Fairmont Public School - Tiger Yearbook (Fairmont, NE)

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CLASS PROPHESY One fin summer diay, I was sitrolling along down the sidewalk in Central Park, New York City, New York. You see, I was now a fashion designer for one of these exclusive little French shops in New York, I was feeling esp cially good because just that morning I had received' a letter from one of my old school chums, Bonnie Frazi r. It seems than Bonnie was now a concert; pianist and had been touring Europe. Her ship would arrive in New York the next day and I was co meet her on tlhe dock. This would ibe the end of her tours for sev 1 al months, as her doctor had advised a rest in the country. My summer vacation also started the next day—by seme strang,. coincidence—so we had planned to spend it •.( gether out west in Nebraska—the old heme state. 'xhe next morning I got up bright and early and tcok a -taxicab down to .he dock. The ship was already in but I couldn’t see Bonnie anywhere. All at once L looked up and-there was Bonnie, coming down the gang plank—arm in arm with a ball, handsome admiral. There-was something familiar about that walk. They saw m and hurrieoi over. The gentleman doffed his cap. Then I knew im- mediately who he was. That blond crew-cut was a dead give away. Yes, Charlie Erlis, in person. He invited us to his cottage in .he suburbs for lunen. Of course, we couldn’t pass up a free lunch in high-priced New York. We were greeted at the doorway of his lov.ly heme by a little woman in a frilly apron. As she opened the door, three little tow-headed 'tornadoes came tearing out and swarmed over their daddy. Yes, «the woman was th: former EJsta Marie Sphar. Ecnnie ard I observed .hat Charlie and Fsia were well cn their way of a task- ctball te2m. After a delicicus lurch, we made our departure ar.d hurried to Grand Central Station to -get train tickets to Nebraska. As we waited, -the train came in and we noticed tihe flashing white teeth of the engineer looked awrfully familiar. He glanced our way, saw us and immediately got out and came ever to drew my attention to a large billboard across the street. The caption read; “EAT CRUNCHY. SCRUMPTIOUS. TEMPTULATING. DORREY WESS POTATO CHIPS.” Under these words was a picture of a girl with -white, pearly teeth, and peaches and cream complexion, eating potato Chips. Why, it was Ooris West! ! We’d lost contact with her in the last ten years but it seemed Doris was doing well ter hers If. Gosh, a model, and she even had a brand of potato chips named after her. speak to us. Why, it was Vern Justa! ! We could only talk a short time be- cause Vern said he must keep his train on schedule. He told us—wi.h -t ars fil- ling his eyes—i.that his old Model A finally gave out frem too strenuous duty, sc he decided being an engin er on a fast-moving Zephyr would do just as well. He missed his old faithful jalopy but decided he could go faster, now. We bcaided the train and get set.led comf.rtably in our seats. Tn journey remained uneventful until the next morning, when we were awakened by .he train slowing up in Chicago. We feund our tickets w re in a mix-up ar.d w? would have to lay ever 24 hours. Deciding to make -the best cf it, we -ate b:eak- fast in he s at-lon and then started out to see the town. We met with an unfer- tun'ate accident, however. As we stepped off the curb, Bennie slipped and twisted h r ankle. There was a doctor’s office across the street, so we hurried over. As we started 'to open the door, we saw the fancy gold letters on the win- dow. They read: Robert Dawson, M. D.—Foot Specialist.” We exchanged glances. Surely .his couldn’t be the “Woody” we’d known in years back. Well, the only way to find out was -to go in and see for ourselvevs. The waiting room was empty, so the nurs sent us right into the office. Sure enough, there was our old carrot-top schoolmate. We had a nice time -talking while Bob examined Bonnie’s a.vkie. He found it was no.hing more serious than a slight sprain and taped it up. We get up to leave, but Ec-b said it was just- about time for his lunch hour and if we’d wait, he would take us to lunch. W waited for him and then went to lunch, which we enjoyed immensely. We then said “good-bye” again -to another old friend. We were taking our time looking around when som thing

