English High School - Englishman Yearbook (English, IN)

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that that familiar expression could come from no one except Merrill Lee Stephenson. When Stevie recognized me he rushed over to say hello. The girls swarmed after him. Stevie, rather harshly, told them to leave him alone. I never thought I'd see the day when Stevie would try to get rid of a pretty girl!! It seemed that he, too, was on vacation. Stevie had remained a bachelor and was a salesman for Dodge trucks. He told me that he still had his little green pickup, for which he was so famous in high school. After a few days on the island I set sail for home. I had had a wonderful trip abroad but I could hardly wait to get back to the good old U. S. A. Before returning to New York, I decided to stop off at Miama to soak up some sunshine. The next day, as I ran down to the beach, I saw Jeanne Miller lying on the sand sun bathing. I hadn't seen Jeanne for years so naturally we had lots of gossip to catch up on. I learned that Jeanne was the owner of a large modeling agency and that her husband, Joe Tyler, had taken Abe Sapersteins' position as coach of the fabulous Harlem Globetrotters. Luckily, they were playing in Florida that night and we went to the game. It was one of the biggest thrills of my vacation. Jeanne said she knew of another classmate who was living in Florida. The next day she took me to visit Norma Mullen, who was now manager of a matrimonial agency. I learned that she had met her husband this way and, because he was a deep sea diver, she had kept her job to occupy her time while he was out at sea. As we sat in the office talking to Norma, Lois Hall came dejectedly sauntering in. It seemed that Lois had just quit another job. She was a private secretary and had changed bosses six times in the past six months and still hadn't found one that she could fall in love with. Wishing Lois good luck, Jeanne and I left for home. I retired early that night in order to rest up for my trip home the next day. As I lay in bed thinking over my wonderful vacation and rendezvous with my old class mates, I suddenly realized there was one I hadn't yet seen-Kay Ann Satterfield. Before dropping off to sleep, I vowed that I would look her up before ending my vacation. I asked Jeanne about it the next day, and she told me that she had heard a rumor that Kay was living in Orleans, Indiana. I decided to fly there before returning to New York. Reluctantly saying goodbye to Jeanne and Joe, I took my leave. Arriving in Orleans I had no difficulty in locating Kay, now Mrs. Donald Roberts. Kay told me that after graduation she had studied music and had become an excellent concert pianist and had played at many important places-even for the President of the United States. However, she had tired of being a career girl and had decided to settle down and raise a family. I was amazed to learn that her husband was now part owner of Traveler's Radio Corporation. They had a darling freckle-faced baby girl. That night I wired my husband that I was flying home by plane the next day. As we soared through the sky on the big T. W. A. plane, I could hardly control my anxiety to get home. I was terribly anxious to tell my husband of my exciting experiences and my renewed acquaintances. When we glided into the big airport, I saw a familiar Oldsmobile waiting for my return. As I ran across the field to the gate where my husband was waiting, I realized that my lengthy vacation had been a wonderful one but, oh, it was so good to be home!!! Doris Bea Ferguson

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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

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