Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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CLASS PROPHECY Here it is tne year ox i9o0 and I have just returned rrom my first vacation in ten years. 1 woik at tne Atomic Capsuie Hiant in Wasnington. I hau such a wonderful time tnat I will tell you of my adventures. As I left the plant, which covers three thousand acres, 1 accidentally ran into Bill Beck, who was guarding tne entrance. He told me he lived on a farm and was raising weasels for a hobby. I was then escorted to my Atomic Plane by an Atomic Robot. Upon en- tering the plane I found that my old classmate, Ruth Krug, was tending to all the first-aid that was needed on the plane. She told me she was now Mrs. Jack Jarnecke and that he was Chief Grease-Monkey on all the plant’s atomic planes. As I was buckling my safety belt, I happened to glance out the window and, to my surprise, there stood Jack waving good bye, with five freckle-faced imps standing at his side. We were on our way. The pilot informed us the next stop would be Hollywood. When we arrived, I hailed a taxi to take me to a hotel. Upon entering the cab, I was astonished to see that the driver was none other than Gene Peters. We be- gan to talk, and he said that June Rosenbaum was now making her first public ap- pearance. She was playing in a musical hit opposite Bill Laurence, to whom she is now engaged. Since I didn’t know my way around very well, Gene asked me if he could escort me to the theatre that evening. As we walked into the theatre we noticed a very familiar face showing from behind a peanut and popcorn stand. It was none other than Joan Schultz. She told us since jobs were so hard to find, she had taken over making the living. Her husband, Groucho Marxs, was running the home. The show was beginning, so we took our seats. After the show we went backstage. June was excited about seeing us. We began to discuss old times and she asked me how her old friend, Shirley Daumer, was making out. I told her that she had been to see me two days before I started my vacation. She was now Mrs. Vernon Pfledderer and they were living on a dude rancn in Texas. Once more on the plane, I settled down for fifteen minutes to relax until we arrived in Kentucky. There I planned to visit with another friend of mine, Mary Minton. ThinKing sue dian’t live very tar up the mountain, I didn't botner to stop to get gas for tne car I rented. After I had driven halfway up the mountain, the engine started missing—then it stopped dead. I got out and went back to the shack 1 had noticed on tne way. mere i iound Mary Ellen, singing and stirring a kettle of moonshine. She was astonished to see me. She informed me that since she had been married live times, sne had decided that she would now stay single. I relaxed for a wnile and we talked over old times. I finally had to go; I took the gas foi the car and left. Safely back in town, I again boarded my atomic plane—this time bound for New York. We arrived there about noon. I took a taxi to a hotel and while I was registering I gave my bags to a bell boy. I was very surprised to find Neva Arnold running the elevator. We had only a few minutes to gossip but Neva promised to come in to see me. After resting awhile, I decided to go downstairs to have dinner. Before entering the dining room, I passed the bar, and who should be sliding beer down it but Tom Henderson. He yelled a greeting to me as I passed; since I was very hungry, I decided to wait until later to have a chat with him. I went on into the hall and ordered the first course of my meal. I had just received my food and started to eat, when I heard a baritone voice that I thought was A1 Jolson’s. I turned around as inconspicuously as possible and almost choked when I saw Ralph Hamlet. After I regained my senses, I finished my meal. Then I went back to talk to Tom. He told me that he was now married and had three children. Edna Olson was serving as a tutor for them. At 9:00 a.m. the next morning, I decided that I would head this time for Havana, Cuba. As my plane landed, two men dressed in white knickers ran out and put the blocks under the wheels to keep the plane from rolling. As I stepped from the plane. I noticed that their faces looked familiar. They came over to me and I saw that thev were Howard Wandry and Harold Haman. I asked them how they came to be “clear down here ” Howard said Betty had refused to marry him and Harold

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LAST WILL and TESTAMENT of the CLASS of 1950 I, Harold Haman, will my ability to get Geometry to Johnny Struve. I, Ralph Hamlet, will my natural curly hair to George Deavers. 1, Patti Herring, will my seat in band to anyone who wants it. 1, Tom Henderson, will nothing, for I’m going to need everything I have. I, Bob Hough, will my determination to finish school to anyone who wants to. I, Jacl( Jarnccl(c, will nothing. I’m taking Ruth with me. I. Ruth Krug, will nothing. I’m taking all my interests in Jack with me. I, Nancy Klemm, will my long finger nails to Frances Reinhardt. I, George Maul, will my love for sports to Bill Tabler. I, Mary Minton, will my interest in Corky Maul to Shirley Railing. I, Edna Olson, will my Latin ability to anyone who will take it. I, Eugene Peters, will my ability to play the Trombone to the Trombone section. I, Vernon Pfledderer, will my ability to play cards to anyone who has a lot of money. I, Betty Prough, will my job as editor of the yearbook to anyone who has any leisure time. I, Helen Reinhardt, will my job in the cafeteria to Ruby Taylor. I, June Rosenbaum, will my sense of humor to the Junior Girls. I. Arlene Schoon, will my height to Katherine Fitzgerald. I, Joan Schultz, will my seriousness to Janet McMurtry. I, Dotty Stoddard, will the use of the bassoon to anyone who can afford to pay for the reeds.

