Holland High School - Boomerang Yearbook (Holland, MI)

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ir ir if ik ir al' 'lr 'Ir Class Prophecy Today is the first Saturday of Tulip Time, 1962. It seems strange that through all these years and the changes they have brought, Tulip Time has survived. Holland has grown considerably during the past twenty years. Since the passing of the automobile, the hotel has built an addition where the parking lot was before the war, and like most other buildings of sufficient size, installed an airport on the roof. It is bustling with activity, and the graying manager, Bill Wood, has his hands full satisfying everybody's needs and desires. There was, for instance, the wealthy divorcee, the former Marjorie Vaupell, who demanded the suite which she had occupied ten years before, when she was singing with Bob Wojahn's internationally famous orchestra during the festival. On learning that it had already been taken, she ordered that the occupant be moved. Much to her horror and delight, the occupant turned out to be none other than james Hallowell, who was known as jim Mooi before he went to Hollywood. He is currently seen playing opposite the child star, Shirley Dimple. Coming down from the roof in the elevator, I saw Bill Lamb, looking tanned and prosperous. He's just back from South America, he told me, where he's been looking after his orchid and rubber plan- tations. I seem to remember reading of the work he did on the development of trans- portation lines there. Down in the lobby I met my two old friends, Colton and De Neff. Colton seems to be doing pretty well managing the dairy he inherited from his father- in-lawg De Neff bragged incessantly about his two sons who are playing major league and about the other 12 who are getting there. He's just been married for the third time, he tells me. And he used to be such a bashful little boy! As I was registering at the desk, I ran into Millicent Lankheet, whose popular column of advice to the lovelorn is carried by 250,007 papers in the U. S. A. just then Roger Raak in police uniform emerged from the elevator, both hands firmly clutching the collars of Schutt and Hent- schel, who, I was told, haven't come into town since the day they graduated from high school. They had become quite inebriated with excitement and 7-Up and were appre- hended while riding up and down on the elevators. No sooner had this ridiculous threesome departed than in strolled Schepers, Meppelink. and Kammeraad, who are in charge of the Liquor Control Commission. just then some seriously minded soul turned on the radio for a news broadcast. Imagine my surprise when the announcer blared, Ladies and gentlemen, here's a real Robinson Crusoe story! Commander Franklin Essenburg, thought to have been lost when his battleship Penguin went down in World War II, was discovered yesterday on an island in the South Pacific. When offered passage back to civilization, Essenburg, living happily among the natives, declined. He said, gazing afiectionately at his harem, 'I prefer the simple life.' As I examined the program of the we-ek's events, I learned that Franklin Bouwsma, A.B., M.A., B.S., M.S., Sc.D., Ph.D., L.L.D., Litt.D., will deliver a lecture on Equiportition of Stellar Energy on Tuesday evening. And on Wednesday evening Barbara Osborne will speak in behalf of the National jumping Rope Society Qfor the benefit of growing girlsj, of which she is the president. Harvey Van Dyke's dance band is playing tonight in the ballroom, juicy Atwater, the country gentleman, told me as we wandered outside to watch the parade. Heading it was Mayor Ken Steketee, his ruff slightly wilted, followed by his council. Then, amid loud cheers, came the hero of millions of boys, Bill Padgett, who sang and played his guitar as he rode down the street on his white horse, Vanilla. One of Paramount's assistants was taking news-reels from the canopy. As he unfolded his length from behind the camera, we recognized with a glad cry, the familiar grin of Chuck Dykemag but he was so busy taking shots of Bob Freers, who was unanimously elected Mr. Saugatuck, that he didn't see us. Among the onlookers I noticed Betty De Vries, surrounded by a horde of adoring pupils. She simply couldn't make up her mind between her several admirers and is still teaching school. Much of the youth of Holland then proceeded past me, but I didn't stay for the rest. I retired to my room to ponder on the strange fortunes of my classmates. Respectfully submitted, THE CLASS PROPHETS 'k 'A' ir t 'Ir ir 'A' 'k l30l

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