Lancaster Central High School - Reflector Yearbook (Bluffton, IN)

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Prophecy We, Lauretta Anderson and Ruth Ann Randall, the only two spirits of the class of '48, do here- by resolve to tell you, the people of 1961, our experiences of haunting our old school pals. Before we had the misfortune to be killed in an automobile accident l, Lauretta, was the editor of the Craigville Comic Book, a superman specialty. I, Ruth Ann. was engaged in raising Palomino horses. which at that time was very profitable as the fad of horseback riding had returned. Since we were killed in an auto accident, we feel it our duty to warn you about sharp curves. Although it is loads of fun being able to scare people, and never have to fear on-coming trains. or falling off a twenty story building, it would be nice to sit at a tourney once again with coke being poured down your back, and knees poking you inthe ribs. The people living in this grand old world don't know how thankful they can be for all of this. k Being thankful reminds us of when we were in Florida. The sun was shining brightly, and the weather was fine for swimming, when out of the clear blue sky, rose a terrifying shriek that would even scare a ghost. We hastily went to investigate. Out on the ocean a tiny girl was flouncing up and down, screaming, and crying for help. Being as swift as the wind, we went to investigate. As we drew near, she was gasping for air, and slowly she went down. She looked like an angel, long blond hair with beautiful blue eyes. We pulled her to safety and how thankful she was. Later we learn- ed the girl was Lillian Fiechter, and we were truly glad to help our old classmate, She had done so much for the class of '48. Lillian was on a vacation from working at a bank at Fort Wayne and had come to Florida for a rest. Last Christmas we went to California, and on Christmas Eve we went to one of the beauti- ful churches in Los Angeles. As we seated ourselves on the chandelier, the choir slowly marched in carrying lighted candles. After the choir was seated, the preacher., who had been kneeling be- hind the pulpit, rose. How surprised we were to note that it was a woman. While she was reading the second chapter of Matthew. we recognized her, and we fell right off the chandelier into the laps of two women. The women jumped up and ran right out of the church leaving their coats and purses. We were looking through the purses to find some identification, when we noted the names of Dr. Wanda Byerly, 1784 Palm Drive, Los Angeles, and Janis Ann Bynum, Registered Nurse, 1784 Palm Drive. Los Angeles. Later we read in the paper that the people of that church believed they had seen one of God's miracles. They were encouraged by their preacher to make ready for the great coming. In case you want to know, the preacher was none other than Carolyn Henry. As we floated down the street of Los Angeles one day, we noticed a magnificent building call- ed The Yuteve Fashions . Being as fond of lovely clothes now as we were when alive, we decided to go in. Hearing a familiar giggle, we immediately ascended to the second floor, and to our sur- prise we saw Joan Wiebke fitting a new creation on her model Bonnie Trullender. We too, had to laugh when we saw the new style. Once again in the year of '61 dresses are back to the knees. Just as we were about to leave, we were astonished by the dramatic appearance of the most handsome man ever created. We heard Joan exclaim, Dick. As we listened, we learned he was Dick Harris. who had taken the place of Clark Gable as the screen's greatest lover. One night the wind was raging, and we were carried far out to sea. Suddenly there appeared to our wondering eyes an airplane signaling in distress. Realizing its danger, we immediately hast- ened to take a position, one on each wing, and by our divine guidance brought the plane safely back to the San Francisco airport. The pilot got out weary. but happy to touch ground again. He was met by the radio technician, who exclaimed that it was a miracle, that he returned uninjured. Once again we were very glad to see our old classmates. Lloyd Stern., pilot, and Bob Duncan, radio technician, walked into the hanger to receive new orders. Before leaving San Francisco we visited the docks, where huge ocean liners were getting ready to sail. There was a crowd gathered in front of the ship. Queen Elizabeth. 'The Duke of Remington and his bride are sailing on this ship to return to England, said a woman in the crowd. Here they come, someone shouted. A long sleek. shining car came to a stop directly in front of us. Out stepped the Duke of Remington followed by his blushing bride. What? The bride was Berniece Moser. V One day while looking over the shoulder of an old man, we noticed the headlines which said. ONCE AGAIN WOMAN DARE-DEVIL AND COMPANION WIN. We got so excited we bumped the old man, and he thinking a fly was bothering him struck at us. Wow! Mr. Hedges. Now how did he get in here: he graduated a long time before we did. But it is rather nice knowing-what the sponsors are doing. In case you want to know, Mr. Hedges has retired and is living a life of ease. Mrs. Troyer has also retired to a lovely estate in New York and has been devoting her time to raising flowers which are the envy of every flower lover. After reading the headlines about the women dare-devils, we set out for New York.. We want- ed to see the race as best we could, so we just sat on the hood of one of the racers. Little did we realize this one belonged to that woman dare-devil. In she jumped with a bound and went off llke a fire cracker. Boy. what a ride! When finally she stopped. and we got our breath. off we went again. What kind of a woman was this behind the wheel?? Just to stop long enough to start again. But soon we knew it wasn't the same person. The first one had been Colleen Huss and the second, Virginia Clark. her assistant. Oh dear, and we had warned them about curves. I Upon leaving the grounds of the race track, we noticed an organ grinder, with a monkey. The monkey looked rather large, but then we all have to make a living. The organ was playing. Cheer, Cheer for Lancaster High. How strange that seemed. We drew nearer to see this wonder CContinued on Page 495 muse r-IFTEEN

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