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couldn’t find anyone to marry, so they came to Cuba to get away from “Women”. If you have ever been to Havana, you have seen the people walking about, shouting and selling their wares. Well, that’s where I found Nancy Klemm. I walk- ed up to her and she barely recognized me. When she did, she hugged and kissed me until I thought she never would stop. I finally broke away and asked her where Steve was. She said she had asked him to marry her and he had refused. She had left Kouts because being so near him was so painful. While we were talking, she in- formed me that Barbara Denton, now Mrs. John Starks, was also living in Havana. She gave me her address, so I hailed a cab and directed him to her home. We stop- ped at a large white house. I noticed that someone was pushing a lawnmower in the front yard, but the sun was so bright that I could not tell who it was. I rang the doorbell and Johnny came to the door. I asked to see Barbara and he informed me that she was mowing the lawn. He yelled for her and she came up to the house. Was she surprised to see me! I asked her how she liked married life and her an- swer amazed me. She said she had to do all the work because John thought that be- fore they were married she always had her way and it was about time he had his way. I glanced at my watch and found that we had talked over two hours. I insisted on her coming to visit me in Washington and she said that if she ever made enough money she would. I left them, feeling very sorry for her. A taxi took me to my plane and I continued on my trip to Nicaragua. As I was very tired when I arrived, I went to the Congo Hotel. After a good night’s sleep, I felt better. It was very hot and sunny. Since I didn’t have-any hat with me I decided to buy one. I asked the hotel manager where there was a chic hat shop. He directed me to Birky's Exclusive Millinery. I was met at the door by a smiling gentleman. I could hardly believe it— Vernon Birky. We just stood there dumbfounded. After reminscing, I explained to him that I had come for a hat. I finally found one I liked and departed. As I started down the street, I was knocked down on the sidewalk by a little red wagon. Gro- ceries and kids were sprawled all over and the mother was hurriedly picking them •up, one after the other. I was amazed to find that it was none other than Dotty Stoddard (now Mrs. Glenn Smith). I had heard that Arlene Schoon was training monkeys in the Belgium Congo; I thought I would stop there next. We landed in a field that looked like an airport but it turned out to be the training field for Arlene’s dare-devil monkeys. Stepping down from the plane, I noticed a small car coming toward us. I was sure it would hit us, but instead it jumped across the plane. About this time Arlene came running across the field and greeted me. She begged me to stay awhile; we went into the house and the monkeys served the dinner. We soon left. When I awoke the next morning, I felt very chilly. When we landed, I put on the warmest clothes I could find and decided to go for a walk. I soon found out that we were in Alaska. A big sign had been tacked on a near-by tree which read—Maul’s Trained Seals Now Appearing At The Ice Bowl. I thought it would be rather amusing; I obtained a ticket and attended the perform- ance. I was astonished to find it was Cork Maul who was putting the animals through their tricks. In the middle of the performance one of the seals started coughing bad- ly and a nurse ran out. Imagine how startled I was to find it was Betty Prough. The plane was in running order again and soon we were in the air. The pilot told me that he had some business to take care of in Paris, France. We headed there next and arrived about 5:00 p.m. As I’d always heard so much about the Paris fashions I decided to go shopping. I entered a very elegant dress shop. Presently, models were walking back and forth in front of me. As I was gazing at them, you can imagine how astounded I was at seeing Helen Reinhardt. She was just as amazed to see me. After she had changed clothes, she came out to talk to me. We decided to make an evening of it. She told me that Bob Hough was now a leading comedian in one of the night clubs in town. Upon hearing this, I suggested we go there. After his performance, we departed, the plane heading home. It was my best vacation because I’d seen all of the class of ‘50.