Lancaster Township High School - Lancerian Yearbook (Lancaster, IN)

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The next day I flew to Huntington to visit my relatives. There the rage of the town was the L-L-L Hoot Eeer stands on every corner. L-L-L Lovely, Luscious and Luptious. The owner had struck it rich. Iris Gilbert travelled from one to the other in a purple Cadillac picking up the money and taking it to the bank. Bill Johnson ' s full time job was counting Iris ' s money and keeping her accounts. I asked Bill where some of our classmates were. Thais.was now head of the Huntington telephone office. This promotion was given, as achievement basis, for she could say sorry, line busy more times without Stopping for breath than any other operator. I looked across at the Court House and perched on a scaffold outside a third story window was Nancy Glendenning scrubbing the windows for dear life. Bill said she was really court recorder but she washed windows on her time off so she could save enough money to graduate from college by the time she was fifty. I then decided to visit L. H. 3. I went first to the principal ' s office and there sat Ann Willie lm, principal, roaring at the petrified teachers. Just then I heard the band marching outside. Ann said we had the best band leader in the c ounty--Ed Hollowell. He was especially good at teaching the majorettes how to strut. Ann invited me to go on Saturday to the Indianapolis Speedway to the newly organized 500-mile Powder Puff Derby. The two leading contenders, calm and cool with nerves of iron and hearts of steel, were none other than Bette Paul and Judy Welty. Judy ' s mechanic and grease monkey was greasy Ceelie Wiley, the fastest but dirtiest mechanic on the track. (She said she trained for the dirtiest title in our Junior Play back in I960). We decided to return to downtown Indianapolis via the Cadillac Cab Co., the fastest, most daring, and the most wreckless cab service in the capital. Harriet Smith came sliding to a stop in a 1939 speed monster with only one fender left intact. With a jump and a bound, two turns and a leap we ware in the city. WOWJ What a ride. Ann wanted to stop at the Ted Mack talent show where Betty Veach won the coveted prize with the original dance never before presented--the Bunny Hop Karen Mattern Upton took second with a tap dance performed entirely on the right foot while twirling a hula-hoop on the left foot. After congratulating the winner, Ann and I called Harriet again and returned to Huntington in record time. I then flew back to New York. After my short vacation I con- tinued working at my ground job. Janie Gard Susie Philip D.

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1961 CLASS PROPHECY FOR 1980 Having retired as a stewardess, I began working at the La Guardia Airport office. When the Bermuda Clipper landed, among the passengers checking in was a tall, heavy-set, distinguished and wealthy suparbeet plantation owner; we asked his name--Philip Watson. He commuted regularly between his. Bermuda and ' New York offices so he told me of the activities of our classmates that were in New York. By all means I was to go to Rockfeller Center for the star performance of the aerial act (a daring act, hanging by one knee from a chandelier) which was executed by none other than tne versatile, vavacious Jane Weaver ' . Philip than insisted we go to Yankee Stadium for the Olympic tryout. The high jumping champion of the Women ' s Hair Dressers Association, Connie Shipbaugh, was competing against the national champion of the Women ' s Riveters Association, Sallie McDaniel. We held our breath as they gracefully skimmed tha bar at 5 ' 11 but Connie emerged successfully with a six foot leap. Returning to Manhattan at a little too speedy a clip, we we re pinched by a cop who could drive faster than we could. Eeg as we would Steve Fulton insisted that we be arrested and took us before the roughest , gruffest judge, Philip Deemer. We paid our fine and went our way since Phil wouldn ' t let his old friends off. Philip then insisted we go to visit the Brooklyn insane hospital where Marilyn Lahr was working. Marilyn was so glad to see us, but she was sad because her math teacher friend, Phyllis Creek had suffered a nervous breakdown. She had tried every theory she had heard of to teach Karen Friedley ' s Burdoski ' s child to count her fingers and add 1 and 1 correctly so she could pass in the sixth grade. Karen Sue and her husband, both playing in the Philharmonic Orchestra, hadn ' t had time to teach her child the more practical things in life. Marilyn did say that with a complete rest Phyllis would recover. Then I saw a sign which said We Three Weary Warts Beauty Shop . The name was so unique I decided to enter. Peg Dolby met me at the door and assigned me to Janice Henry, operator. Janice took one look at my hair and said a specialist was needed so Mike Matthews with his long shears styled my beautiful hair in the new New York new f angled way. I took one look at it in the mirror and was positively sick at my stomach so I rushed to the nearest drug store for a tranquilizer and pharmacist, William Parrett, sympathetically gave me a bottle of pink pills for pale people. He told me I should have known better than to go to the three quack Warts. The next day I received a call from Rex Billiter wanting a date to go with him to the Brooklyn Bridge to watch Anne Clampitt break the record for swimming around Manhattan Island. She had tried the week before but the scum, rubbish and garbage of New York had slowed her time down. But here she comes! A new record is seti Good old Jay P. Hacker is breaking the way, sweeping all the polution to each side with his magnificent boat. After the ll -mile swim she was starved, so the four of us went to Jack Dempsey ' s for steaks. Standing in the window wearing asbestos gloves and cooking steaks with a blow torch was John Updike. John says he works there in the evening but during the day works out in Jack ' s boxing ring. They say that John ' s a promising feather weight contender. The highlight of the floor show was a husband and wife dance combination in which the Susie- Val Dancers (the former Susie Mills and Val Gene Mclntire) accompanied by the most hep jazz pianist on Broadway, Mary Ebey. This was followed by a little Swiss miss who had lived in Switzerland all her life and had just been flown to New York for her debut. It was none other than Nancy Daugherty.

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