Huntington Catholic High School - Rambler Yearbook (Huntington, IN)

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Senior Class Prophecy Once upon a time in the Land of Believe Nothing of What You Hear and Only Half of What You See we chanced to see a pair of elfin ears protruding around the corner of a lollypop bush. On further inspection we discovered none other than Joe Hunnicutt. After a pulling session the was stuck to the bush! we persuaded him to take us on a Movietone tour of the land. But fearing the mighty hand of his queen, he whisked us OH to the ice-cream castle of Good Queen Buzz where we were led into court by the Lady in Waiting, Joan Ley,-on roller skates, no less. We quickly explained to her majesty, who sat on a throne of chocolate creams, our plight-we had fallen through the famous puddle in front of St. Pete's. She took pity on us and offered to take us on a tour of her Kingdom before we must return home. From the gold encased windows of her highness' chocolate-covered carriage, which coacliman Bernie Parker commanded with the air of a Buick driver we saw: Ivan Strass practicing for the Olympic Hockey games while Mary Ann Bickel was perfecting her famous Swan Dive. Lifting our eyes upward we gazed at a gaudy marquee proclaiming Joanne Thompson as the new leading lady opposite Tom Stoffel in that startling modern drama, Shakespeare's Hamlet We couldn't miss perceiving the flashy sign of the Blue Angel headlining that sensational blues singer, the one and only, Lorraine Machall with that fascinating dance team, Pat Eckert and Suzanne Hart, filling out the second half of the bill. A Hash of lightning-a bolt of thunder and who did we see overhead but that magic carpet demonstrator, Fritz Gill with his competent and pretty stewardess, Corrinne Lan- drigan. A mellow voice drifting from a hot dog stand soon overcame us and we turned, only to be dazzled by Pablo Godfroy crooning Blue Tail Fly to his adoring customers. Literally, tearing ourselves away from this scene we heard a loud charm school under the auspices of the Misses Aufty, Rusty, and Ruthie. Under the sign of the Ferd Meehan Super Market we saw Vice-President Max Geyer, in charge of all menial tasks, dusting off the sidewalk. In the park, that original and creative designer, Phyllis Young was at it again with glamorous Towers Models, Virginia Siemik and Glenna Claus. Still farther on we recognized Ed Ehler supervising the landscaping of the new Municipal Swimming Pool, with his engineer, Tom Scher. Stopping at the corner drugstore we found proprietoress, Joan McNamara discussing plans for her new shop with interior decora- tor, Karl Reinhart. We chatted with Margie Yaste who was relaxing at the counter after a hard day's work as Community Nurse. Upon dashing out the door we collided with Joan Johnson who informed us that she is secretary to Don Saluke, executive head of the diaper industry ihe's almost got it pinned up! J. Rolling along once again we saw Hilda Johnson playfully amusing her small charges in the front yard of her nur- sery school. Then a familiar sight met our eye-Mary Ellen Stoffel wielding the gavel at the National Out- door Convention of the Beta Club. Yes, a mere prophecyg maybe a hypothetical nightmare of no consequence, with no strings for a fu- ture. Yet maybe these few fantastic make-believes, will be the necessary link to spur them on to the fulfill- ment of their goal in life! Jean Ann Klepper Jackie Ferris M5011 9

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Elass History ln the year 1945, thirty-five bewildered Freshmen fastened our first wheel to our covered wagon as we started over our four-year journey across the plain of knowledge. At the reins was our own capable and lovable, Sister Clara. The first hardship we encountered was the attack of the 1946 tribe of Seniors on the day of initiation. We stood the test and wandered through the Virgin Forest overcoming any obstacle that met our path. On the outskirts of the forest was a small village and there we stopped to chat and learned that our driver was to be changed and that we were to add our second wheel. This lap of our journey was made more pleasant and somewhat smoother over the bumps owing to the fine driving of Sister Ermenilde and our new- found ability to make friends. Many a spoke was broken and many a stop made for repairs, but through the dauntless courage of driver and passengers alike, we managed to add another wheel to our covered wagon. Sister Ermenilde relinquished her position as head of the caravan and Sister Jane Frances took over for the rest of the trip. After coming this far through the wilderness, we decided to have a celebration. The wagon ahead paused in their almost completed journey to enjoy our party in honor of their farewell. At this point we added our fourth wheel, tightened the hubs of the other three, and proceeded to- ward the last lap with our former driver. This part of our trip was the most eventful especially the tremen- dous victory over the enemy tribe of Vikings. After proving ourselves Worthy of such a feat, we felt no obstacle too great. Feeling the need for a change of scenery we snuck off into another part of the wilderness. This day will long be remembered in years to come. The end of our journey is in sight and as we review the past, there is a feeling of regret for the precious years left behind, but our wagon is complete and each of us looks forward with hope and faith in God, as we head out through the vast regions of life. Phyllis Ann Young Joan McNamara I0