Lake Linden Hubbell High School - Torch Yearbook (Lake Linden, MI)

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ttllllllggig rmm''mmlWWWWWWmmwwwmmmmmuunnnulnunwmnmnIIIllllmnwWWWWWWmmWmTm '-I-'Ummmmmmmm chair, doses off His dreams are interrupted by a clanking noise, and before him appears the sp1rit of the Sophomore Class of 1955. 'Who are you? asks Mr. Graham. 'Ask me who I was, replies the 'Who were you then?' 'In l955 I was president of the 'Oh, of course, you are Jim Beveridge. 'I am about to show you what has happened to our class in the years since our gradu ation in l957.' The spirit, taking him by the hand, leads him out the door to the Lake Linden hubbell High School As they enter the school, a strange odor reaches their noses. What should it be but the odor cf 'Metre D'Hote Souffle' which Elinore Frusti, tte domestic science teacher is teaching her pupils to make. One wh1ff sends them on their way As they are leaving the stop to see the math teacher, Wayne Marcotte, After visiting Mr leave tte high school and hurry to the airport, where they board Larry Kananen, and head for New York. En route to New York they to watch a play by play description of the Detroit Tiger vs New being broadcast by the sports announcer Jim Chaput. In the last the Tiger hero, Rus Messner, breaks the 0-O tie with a hom run Detroit. The plane tten lands at LaGuardia Airport, second largest in the state, owned and oper ated by Kurt Turner and Billy Lewis Here the spirit hails a cab driven by Marvin Loukus. As they drive off the runway, Rae Paquette and Barbara Pflugi, two stewardesses, boarding a transport, headed for spirit good old Sophomore Class. building they decide to Marcotte for awhile, they a cosmo jet, piloted by turn on the television set York Yankee baseball game half of the 10th inning, and wins the game for ttey see Detroit. The it leads 'What floor please? To hr Graham's surprise, it is Ken Bessner. As they reach the 84th floor, they get out of the elevator and across the hall they see on a door w1ndow, R. Koepel, President, Acme Cc. The steady rhythm of a typewriter is heard When they look thru the glass they see Phyllis Sullivan, private secretary to this important executive. All of e sudden a form appears before the window and who should it be but Dale Parent, the window washer! They take the Escalator back to the lst floor and walk out of the building. At this time of day tte traffic in New York is very heavy, and as ttey approach the corner of 5th and Madison, they are directed across the street by traffic policeman, Bruce Campeau. The spirit leads Mr, Graham to the train depot where they board a train bou d for Wash- ington, D. C. As soon as they are seated, the conductor, Carl Lefebvre, begins to collect the tickets. Looking around at the other passengers, Mr. Graham's eye catches a familiar face. It is none other than the famous politician Joe Franks on his way to a convention in Washington. When they arrive at their destination, Mr. Graham immediately goes to the telegraph operator, Jenette Yalgren, at the telegraph office, and she sends a telegram home for him. While leisurely strolling down the street, Mr, Graham's attention is attracted by a billboard which reads 'DeLisle's Theater presents People are Funny, starring the famous ao- tress Nancy Ruonavar, produced and directed by Donn s 0'Rourke. The spirit then leads him past the Stork Club, where the familiar strains of the 'Dark town Strutter's Ba1l', played by the Chandonais Trio, hits their ears. They look in, and cab comes to a screeching stop in front of the Empire State Building, and the spir kr. Graham thru the lobby, where they enter an elevator. A familiar voice asks -' '11 , 5 Q iiiinlii Our retired superintendent, Mr. George A. Graham, relaxing in his favorite rocking I! n O ll ll .A A ' . A . 5 . w - 0