Havelock Plover High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Havelock, IA)

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The next day Mary and Gail took me for a ride in their new 1960 yellow convertible. In the midst of our talk some more was said of John. He was definitely a big wheel, and owned one too---roulette, that is. During my stay in Reno I decided to take in some profitable entertainment and decided on a concert. The music was wonderful and as the conductor turned around to receive the applause, I looked into the face of Marlene Simonson. I hurried backstage in order to get to talk to her. .Tust as I reached there, a big Cadillac drove up at the exit. She came out of her dressing room clad in ermine and the latest dress designed by the famous Jacques Fath. The outfit was topped by the latest of Lili Dacha's hats. She introduced me to her husband, Iean. Marlene had met him during her tours in Europe. As we were talking, her maid announced that there was someone else to see her. With a sigh, Marlene told her to bring them in. By some miracle or another, in walked Alice McKim. She was the same humorous person, except that she had added a husband to her life, and was now Mrs. Donald Reinders. She was as surprised as we were not realizing that Madame Dupree could be the for- mer Marlene Simonson. She invited us out to her bungalow in the country. With eagerness, we accepted the invitation. When- we arrived, we gasped with amazement--there before us was a room that was the answer to any maiden's dream. Don, her husband, had dreamed up and built the whole thing. She sensed our appreciation and told us that she and Don had been married five years and afterwards he had gotten a wonderful job working on the new--you'll pardon the expression-- dam being built near there. She spent her spare time being his secretary. After tea Marlene suggested that we go for a drive. It would be cooling since the day was so warm. We went past one of the colleges and Alice wanted to drive around the campus, so this we did. Students were grouped together talking and as we went past, one couple seemed fam- iliar, so we turned around to look again. Sure enough, it was none other than Chloe and George Lehigh. As we approached them and started to renew acquaintances, we found that Mr. Lehigh, having made the best of his bulging gray matter, had become a professor at the university. Chloe had resigned her job as his secretary and now most of her time was spent doing home- work. We guessed her homework was quite active because at 'that moment she suddenly darted off just in time to catch Georgie Junior, an aggressive little individual. Our further conver- sation proved very interesting and educational, for the Lehighs proceeded to show us through the elaborate and efficient school system. We finally said Goodbye and sped away in our Cadillac. l Since we had united several old classmates in a short time, we felt our afternoon had been profitably spent and we were all happy. I related to Marlene and Alice all the familiar people Ihad seen on the way out, and during my stay in Reno. ' That evening, as I sat in my room reminiscing over the past few days, I was inspired by the success that those old classmates had made of their lives. I decided to go home and forget the quarrels and use their happy examples as an inspiration to me. 12

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Prophecy In the year of 1960, my fate put me well on the way to Reno to file suit for a divorce. As I sat wearily down, my thoughts were interrupted by an apparently confused conductor calling, Tickets, please, I think? As I handed him my ticket, he seemed somehow famil- iar. It cou1dn't be, but it was the familiar face of James Pirie, the ex-president of the stu- dent council in the good old days when we were inmates of Plover High. We greeted each other and started chatting about the past. Say, James, what ever happened to Sterling? l The last time I heard, he had met with a sad fate. It seems that a couple of his let- ters to numerous girl friends in Armstrong and Titonka had become mixed up and as a result he remains a disheartened bachelor. He is employed at a fire station, and spends the rest of his time in close research of The Ways of Women. As we talked the time passed quickly and the miles flew by. Looking out the window we discovered that we were in the state of Wyoming. Just then the train came to an abrupt halt knocking us almost out of our seats. We rushed to the opposite -w indow. Some dumb rancher with a butch haircut was trying to get his cattle across the tracks. My mouth fell open to rec- ognize another classmate, Gerald Kerns, and driving an old battered green Chevie with the re- mains of white-walled tires, and a once shiny spotlight, was none other than the former Barbara Bush. It looked like she was having all the education she wanted in Economics ---- Home Econ- omics, that is. The three children in the front seat were a far cry from the 180 that Mr. Er had warned us about, but they were giving her their fair share of trouble all the same. Finally I reached my destination. I had cabled for a reservation at an exclusive dude ranch, so I hailed a taxi to take me there. When the driver turned to ask where I wanted to go, I was surprised to see Coleen Morse. Before we drive off, another cab pulled up beside ours and the handsome driver said to Colleen. I-low about a date tonight? She accepted. Will you be ready at seven? Ready, I've been waiting for this for years! That afternoon after I had checked in, I decided to go shopping. The gems in a cw tain jewelry store caught my eye and I decided to go in and look around. As I approached the counter, the girl struck a chord i.n my memory. Yes? No--but- it was Ilene Seaman. How- ever, her heavily laden left hand convinced me that she was no longer Miss Seaman. The adoring looks she gave the boss told me that he was the lucky man. I was tired so I spent the evening on the hotel's veranda where it was cool and illumi- nated by the moon. I noticed another couple across from me. Their conversation reached my ear. Say, Mary, one of the guys was telling me about the owner of this place. He's quite a hot shot. I guess he's got quite a business here. This guy said that John really has a way with the women and of course that would appeal to Forry. I didn't want to be nosey, but I had to ask them if they were sure it was the John I knew. The couple to my surprise, turned out to be Mary and Gail who were on their second honey- moon. As we talked they told me about their prosperous farm back in Iowa. It seems that Gail had been making so much money lately that they were taking time out to spend some of it. They had left their darling brown-eyed, auburn-haired twins with the governess. ll

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