English High School - Englishman Yearbook (English, IN)

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Gene Cunningham, Co-Captain, Really loves all sports so well, If he had to choose between them, It would be hard to tell. He's tall and athletic, And friendly, I'1l admit. His little blue Chrevolet Goes to Taswell quite a bit. Jeanne Miller, sounds lonesome, Without another name, Jeanne and Joe together Has more recognition and fame. Jeanne is tall, cute, and slender, And she's far from being ngreenn We were very proud of her As attendent to the queen. O Novy Crawford's from Taswell And he has many different girls. He's titled nour most studious boyu And identified by glasses and curls His favorite subject is Civics, But he's fond of all the rest. When our senior stand needs a hand, Novy's sure one of the best. Lillie Linton-Wait, That's mel!! Now just what can I say?? Except that in writing this, I've used my blunt ameturish way. My own story is average, But I'm proud to have been, A senior of nineteen fifty three A mighty fine class to be in. Lillie Linton I

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Dwight King--Dependable, I know would fit him best. When we need-a helper, He's not the one to rest. Is he a Or just When the perfect 'One and Only woman hater???? waiting for the day N Will surely pass his way?? Norma Mul1en's our artist. I'l1 really give her credit. Her works should always be In the paper that we edit. She has no boy friend, But she will have soon. She has a good job Helping to serve food at noon. Merrill Stephenson--that's Stevie- Is quite a pleasant chap. When the boys pile into his truck There's need for many a lap. His charms don't go unnoticed Now really--nThat's no lie.n Just watch the eyelashes flutter When stevie passes by. Sybil Smith, a stiking name, For a sweet and pleasant lass. She hurries from her upstairs home When she hears nDennieW pass. Her grades were never very low, But they've improved this year. She is one of our Senior Girls Who will marry soon, we fear. Dencil Haycox, Hip Hoorayl!Jl In basketball he's a whizg But yet, hefs likely to get shy When asked what his record is. At first we thought he couldn't play, But we're glad that he succeeded. Whether Retherford, Sybil, or just himself Gave him the courage he needed. Joann Treadway--Engaged. ' And usually full of life-- May before too very long Assume the role of wife. She's tall and very slender And quite attractive, too. When she and Gene are apart They both get mighty blue.

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CLASS PROPHECY As I sat in the office of my escort bureau, I found myself growing unexplainably restless. Try as I might, I couldn't con- centrate on my work. After several futile attempts, I decided that I needed some diversion. Hurriedly leaving my office, I rushed to Carnegie Hall to attend a concert. I was sure this would calm my nerves and hold my attention. However, even there, I found myself terribly bored and restless. Just as I was preparing to leave, a familiar figure appeared upon the stage and began to sing a lul- laby in a wonderfully deep baritone voice. After a minute's recol- lection, I recognized the distinguished man. It was none other than my old classmate of high school days, Mike Flanigan. After the recital, I dashed backstage to say hello to Mike. Here I learned ' that he had become editor of the English Publishing Company and sang only in his spare time. He had married a girl from Bogart and they were happily settled down with three children. I returned home feeling more rested because my mind was filled with gay memories of my high school days. The weeks passed, and I again found myself discontented and moody. I decided a vacation was just what I needed. That day I went shopping for clothes to take on my trip. I passed a small exclusive ladies' shop and decided to go in and look around. I was looking at swim suits when who should walk up but David Seele! When I asked what he was doing there, he propmtly informed me that he was New York's most famous designer of bathing suits. He modestly stated that he had passed the million mark and was trying for two. I learned that Dave was still a lone wolf. He was playing the field, trying to give all the girl's a chance. Just as in high school his motto was still love 'em, and leave 'em. Having finished my shopping, I rushed home to pack. The next day I boarded a train of the Illinois Central Railroad, of which my husband had advanced to president, and was on my journey. My first stop was my home state, Indiana. Stopping off at English I was very much surprised to see that the town had grown con-Q siderably. As I was eating lunch in the famous Tyler Grill who should dash in but Novy Crawford. We recognized each other immediately and I invited Novy to join me. We reminisced all during the meal. Novy told me that he had become a great scientist and had built his laboratory in Taswell. After a little probing, he admitted that he was called the nsecond Einsteinu. The invention he was now trying to perfect was one that would insure perpetual youth. Novy asked if I'd like to ride in his car Canother of his inventionsi. I eagerly accepted. We drove to another familiar site of my childhood days, Sulphur, Indiana. Novy called to a man walking dejectedly up the street. He turned abruptly and I realized it was Bob Goldman. He was delighted to see us and after a brief conversation we learned that Bob was still courting Mary Sue Jackson. Bob had become a professional loafer and was quite happy with his occupation. Novy drove me back to English where I renewed another of my high school acquaintances with, Myrna Denbo. Myrna was now Mrs. Howard Goldman. She and Howard had settled down in English and had a part ownership in her father's hatchery business. Myrna showed me around their beautiful ranch style home built on Needmore Hill. I saw several faces shyly peeping around the doors. To my inquiry, Myrna blushingly replied that they had five sons--enough for a basketball team.