Fairview High School - Challenge Yearbook (Fairview, PA)

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CLASS PROPHECY Perched on a cloud high above earth, Itrained the lens of my telescope on the newcomers to the Pearly Gates. I recognized the character trying to pick the lock as my fellow classmate, Walt Weiss, who was formerly the president of the Sealtest Milk Company. His milk deliverers, who were Ralph and Oscar Niebauer, were trying desperately to climb over the gates but failed to succeed when Gerry Robie, with the help of Bette Kruse, both compt. operators with the McKean Kc Holland Corporation, found a slate of buttons with several names at- tached to it and hastily pushed the one labeled receptionist . Presently the receptionist came who was none other than Peg Kreider, who did such a good job on earth that she was permanently appointed receptionist for St. Pete.r's gate. As I watched them straggle in, I noticed someone sitting far off in the distance on a cloud with a drawing board and pencil, working away. Iflew down and met my good friend, Louanne McDougal, who was rearranging the structure of Heaven. It was then that I realized my old gang was going in to meet St. Peter and I decided I'd follow along with them. Just then, far off in the distance, I though I could hear a voice behind me, saying, don't close those gates! I waited, realizing I recognized the voice of the class cut-up, Roy Eaton. After Roy caught up to me, I asked him what kept him so long and he explained that he had been a janitor at Fairview High School and he had to work overtime. Well, come on, I said, or you'll be late. Down the great halls lined with marble, which a well known mason, Jack Timmons, constructed, until we came to the end where St. Peter was arguing with Forrest Mischler about the marks in his little black grade book. Forrest, once a great doctor, won out as usual and was awarded his pair of wings. At St. Peter's right elbow sat his efficient secretaries, Florence Licsko, Janet Shyler, Gerry Plan, Mary Ives, Clara Johnson and Lois Fiesler. At the left, his accountant, Dave Gregory, who was formerly employed in Steve l'1stok's grocery store. Next two stewardesses, Donna Smith and Judy Munch, who already had their wings, traded them in for larger and more flexible ones. When Tom Gresh stepped up, St. Peter congratulated him on his fine work as a mortician. Lawyer, Howie Stolz began pleading his case for Teddy I-Ietz, President of the United States, who was impeached. Found not guilty, was the verdict and Teddy received his wings. Well, I guess that's all, said St. Peter. Ahem, said a weak voice beside me. It was Roy. Oh, yes, said St. Peter, we forgot you. I'm sorry, there are no more wings. Roy sadly turned away. Just then Spencer Thorton, a mail order clerk on cloud 57, rushed a new order of wings, constructed by a successful engineer, George Pangratz. Sorry I'm late, Spence said, but air traffic hadbecome congested when several angels locked wings at the corner of Milky Way and Vine. They even called in Dave Close, the head of the FBI, because the traffic cop, Gary Hor- ton, was on his yearly vacation. I decided to stroll around and see how my old classmates were adjusting themselves. I walked under a ladder and looked up and there was Jackie Jonas hanging out the Stats. Hi, Jackie, I said. Hi, was the reply, I've done such a good job on earth as a housewife to Bob, and I hung his wash out every week that St. Peter placed me on this job permanently. I decided I was pretty well off with nothing to do and so I started on my way. The next thing I knew a star had hit me on the head and I was picking myself up. Then Iheard Larry Payne, former coach from Notre Dame, bawling out his star player, John Ralph. I'm sorry, Moose said, but those new fangeled balls up here have five sides and I don't know which side to catch it on. Rearranging my halo back on my head, I found I badly needed a fitting for a new one, so I approached a little halo shop that read, Janny's Shoppe. I entered the little door and seated myself on a cloud and awaited the halotician. To my surprise, Janice Curry came to wait on me. I was glad to see she was another one of my old school chums. She told me she was a beautician down on earth but graduated when she came up here. Suddenly the door flew open and in walked Sally Andrews. Hi, Sally, I said. I hear you used your training as a Physical Therapist to reset Ina Kau.ffman's back. Yeah, Sal said, she slipped on a block in her Child's Care Technition. Hey, I said, have you seen Keith Stainbrook around? Yeah, she said, I just passed his farm on the way over and he was picking heavenly peaches. After Janny reset my halo I was on my way again. As I approached the corner I noticed Roberta Dudas and Marcia Cole sitting on the curb commenting on the food our head cook serves up here Marcia was a late Medical Secretary and Bobbie was a Medical Technologist both on the Angelic Hospital For twenty-five cents, Bobbie said, you'd think our dietition, Mary Anne , Wallace could serve better meals. Yes, but for twenty-five cents, what can you expect to have? Marcia asked. Idecided not to enter into that subject so I proceeded on my way. Ithen entered a familiar building, which was the high school of angels. Ifound our rincipal, Ronnie Cor- bett, was discussing some very important matters with the school nurse, Marlene Stancligf. One of the most prominent students, Tom Titus, was sleeping on the couch in the nurses office because he had to catch falling stars in his fish net to study for a Biology assignment. I went on further down the hall and Ipassed a room in which I glanced in and saw Sue Ferguson busy teaching her elementary class. Sharon Owens and Chuck Leslie were the head of the art department and were busy instructing their students on the fundamentals of art. Banging away on the typewriters were the commercial angels and at the head of the class was their teacher, Cathy Bahm. The last room I passed was the History room and the door was shut. On the door it read, Kenneth Worley, History. I thought I'd better get back to my regular job and so I headed down the hall to the end and entered a door reading, Gymnasium, St. Victor Waisley, Boys Phys. Ed., 8: St. Sharlene Payne, Girls Phys. Ed. But just before entering my office, a light flashed in my eyes. True to form, behind the camera peeked Mr. Paul Hogle, cub reporter for the Evening Star Herald. l:t's my guess that tomorrow's edition of the heavenly news will feature headline pictures of our Clestial Reunion. 29