Fosston High School - Talisman Yearbook (Fosston, MN)

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May 30, 1958 After spending the day in Chicago I decided to take a plane as far as Reno where I want to take a rest. I made a reservation on ARTHUR VIG'S plane. lust before taking off the stewardess came to check the safety belts. To my surprise it was MARDELLA LEIKNESS. When the plane landed a crowd of autograph seekers rushed towards me. I recognized DELO- RES and IDELLA ROTNESS, FERN WAHLIN, HARRIET VOLDEN, BLANCH LEITE, and EMMA PEARSON. As I was walking down First Street, I met MARILYN ERICKSON and ELLEN HALLIDAY, osom buddies in the divorce court. They asked me to have dinner with them at the Taboo Club. To my astonishment, GLEN FISHBECK and his three piece orchestra with CAROL HALVOR- SON as soloist had top billing on the floor show. june 1, 1958. The first stop this morning was at GLENN WHALEY'S drugstore for aspirin. When I returned I asked the desk clerk, MARLYS TORGRIMSON, to send a public secretary to my room. When MARILYN IOHNSON arrived I dictated a letter to NORMAN NESET, the Los Angeles artist who is going to paint my portrait next fall. Incidentally, ROYCE NORGAARD is dishwasher at this hotel, , At ll, I left for Hollywood on CHARLES VIG'S bus. MARGARET NORSTUEN, SHIR- LEY OLSON, and ELAINE PETERSON, school teachers headed for their summer vacation, were also on the bus. We had a long visit talking over old times. At 2:30 p.m. we arrived in Hollywood. CURTIS PAULSON, the window-washer and grease- monkey, brought my Buick to me from the Chevrolet garage owned by DICK WYNNE. When I reached home I was met by my weeping housekeeper, PRISCILLA LUBKEN, with the news that my dog 'fSmoochie was ill. I ordered my maid, MARY ANN LINDFORS, to call a veterinarian. We waited nervously for what seemed like hours when at last Dr. DONALD THORVALD BAKKEN accompanied by his nurse NORMA MAE RUNDELL, finally arrived. After a hasty examination he assured me that there was nothing to worry about and the dog would recover. After dinner I went to look at Smoochie and found him dead. Heartbroken, I called the undertaker, WALLACE RUTKOWSKI. Iune 2, 1958. We buried poor 4'Smoochie this morning. IRENE BERGLUND, my hair-dresser, BERNICE NOREM, my cosmeticiang THELMA BORUD, social secretary, and MARCELLA BLOOMST, my cook were as sorrowful as I was at the loss of our dear pet. After such a trying day I must retire.. . . ' Good night, dear diary, HELEN MAE LARSON. Page 60