lady is that is playing such wonderful music? Now she is taking her bow and I find myself going backstage to congratulate her. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it was one of my classmates Pat Thompson. Her husband, Kermit Miles, was there giving her a beautiful spray of roses. It was wonderful to see that Pat was making a success of being a wife as well as a great concert pianist. Then I dreamed I was speeding down the highway in one of those new 1960 Rocket cars. There seems to be something wrong with the motor so I'll just stop at this big garage up ahead. Now that mechanic sure looks very familiar. No wonder he does, that's Royce Speicher another of my classmates. I remember reading a few years back where he was one of the star basketball players on the Evansville College team and was taking a course in mechanics. As I chat with Royce he tells me after graduating from college, he was lucky enough to get to buy his own garage and start right into business. It was sure nice to see Royce was getting to fulfill his desire of being a mechanic, and a good one too, he has my car fixed already. Then I was on my way again and because it was such a hot day I kept getting thirstier by the mile. I finally decided to stop at a big farnr house just up ahead and ask for a cold drink of water. The sign in front tells me it's a turkey farm and such a nice big one. As I see the young lady coming out of the house to greet me I notice how familiar her walk is. When she gets closer I see it's Patsy Vaught, of all people. I knew she was married to Vernon Tevault, but I had no idea: they owned a turkey farm. As she gives me a glass of water she tells me she likes the farm very much and she gives me a good sales talk on buying a turkey. I cart see she is very happy and I'm glad to see her eyes light up when she talks about Vernon and the turkeys. As I whizzed on down the highway again, I turned on the radio to listen to some music and I heard one of the most mellow and smoothest voices I had ever heard. When the announcer gave the name Charles fEddy Arnoldl Poiles the bobby sockers Idol of the air waves, I knew right away it was another of my classmates Charlie Poiles. Just listen to the bobby sockers swoon. He sure deserves' all the clapping and praise, for he sure can do things with his voice. ,

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Class Prophecy, Cont'd. As my dream goes on, I see myself getting out of th ecar and waving goodbye to Pearl. Not watching where I was going, I turned, and ran into someone dressed all in blue. When I looked up into his familiar blue eyes and saw red hair flaming from beneath a sailor hatg I could see it was none other than Harold Hollingsworth. He seems to have grown two inches taller and his chest is thrown out proudly. He has something to be proud about too, for he tells me he has just been made an Admiral of the United States Navy. He is home now on a two weeks leave and he goes on to tell me he is going to make the Navy his career. I must say he makes a handsome sailor as well as a successful one. Next my dream seems to take me to a train station and in my hand is a ticket that says Washington, D. C. There is the train that's leaving for there and as I board it, I see I will have to share seats with a very serious looking young man. When I sat down and glanced over at the man who do you suppose it was? Bob Voyles, another former senior of '50, I find Bob is a very successful traveling salesman and I know he would be with his easy going manner and determination. Bob tells me he is also married and has twin sons. That surprised me for he never had much use for the girls in high school, but then you never could under estimate the powers of a woman. After arriving in Washington I found myself making way to the Capitol Building. When I reached there I saw a guide getting ready to take a group of people through the building on a tour. It should be interesting so I'll just go along too. The rooms were big and beautiful with marble floors that glistened. Then I heard voices in the next room and looking in I saw the President, and he was dictating letters to his secretary. She was a very attractive, poised secretary and as she turned her head to leave I saw it was Mary Parton. So she is the secretary to the President of the United States? What a great honor to be capable of holding that position. I don't know of anyone who would make a better secretary for she was always known for her person- ality and dependability. As the dream goes on, I left after the tour and going down the street I saw a very familiar person coming toward me. He looks ver ydistinguished dressed in a gray suit and carrying a brief case. When he gets closer I see it is Clarence Baughn, another of my classmates. When I stopped to talk to him he tells me he is a very busy man these days. His job is very secretive for he is now one of the great scientists on the H-BOMB . I wasn't very surprised to hear he was doing such intelligence work for he always did have brains that I was always wishing I had. Then as my dream continued on, I seemed to decide to take an airplane back home to get there quicker. It was nice and peaceful riding along in one of these new speedy planes. And then as I looked down the aisle I was very startled, for coming towards me was an Airline Stewardess. Who do you suppose it was? Yes, you guessed it, it was myself, Janice Duffy. About that time I awoke, and jumped straight up. Was that ever shocking seeing yourself ten years from now. Oh! what a joy it was to be awake and know that I was still a Senior of 1950, and that I could go to school tomorrow and see all of my classmates still roaming the halls of good old E. H. S. I do hope that each and everyone of my classmates will be as successful ten years from now as I dreamed they were. If I know my classmates I won't have to worry much. J. D.