Fillmore High School - Echoes Yearbook (Fillmore, IN)

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W QW jlgafnfig Y dp pfzopdeey One lovely spring day, a friend and I were walking down an old country lane. It was the end of April, a time much loved by tired students who are ready for vacation. Although we had graduated many years before, our thoughts had returned to old Fillmore High, and we were discussing our friends and old class mates. Just then, we spied what seemed to be an old junk pile, by the side of the road. Out of curiosity, we stopped. 'What is that?n my friend asked, pointing to what seemed to be an old teapot. We walked toward the ob- ject, and picked it up for closer inspection. nMy, but it's dirty,H I remarked, and proceeded to rub the dirt from it. At the same moment, a dark cloud immediately descended upon us, and when it had cleared away, a little man stood before us. -nWhat is your wish?n he asked in a quiet voice. My friend and I went into a huddled conference. We agreed that we surely had found Aladdin's Lamp. NI know what we can requestlu My friend turned back to him, and said, nShow us the members of the class of 'h9!U WSo it shall be,N he answered. The next thing we knew, after a rush of wind in our ears, we were stand- ing in front of Sonny Alexander, in his office. Before we could say anything, a man in a uniform with the words, Sonny Side Trucking Company, came in. Mr. Alexander, the load is ready to go. Will you give the final 0.K.?N he asked. Sonny signed the papers, then turned to us. HOne of my best men,N he said. NI am going to put him in charge of my Omaha office, soon.n Yes, Sonny Alexander had come a long way from truck driving for the Fillmore Elevator. We were just ready to ask him a question, when there was that rush of wind in our ears, and the next thing we saw was a lovely, white country home. UGo up and knock,N we were instructed. We did as we were told, and who should open the door, but Peggy Arnold--Oh, pardon me, I mean Girton. Peggy told us that after graduation, she worked as typist for a firm in Indianapolis. How- ever, when the- Marines landed, she gave up that job, and took over another one--that of homemaker and housewife. HWhy don't you go see Wilma Wallace next?n Peggy said, when we told her that we couldn't stay long. She gave us the directions, and we were soon walking up a long drive, which led to a large house, surrounded by trees, and a beautiful lawn. A maid opened the door for us, and told us that Mrs. Wallace, the fonmer Wilma Arnold, would be down soon. Wilma came in, and we talked for awhile. She told us that she and Irvin were married the summer after graduation, and they started a cattle fann which is now thriving. Just before we left, the school bus stopped, and deposited Irvin, Jr., a dark, curly headed youngster, who bounded into the house and headed for the refrigerator. Indianapolis was our next stop, for there, we were told, we would find Kenneth Carpenter, who coaches a very prominent team in the city. Luckily, we found him at home, and he was happy enough to tell us of his ascent to his present position. Upon graduating, he entered I.U. to come through with flying colors. We met his wife and also his five year old son, ? Af x Q .2 ff-5 ,VVV X xxx ax ffv N '- I-r