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lunch hour. From 2:00 until 4:00 o’clock, we went to our Personal Interest Conferences and receiv. d individual counseling from the outstanding leaders who were chosen to help us. Ait 4:00, there were several panel discussions on Training Opportunity s and Employer-Employee Relationship. During free-time, many of us w nt to the college track meet. Carolyn was , ' ;y happy when Doane won over Wesleyan and Midland. Bonnie and Arlene went shopping, and Bonnie was very embarrased when a littl girl asked her. • Mommie, can I have some peanuts out of your sack?” A case of mistaken identity (?) While waiting for the banquet, Charlie was startled when Mac McGraw yelled across the street, ‘‘Chuck, are you Still loving the same woman ” Yes, was the answer. The dance was over early, and Carolyn and Arlene were very worried when Bonnie and Doris were not a‘. the car when it was time to go home. A couple o- - liege toys seemed to hav been occupying their time. Everyone had a wonderful time and agreed that the day was well spent. CLASS PLAY Tne Senior class .presented the play, “Gre.n Midnight,” May 6. It was a three-act comed'y-drama. The cast was as follows: Ingram Butler, .middle-aged businessman Keith Moul Clarice Butler, wife—socially ambitious Muriel Softley Shirley Butler, daughter—.average college girl . Carolyn Goodrich Stevie Butler, daughter— tomiboyish” Esta Marie Spahr Peggy Hamlin, niece—very clever young lady Arlene Stetina Ray Hunt, noted war correspondent Rob.rt Dawson Julia Travers, secretary cf sheriff - — - Donna Avers Cynthia Link, club woman type—friendof Mrs. Butler Bonnie Frazier J. J. Sylvian, metropolitan businessman Charles Ellis .ke Kimble, d.puty sheriff—mot too bright Dale Hall Hattie Jeitt, colored maid Doris West Mystery Woman ? ? ? ? ? Director , Mrs, Knutzen Asst. Director Virginia Broman Stage Managers —-------------------- Floyd Dado, Jerry Laschanzky Advertising Vern Justa. Rodney Komarek Summary: Mr. and Mrs. Butler are trying to impress a socialite, Cynthia Link, and a businessman, J. J. Sylvian. Complications are presented by their daugh- er. Stevie Eutler. and niece. Peg Hamlin. Ray Hunt provided the mystery which had the whole cast detecting. At the end, everything turns out fine. Th play, we feel, was a greajt success and we wish to thank Mrs. Knutzen for sponsoring the play.

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Well, before we knew it, the afternoon had slipped away and w. began think- ing cf getting a rocm for Lhe night. We had heard many favorable comments of “The Ritz.” a super deiux. hotel cn 32nd street, so we decided to go here f:r ihe night. As we approached the massive building, we heard a familiar giggle, .but neith r of us could imagine who it belonged! to. Hurrying through the doors, we came face to face with Virginia Broman. She informed1 us she now managed the hotel—aft r working up to'this high position from a waitress in the dining room. vVe congratulated her and told her of our plans to stay there for the night, she tuas delight d and personally shewed us to the best suite she had. In the mor- ning we came downstairs to pay our bill, but Ginny wouldn't take a cent. We were certainly having an inexip nsive trip. We then hurried to the station again and continued on our way to 20cd cld Nebraska. We arrived at Lincoln early in ihe merning and then d cided to take the bus to Fairmont—so we could view the beautiful countryside hotter. We were driving along the highway between Milford and Friend, when' suddenly we were startled by a sudden explosion in the rear of the bus. The bus was stopped and the driver got out to see what the trouble was was. As you probably guessed, we had two flat tires. Across the road we saw a lovly little farm house, with a 'beautifully ; ared-for lawn. Bonnie and I decided to go ov r and get a drink of cool well water. We walked up the lane, lined with cak t.re s, and came to the quaint little house. Bennie knocked and we heard footsteps hurrying to the door. Imagine our surprise when Mrs. Kness stepped out. She was delighted to see us and asked us in. We xjplained about the flat tires and told her we had just come over for a drink cf water. She went to call Bert—who w as working ir. his beloved flow- ers. He came in and w had a nice talk. Upon inquiring, we found Clarence was married and living in California. He was working at the MGM studio—mak- ing cowboy pictures, playing the part, of a singing cabolero. Clarences talent cn the gr'itar had tp, ®n him a long vay 2s everyone had prcphPS'M Mr and Mrs. Kness told us they had been saving 'their money to buy this little farm for a long time and were now enjoying t,hemselv:s here in the quiet countrside. We heard the bus horn tooting and so bidding our farewells, we hurried to the bus. We then continu d on to Fairmont. The bus pulled up in front of which used to be H ir' tens II now was called “Hall Bros. Cafe.” Well, we went inside and eure nough, there was Dale Hall behind the counter. We went to chat with him and found ihat five years before he had gone into partnership with his brother, Harold, r.nd bought out Mumby. Dale wasn't marri d as of yet, but he informed us hat he had, as he called them, “prospects.” Helling a taxi. we dr:ve to the Clarendon Hotel, where we registered for the night. After checking cur baggage, we decided to go to explore old F.H.S. We met ma y of our old friends on .he way, but finally we were s anding in front of the big whit dcors cf “old faithful.” We went to the superintendent’s office and found Muriel Softley sitting at the desk. We were never so surprised in our life. Muriel said after she had started teaching she liked it so much, she decid d to continue. F.H S. had never had a lady in that office before, buc everyone in the community agreed sh was a fine superintendent. She said she was doing her best t get enough1 money raised to build a new school house. All we could say was “More pow’er to you.” Muriel said she had received a letter from th former Donna Avers just that morning. Dcnna w as now happily married ond still living in H bren. and her husband owred a large Fcrd garage there. They had been blessed with twin baby girls cnly a couple months before. Muriel w'as sail look- ing for a man but had given up hope of ever finding such a creature in Fairmont. We had a restful night and the rextt day Bonnie and I went out to visit her folks. We spent a refrshing week at her home and decided to go on to California while we were this far west. As wt were going through Hollywood, we decided to stop at the MGM studio to try to find Clarence. Imagine our surprise when we saw' Rodtney Komarek on the set.! He had a beautiful woman in his arms ac.d was whispering in her ar, ‘Ah. Cheii. you set my heart to pounding! Come away with me!” Yes, sound-