Elberfeld High School - Elite Yearbook (Elberfeld, IN)

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I9 I-232 2-32-1 we I-22-23 .-133 Que Sera, Sera I had been in town only two weeks when I injured an already damaged tooth by eating corn off the cob. In the short time that I had been there I had had no chance or reason to inquire about dentists. However, after two days of agony, my girl friend suggested going to see her dentist. I did not connect his name at all with my past because it had been ten years since I had heard such a name. She Warned me that I should be quick on my feet for her dentist was very - - shall I say - - chummy? So on the following morning I did about a mile of road work to get in shape and then called a cab. Very soon my cab halted at the curb. I climbed in and we took off. The driver said he was saving his money to buy the cab company so he could fire his boss. At that particular time he lacked only S149,900.00, so I figured he had about 3100.00 saved. He either hadn't been working very long, didn't know how to save, or got a heck of a poor paycheck. I didn't ask and he didn't bother to tell me which it was. Soon our talk was ended by a loud crash and jolt! Our cab turned completely around and came to a halt against a stop sign. I climbed out to see just who the guy was who couldn't read signs. It wasn't a guy at all, but Sylvia Goehlich, a former classmate. She had been cruising her graceful Cadillac down through the heart of Miami and was so impressed with everything she just didn't see the stop sign . She had come South to meet her husband, who would soon be in from Havana, where he had been settling a business dispute. Judging from her car and clothing, she was surely doing all right. I learned from her that Elaine had been mar- ried for eight years and had eight kids to prove it. She and her family lived on a ranch in California and were getting along wonderfully to- gether. That was nice, I thought. From Sylvia I also learned that Ray- mond Menke had quite a deal going for him in the garage business. His main interest was Cadillacs fwhose isn't?J and he seemed very successful. He wasn't only successful in the garage business for he had a date book two inches thick. Gt figures.J By this time the accident was straightened out so I continued to my destination. But Lady Luck was against me all the way and the cab driver slip- ped through an intersection on a yellow light, so he said. After the motorcycle cop, who incidentally was Lander Dorsey, stopped us and heard the driver's story, he took us back to the intersection and proved that the light hadn't been yellow. You see, there was no yellow light at this parti- cular intersection. After conversing with Lander, We learned Larry Holtz was one of Joey Chitwood's Hell Drivers. Well, knowing Larry as I did, he should have made an A-1 Hell Driver. At least he was experienced when it came to wrecking cars. We took our ticket and journeyed on. By this time I was already two and a half hours late for my appointment and my jaw was quite swollen and numb. Q In all this time we had traveled five city blocks. Only five more to go! We might make it if we hurried! On second though, maybe we had better not hurry. One ticket proved sufficient. lContinuedJ

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2-22-22-I 52I-2'-2'-Z!-'Z-'Z-2!'2!'!3 Class Poem GRADUATION DAY ---- 1957 We Seniors have been waiting for Our day of Seventh Heaven , This day means so very much . . . . Graduation Day - - - - 1957! It always seemed so far away, Now suddenly it's here. Each Senior lays his books aside And gives a gleeful cheer. We're happy, and ready, to face the world But some sadness still remains, Through these halls, we'l1 never pass As high school students again. Secretly, we'd all admit Our teachers have been swell. We will remember in years to come The lessons they've taught so well. We Seniors want to give our parents Our heart-felt love and praise, They've sacrificed so many times To help us through school days . On Graduation Day 1957 We'll say goodbye and part, But E. H. S. will always remain In every Senior's heart.

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I9 331- .3324 I-Z!-Z2-I! '233 Que Sera, Sera Over the cab radio came a call to pick up two ladies at a store. To my surprise, I learned the two ladies were Norita Oster and Luann Nichol- son. I learned Norita was fresh out of medical school and was planning on buying a hospital in Miami along with two doctors. I never did figure out what she wanted with two doctors. As for Lu Lu! That poor kid was distressed to tears. She and her husband had planned to come to Miami for their honeymoon and somehow their tickets got confused with another couple's. While Luann was in Florida with a stranger, her husband was in Mexico. What a honeymoon! Butt laince she had already waited ten years, a few more days passed quic y. Finally my destination loomed before me. As we stopped, I told my three friends good-bye and walked into the building. I told the reception- ist my name and she stated that I was three hours late. I considered that a very brilliant deduction. As I took a seat, I thought she looked familiar. Upon inquiry I discovered her to be Kathleen Horn. We both flipped. My! I had changed! My! She didn't even recognize me! My! - - - Our conversation was rudely interrupted by a couple who entered the office with a small boy who kept insisting that he didn't want his teeth pulled. They were his and he wanted them. Just when I was about to shout and ask why they didn't do some- thing to that kid, I saw the frantic parents were none other than Bob and Marie Simpkins. They had three children and the one so attached to his teeth, decayed or not, was the middle-sized one. They said Curt was a prominent figure in the stock market. Still that's no sign he was a big deal. Some cows I've seen have the same rat- ing. However, Curt mixed well with his Wall Street friends. I had read of his escapades quite frequently in the paper. They also informed me that Ronnie Blesch was a traveling sales- man. After trying to sell some of the products he did, it was a good thing he could travel - - - and fast, too! After the man ahead of me had gone into the office, only to be heard screaming bloody murder a few minutes later, I suddenly lost my desire to gossip. With a shiver I sank onto the couch and absently gazed over the day's newspaper. Suddenly the screaming in the next room stopped and the door opened. Kathleen said it was now my time so on nervous feet I walked in and sat down in a huge chair at the request of a dark-haired nurse. I asked if I knew her and she said her name was Anna Mae. It wasn't Kiegel any- more. I marveled at how thin she was. She explained by saying she had worked for this chummy dentist for five years and had lost all of her weight running around the office. She said that I should remember the dentist. His name was LeMoin McKinney! I rose from the chair quickly exclaiming that I felt fine and had no toothache at all. I'm not a coward, you understand, but - - - LeMoin McKinney! I went home then feeling fine knowing that I once again was up-to- date on the whereabouts and happenings of my classmates of '57 - - - the famous and not so famous. If you don't know who I am as yet, you should. I'm that elevator operator who never quite waits until you get your better half in before closing the door. My name is Joyce Ann.