Hartford City High School - Retro Yearbook (Hartford City, IN)

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tured by the soldiers of the emperor, and our death was set for the fol- lowing morning. As the firing squad was forming, a giant limousine roared toward us from the palace grounds. Out leaped a highly excited woman, and our hopes were revived when we recognized Bertha Mary Elizabeth Dee, the emperor's daughter-in-law. She ordered the soldiers back to their barracks. and it was through her efforts that we finally escaped. Severely in need of a rest, we took the airplane to Germany where we visited in Berlin, the huge sauer kraut factory, owned and managed by Jess Snyder, with William and Fred Sutton as his assistants. At this point urgent business called us home, but on the way we stopped in England where we visited Mr. Schuhmacher. He told us these facts concerning the careers of some of our former classmates: Frank Anderson and Margaret Brown are married and lived content- edly on their little forty-acre farm. Elizabeth Everett and Edna Elwood have organized a soda fountain deluxe in which. for the price of one nickle, sodas are automatically made by these two robots. Ray Baugher has at last met Dame Fortune. He is playing opposite the blues-crooning sheba, Mary Fees, in their latest musical play, The Lover. Mary Townsend has married a fortune teller and has become an ex- pert typist. Lydia Reasoner and Lydia Smith have formed a society for the pre- vention of the same names among the fairer sex. Junior Bennett is running a hash joint on Thoity Thoid Avenue. Paul Clamme and Warren Langdon are teaching the hill-billies at Corn Cob Junction, to raise Korn, Kattle and Kids. Joe Hambene, Paul Homer and Jim Willman have organized a Hot Heel Hettie orchestra with the ofiices of bouncer, soloist, and conductor, respectively. Charles Hubbard and Carlton Smelser have opened a Fresh Air Taxi Cab Company of America with two antique Fords and a baby carriage as vehicles. Ralph James has just become band master of Company Number Five. in the eleventh district of the Salvation Army of America. Lawrence Pace and Ralph Wilson have completed building the new Hartford City Post Office. Orval Partlow and Burtney Smith have gone to China to iight as soldiers of fortune against the starving Armenians of Russia. Bill Pettit has accepted a position as instructor of basket ball among the Eskimos of Woof Woof, North Pole. Mary Ellen Gilbert and Dorothy Landon are matrons at Indiana Girls' School. They claim that if such people are ruled with an iron hand, they will never bite the hand that feeds them. Vivian Granger has just received a patent on concentrated night work. One takes pills, and presto chango he knows all his needed lessons. Byron Robbins and John Rutledge have signed a joint contract, agree-

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Class Prophecy If i ECAUSE of overwork as instructor of Physical Education at Tay- -7 I lor University, I set out for a European tour during the summer of 1946. I was accompanied by Julia Worley, house detective for Madison Square Hotel of New York City, who wished to com- municate with Paul Schuhmacher of Scotland Yard. On our second day out of New York, we heard some one say that Captain Ivan Smith predicted a storm soon. Slightly dis- turbed by the familiar name, we investigated and found that this Smith was none other than he who was graduated with us in 1932. When we met him later, he asked us to dine at his table that evening and to attend the conceit afterward, promising us that we would receive a great surprise. And a surprise it was! The opening number was played by Professor Ottyce Johnson and her one hundred piece symphony orchestra, which she was taking to Vienna to enter in a world's contest. Our surprise at this part of the program was increased at the sight of the soloist for the evening, who was Madam Pola Polensky, known to us as Vevel Braner. The con- cluding number of this most interesting program was played by Countess Giovanni of Naples, better known to us as Beatrice Fennig, court pianist to King Mussolini II. We arose unusually early the next morning to see what promised to be a most beautiful sunrise. 4Can you imagine that 77 Before our stateroom, two haggard looking women were busily scrubbing the deck. At the bang of our door they faced us. Lo and behold, those deckhands were none other than our former classmates. Dorothy Overmyer and Georgia Zeck! After this most interesting disclosure, our passage to Europe was completed Without further incident. We were glad to reach France and immediately took a plane, piloted by Elizabeth Williamson, to Paris. There we had the good luck to meet the renowned explorer, Leah Lefiler, preparing to lead an expedition into the wilds of Italy in search of a free citizen. It was reported that this expedition was financed by the multi-millionaire, Donald Phillips. From Paris we wandered down to Deauville, the home of pajamas, and we met there the chorus members of Iky's Irish Lilac, who were on a vacation. Several of the stars rushed at us: and we had little difficulty in recognizing Twilla Ault, Cledith Quillen and Dorothy Ratliff. After spending a pleasant week-end, we continued our journey to Madrid where we arrived just in time for the annual bull fight. We were seated near the king's box and noticed in his party the brilliant American diplomat, Mary Ellen Hughes. Our attention was soon drawn to the arena where the fighters had just appeared. As they paraded past us, We recog- nized Bob Love as one of the toreadors. The heat having made us slightly faint, we stopped at a little wine shop on our way back to the hotel but almost fled at the sight of the man behind the bar. This was Bob Ballen- gerg and helping him was his wife, the former Hilda McGary. Tired of Spain, we took our lives in our hands and ventured within the boundaries of Italy. Our fears were fully realized for we were cap-

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? ing that before they attempt to whip Eugene Scott they will let him know, so that he might be careful and not use a fly swatter or insect powder on them. Anna Wentz scored in the Olympics for the United States by winning the one-mile run. In a statement made to Lena Racer, a newspaper re- porter, Miss Wentz said that she acquired her ability by running down High Street at 8:29 a.m. We also visited a certain well known Countess. once Edith Hendricks. While at her castle, we encountered the charming poet, Chester Russell, and the popular Prima Donna, Helen Barnes. Our return was completed without further incident, but we arrived at New York just in time to see Blaine Waite capture the world's light- weight championship at Madison Square Garden. ' RUTH ANDREWS. JULIA WORLEY. SEN IOR CLASS POEM It's over, there's no doubt about it, Our high school days are pastg And happiness blended with sorrow, It's a time that has gone too fast. We'1l often look back and we'll wonder At the days we spent in school: And we'll think of our dear advisors Who taught us the Golden Rule. All corners of the world will catch usg No two will stay the same, But our minds will always wander To the school where we won our fame. It's a four-year course of studying, From which you gain the most: Your teachers are willing to help you, And to keep you at your post. We've laughed when we knew we were guilty, And we've had to pay the cost, But our lives will be made much happier, We've made up the time that we lost. There are some who have taken advantage Of the time they spent in class, And others will often wonder Why they weren't able to pass. So to close our high school history, We leave you with one little thoughtg Just try to iight the great battle That the class of '32 has fought. -By Chester Russell.