English High School - Englishman Yearbook (English, IN)

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Myrna drove me to the depot. Here I boarded 23 which took me to Louisville where I was to catch my plane to Chicago. when I arrived in the Windy City, I hastened to my hotel. After I registered I was in for a big surprise. The bell boy who rushed to show me to my room was Dwight King. Dwight told me that his father-in-law was the owner of this hotel and a chain of others and because Dwight had insulted him, this was his punishment. Oh, well, live and learn. After a few days in Chicago, I decided to move on, this time to sunny California. When I boarded the plane I thought the stewardess looked familiar. When she smiled I was sure I was right. It was Barbara Allen--still as cute as a button. Barbara didn't recognize me either but at the first mention of E. H. S. a look of recognition dawned upon her face. Barbara and I had a wonderful time on the trip west. She had another pleasant surprise in store for me. The pilot of the plane was Ralph Eddlemanl He turned the plane over to the co- pllot and spent most of the trip talking with us. Saying goodbye to my friends, I hailed a cab to take me to my hotel. ,The cab driver was Gene Zehr. He drove me all around Hollywood pointing out the famous sights. I learned that Gene was a retired bootlegger and had recently come to Hollywood. He was now the owner of a large cab line and was doing quite well. Leaving me at the Bel Air Hotel I bid Gene farewell and promised always to patronize his cab. My first night in Hollywood I decided really to do the town. I arrived at the fabulous Mocambo's and knew I was really in for a treat. when I was comfortably seated at my ringside table, a blonde came around selling cigarettes. when I looked at her closer I realized it was Donna Jean Gaither. We were overjoyed to see each other. She wasn't allowed to stop and talk but I waited until she was off duty. Upon her insistence, I accompanied her home to spend a few days. On the way home in her limousine we discussed the past and all the old memories of our school days came flooding back, filling our hearts with nostalgia and our eyes with tears. The next day we went to a big league baseball game where Donna's husband, Bob Gilliland, was umpire. Bob told me that he had taken up this occupation to get revenge for some of the bad calls he had gotten while playing for English High. The Gillilands and I toured the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lot the next day. we were fortunate enough to arrive just as they were shooting a love sceen. The leading man looked awfully familiar. As he started to walk off the set we all uttered squeals of delight and rushed over to greet Clyde Roberts, now known as the nHoosier Lover Boyn. Clyde was having a party that night at his mansion on Sunset Boulevard and in- sisted that we all come. when we arrived we found the entrance to his house swarming with admiring teenagers hoping for a glance at Moe. He had to fight his way through the girls surrounding htm to greet us at the door. It seems that Moe's good looks and popularity with the girls at E. H. S. had increased but he had never allowed himself to be nhookedn and had remained a bachelor. After several more enjoyable days with the Gillilands, I reluctantly bid farewell to them and sped off to South America. I landed in Rio De Janeiro completely exhausted. I headed straight for a beauty salon to be refreshed and to give my morale a boost, I was absolutely astounded when I saw that Sybil Smith was the proprietor. She had become famous for her special type of permanents. Her motto was NLong live the kinkn. I learned that Sybil had married another former classmate, Dencil Haycox Dennie was now a professional gambler. Sybil said she wanted me to meet a friend of hers and the next day we set out on a mysterious

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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.

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journey. We arrived at a weird looking shop with nMadame xn painted on the front window in large bold letters. A shiver went up my spine as we entered the shop and I realized we were going to have our fortunes told. But my fear died as I recognized the fortune teller to be Winnie Goldman. She closed up her shop for the day and we spent it leisurely talking over old times and our experiences. Before we left, Winnie told our fortunes. Bidding farewell to Sybil and Denny, I again set out, this time to gay Paree, the land of wine, women, and song. I was peacefully sitting in the lobby of my hotel when a young lady came bouncing in wearing a weird looking costume of long lesgings, a camouflage jacket, and a straw hat. My curiosity was aroused and I watched the girl as she walked up to the hotel manager. When she spoke I immediately recognized her Crawford County accent. I approached her to ask if she could possibly be from Indiana. I could hardly believe my eyes when I faced Berdie Baker. Berdie informed me that she had come to Paris only on a short vacation. She was living in Africa where she hunted and tamed lions. Berdie and I decided that we would spend cur vacation together. The next day we started out early on our excursion of the city. The first place of interest we visited was the museum. Looking through the many paintings, we noticed one that particularly attracted our attention. It was a beautiful landscape painting-it looked exactly like the Crawford County scenery. Upon inquiring, we found that it was done by Uadame Lillie Linton. We secured her address and went immediately to see her. We found Lillie lounging on the patio of her luxurious home, absorbed in an art magazine. We learned that Lillie had studied art in Paris and had gained renoun for many masterpieces. We invited Lillie to come along on our sight-seeing tour. As we strolled down the boulevard a peculiar looking car came chugging along. It was so dif- ferent from all the other cars that everyone stopped and stared. The car came to a lurching stop and the driver hopped out. We all im- mediately recognized Eddie Stroud. He asked us to go for a spin in his Vodel A. Cruising along the busy streets of Paris, Eddie shouted over the noise of the car that he had come to France to revolutionize their automobile industry. We learned that the American Model A was now the latest rage in Paris. That night the four of us decided to continue our tour. We set out in Eddie's car. Everywhere we went we noticed advertisements of a basketball game being held that night. Remembering the many games we'd attended during our high school days, we decided to dash right over. We arrived just as the first quarter began and when we saw who was jumping center we were certainly glad that we had decided to come. It was Harold HCoonH Cunningham. As we watched the game, we kept noticing an ardent fan sitting across the floor from us. She clapped louder and longer than anyone else and a large diamond was sparkling on her left hand. Lillie came to the conclusion that it must be Joann Treadway- and she was right. Except now, of course, her name was Mrs. Harold Cunningham. After the game we lingered to talk with our old classmates. We learned that Gene had really made a success in his chosen field. He had played with the New York Knickerbockers and many other professional teams. Joann boasted that he was the most sought after center in pro basketball. He was now making a world tour and playing before a packed house every night. Wishing my former classmates good luck, the next day I set sail to the land of my dreams, Hawaii. I found the island in a gala mood, in the middle of festivities. I noticed a group of Hawaiian girls dancing the hula hula around an American man. Thinking nothing of this, I started to walk on when I heard the man say nThat's no lie.n I know