Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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 LincU icLaiirnsn May they never drop by the wayside, but always go forward until they have secured their key.

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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.

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 I Lndzi.c L Oh, the poor souls in Grades one to six, Ha ith their joys I' . Ji rorrow to mix. The seventh and eighth As they trudge along Are steadfast in learning The right from the wrong! Freshmen—dear Freshmen, So green and so bright. You are the school spirit— The hope and the light. Tired old Sophomores Your light's growing dim, Where is that vigor. Vitality and vim? Stop, all you Juniors, And make this one vow. To come back next year To settle your row! Now, don’t feel depressed— Education’s but your tool. And truly classmen There’s no place like school! Dolly Stoddard