Huntertown High School - Citadel Yearbook (Huntertown, IN)

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WHAT WE SENICIQS SAY!! Sue-Scares Me!!!!! Chester-Boy, I'l1 Say. Dody-Oh, For Heavens Sake. Dick--WeH Thar Won't Do So Good. Jeanie-Oh, For Pete Sake. Paul-What Da' Heck. Martha-I,rr1 A Monkey's Uncle. Duce-How Ya Doir1g????? Ellie-W7e11 Here I Am!!!!! Webster-Oh For Corn Sgkes li

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CLASS DIQODHECY It is the year 2000. The senior class of 48 is having its annual reunion. The reunion is being held at the beautiful, secluded and exclusive paradise known to the social world as Alkatraz . Perhaps you are wondering why we chose this spot. Simply because the rich and poor alike can enjoy the overwhelming comforts of home. Consequently, we have decided to wear knatty, black and white pin-striped suits. NVe are now speeding north on highway No. 5 in a turquois dual-controlled limosine. It was given to the seniors as a present from our driving instructor when we graduated. We look around the car and find jack Bleekman calmly folding squares of white muslin for his loving wife, Jean Branning. Jean is packing them neatly among the bottles and bibs in Junior's overnight case. Wilma Hoeppner, beauty of the senior class, is stand- ing on the running board, still waving good-bye to her many admirers. We are all surprised that she hasn't settled down yet until she explains to us that she just can't decide as yet who she loves. The boys soon be- come a speck in the distance so Wilma climbs in the back seat through the car window. John Porter is beaming by pulling her in the window. He has a hopeful, expectant look on his face because he still awaits her answer to his proposal of marriage thirty-seven years ago. Paul Christlieb, now a successful attorney, is sitting quietly in the front seat studying over his next divorce case. It is between two old classmates of ours, Velma Bunn and Bob Knight. Velma is sueing for cruelty. It seems that Bob for'zot to wipe off his feet and got the kitchen floor all muddy. We are now approaching Huntertown. It has been fifty-two years since we have seen it but evidently it hasn't changed. The sign still reads Population, 400 . As we proceed down the street, we are attracted by the blasting of numerous horns. A large billboard to the left informs us of the fact that this is a parking lot owned by joe Huber. It is called, Huber's Haven for Homeless Cars . Oh, there's Lois Daniels parking the cars while Joe counts the money. We pick Joe and Lois up and continue down the street. Huntertown High looms ahead of us, so naturally when we come to it, we stop and meditate in reverent silence for five minutes and then continue gayly on our way. We're supposed to pick up Frances Dunten and Man- ford Snider at their thousand acre farm. Frances is just driving the tractor in from the potato patch. With the car nearing capacity, we pick up Loris Aikens and Virginia Patterson at the Bijou Theatre. The famous dancers have just finished their matinee. Being somewhat exhausted from our trip thus far, we decide to get a hamburger and coke at the nearest restaurant. A block down the street a pink and blue neon sign beckons us to eat at Cupid Corner . It is a charming little nook in the shade by a brook. We are informed by the waitress that it is owned and operated by Robert Edgar and Helen Engleright. Having thus consumed our tasty nourishment, we pile into the car. By this time many more of the graduates have joine' us, but still all are not present. Upon inquiry, we find that the others are at Alkatraz waiting for us. We have a little trouble on the way, keeping john Morehous and joe Wise from being pushed out the windows by the hilarious antics of one Ted Berberich. We at last arrive at the Atlantic Coast. As we pile out of our car, we are astounded by an impressive look- ing cruiser moored in the bay. The admiral has his back to us, but the timid Regina Bobay bellers out, Oh, Admiral. He turns slowly with a stately salute. Who should it be but jack Davis. Admiral Davis joined the navy in 48 . After everyone is through saluting, Jack puts us through callisthenics. Having thus been trained, we call ourselves sailors and swarm over the craft. Then with a slow churn of water and a merry sputter we point the prow toward The Rock . Suddenly, Yvonne Kell says in a meek voice, Oh, my journalism pin fell overboard. Phil Hyndman, always on the alert for every whim of his beloved steady, strips to the waist and dives bravely into the shark infested waters after the pin. But alas, Phil cannot swim, and with a determined toss of her head, in dives Marilyn Miller. Marilyn is the World Champion swim- mer, and rescues both Phil and the pin in a dainty foaming of waves. Immediately following this interesting development, we arrive at the beautiful willow lined bank of the prison shore. Upon entrance to the Warden's office, we are amazed to find behind the desk, our old classmate, Betty Fulk. She is the first woman warden in the history of Alka- traz. She seems to get along wonderfully with the prison- ers for she has been there forty years. Warden Fulk hands us the key to the prison and we make ourselves at home. After a delicious dinner of broiled center-cuts of bread, and salted whale-bone water, we decide to look around the prison. We are amused to find the two bachelors of the class, Fred Highlen and Bob Mountz, talking to two of the prison chamber maids. Everyone looks at everyone else and asks how these bashful boys ever got up enough nerve to talk to two members of the opposite sex. The chamber maids are fetchingly dressed in white lace and black ribbons. One is a redhead, who is now jitterbuzging with Bob, and the other is a brunette, who is doing a ballet with Fred. Upon closer inspection we find that they are those two reserved '48'ers Betty Kovets and Sue McLane. When the dancing is over, we stroll through the barred corridors and are aghast to find in the last cell to the left, Jim Buchanan. .Tim is wearing a basketball uniform of black and gold stripes. After the first hello's are over he explains to us that he received special per- CContinued on Page 505