Jefferson High School - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Goshen, IN)

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Class Prophecy On a cool afternoon in Iuly, 1955, our good ship The Jeffersonianu steam- ed out for a trip around the world. My partner, Mildred Stutzman, and I were a- mong the passengers on this boat. The trip was very enjoyable until about 2:30 in the morning when the emer- gency gong was sounded, the ship had sprung a leak. Life boats were lowered and the passengers taken ashore, where they were greeted by the natives of Hawaii. It was learned that the captain of The Jelfersonian, Robert Nagle, was left aboard. Mildred stayed with those who were injured while l went with one of the natives to find the hospital and to inquire for a doctor. Upon iiiqniry the nurse led me down the hall to a door upon which, to my amazement, was inscribed, Albert Mil- ler, M. D. It was hardly believable that a classmate of mine could become a doctor in so short a time. I went in and had a few words, then he called his nurse, who was none other than Delta lnbody. I took them to the patients, then Mildred and I made arrangements to leave 0:1 the next boat. We learned later that our Captain Robert Nagle came swinnning to shore the next day. On arrival at Brazil we were very much interested to see the huts and na- tives of that land. Being tired we began looking for a place to stay. Walking along the street we presently observed a sign whi. li read, H . S. Christner and Son's Boarding House. We knew at once it was our old friend Harold Christner. Se- curing our rooms we turned in for the night. The next morning, rushing down to the airport to see if any mail had arrived for us, a mail plane just came out of the sky. To our very great surprize the pilot was Hubert Nusbaum, our old pal. We did not have long to talk to him as our boat was soon leaving, but he told ns that he was flying the only plane from the United States to Brazil, Our next stop was Africa. Upon going ashore we heard loud voices. Knowing the dangers of the African region, we stood like statues, endeavoring to discover the direction of the conversation. Having taken Latin in J. I-I. S. we heard the fol- lowing, which we were able to understand, Ego amo tug meaning. I lovc you. Drawing nearer the small group of people we recognize-'I the smiling face of Lamar Caton, who was teaching Latin to some rich African girls. We had little time to waste so we continued on our journey. The next place we went to was Paris, France. Walking down the street the sound of music could be heard. Walking on it became louder and louder, Upon entering a building we saw a large stage and dark-complected girls dancing. A blonde man was directing them. At intervals he would stop them and lecture on points of criticism, then start them again. The director evidently wanting to see them from a distance, came toward us. We recognized his face as that of our good friend, Rob- ert Fields, Page 15

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ABOUT THE SENIORS Class History We, the first graduating class of this school, numbering seventeen in all, are ready to anchor after many struggles and bumps of hardship as we sailed along on our good ship HEDUCATIONR' We learned that we were sailing along quite rapidly in spite of our play, Go slow, Mary, sponsored by Miss Stambaugh, which we gave while traveling through our Freshman year- Two more passengers, Robert Fields and Hubert Nus- baum, were added to our crew in this year. Days, - months, - a year passed by and we found that we were venturing on into another year, so-called the Sophomore. The most mysterious adventure of this year, which brought everybody on deck, was The Empty House, a play which was very thrilling and caused the chills to race up and down the spine. It was sponsored by Mr, Trump. We thought that the Sophomore year would be our last year in the Jefferson School, so we had commencement exercises before going ashore. While ashore we received word that the ship was going to sail for tvso more years, called Iunior and Senior. To be sure we were ready to go on board again, with the addition of four new passengers, namelv: Robert Nagle, Christobel Ham- ilton, Blanche Holdread and Albert Miller. ln the Iunior year we presented a play entitled, Kid Colby, a three-act comedy, sponsored by Miss Stambaugh. As Jun- iors we were unfortunate in having no Seniors to give a Junior-Senior Banquet to. In September, 1934, we began our voyage through the dark and violent storms of the senior year, the worst of which was a Physics tornado,- a tornado that lasted all the year. The leaders of this year ,were Albert Miller, president, Celesta Evans, vice-president, Marjorie Lockwood, secretary, and Hubert Nusbaum, treas- urer. The Senior play, Hobgohlin House, a mystery play, drew a large audience and also made possible our trip to Chicago and Michigan City. Our sponsor through the year was Mr. J. L. Trump. At last we were guest of honor at the Junior-Senior Banquet, the most enjoyable time of all. Just before the end of our voyage through Jefferson School in the good ship Education, we presented a Commencement pro- gram, April 22, X93 5, and within a few more hours were landed. LUCILLE BROWN and MYRTLE CHR ISTNER Page 14

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tClass Propl.ecy, continuedb By this time it was noon so we sat down to eat our lunch, All of a sudden we noticed a man ascend a wild grapevine and began swinging from it. Watching him more closely we observed that it was the Honorable Junior Trump, our grand teacher, sponsor and principal of days gone by. Upon making inquiry we were told that he was filming a picture, as he was the new director of the Paris Studio. After he was through directing We engaged in a lengthy conversation, and asked him a- bout some of our classmates. He told us of seeing Christobel Hamilton, a few days before, out airing her family. After bidding him goodbye, we continued on our way. Our next stop was in a small village on the Amazon, by the name of Lehua. There were several small shops on the one and only street. VVe entered one which happened to be specializing in grass skirts for tourists to take with them back to the States. Much to our surprize, a model stepped forward who happened to be Lois Fissgus. The day now drawing to a close we retired to the one and only hotel for the night. The sun was in the sky early the next morning, so We had breakfast at a small place near our lodge. A tall, facinating, young waitress neared our table, and asked, Will it be 'am and haggs, or bacon and haggs, Sir? Upon hearing the voice we glanced up in amazement and saw that it was Blanche Holclread. She informed us that there was a Circus a short way from there. Having some extra time to spare, we walked the short distance to the place. The best performance was the famous bareback rider, which was no other than Lucille Brown. It Was getting late in the season and we had been gone so long we took the next boat leaving for New York City, Upon going aboard we settled down for a long journey. The sea was unusually calm and a warm sun beat upon us. About 2:00 o'clock in the afternoon, the usual time fora luncheon, a stewardess was mak- ing her rounds. Drawing nearer we both seemed to recognize her, and so we did. It was the one, and only one, Celesta Evans of our school days. We were in her company frequently throughout the trip. She told us that her schoolmate, Irma Garver was manager in a sugar factory in Cuba. We were to dock at Havama, so upon arrival there we hired a car and chauffer and drove to the office of the So- Sweet Sugar factory for the sole purpose of seeing her. We told her of our trip and of meeting our old friends of I. H. S. She Was living in Havana, no, she wasn't married. She was living up to her old prophecy of being an old maid. Bidding her farewell we again joined our boat. The return journey from there on was just as enjoyable as the first. New York City came into sight, Our ship was to be one which carried the mayor of the city. There was a great reception at the dock. The gangplank was lowered. As Page 16