Linden High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Linden, IN)

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twins. Surprised we found that Betty and Charles had married shortly after graduation and had begun to raise their middle sized family. After she left we noticed that it was getting close to evening. The boys returned to their rooms to dress for supper and the stage show. Ibbie Ritter the wardrobe woman returned with our dresses and told us to hurry or we would miss the show. A few minutes later we met in the hall and started for the dining room. Upon arriving the host showed us to our seats. The waiter arrived a short time later and took our order. We thought he looked familiar but we couldn't quite place him. A few minutes later the orchestra began playing the old familiar rumba. The waiter keeping time with the music came through the crowd with the tray above his head to our tables. Immediately we recognized him as a dear old friend Bill Reed. We talked with him awhile and found that he was still an old bachelor but that was not a sign that the girls were still not a major part of his life. After we had started our meal, we noticed that Geraldine wasn't eating. Knowing that she liked so well potato salad we thought some- thing was wrong. All of us knew that she would surely be hungry after the big swim so Marjorie Pearson asked her what was wrong. Geraldine replied that she did not like the way the salad was put together. She said that she had a good notion to take it back to the kitchen. She finally pursuaded us it was the right thing to do. Returning in about fifteen minutes she told us that the head cook was none other than Dorothy Hudson. The orchestra had played several soft songs while we were eating. After we had finished and the dishes had been removed the curtain was drawn for the floor shows. Our attention was immediately drawn to the speaker introducing himself as Jim Davis and his Chorus Girls. After the Chorus Girls had finished their number the spotlight centered on Bob Brewer and his magic guitar. During Bob's third encore, we heard a familiar voice coming up behind us chanting Cigars, Cigaretters . Bob Horney let out a long low whistle as he saw her approaching. When she was in the light we saw that it was the former Mary White, now Mary Denham. After talking with her a few minutes, we discovered that Bob's specialty was over; Mary volunteered to show us back-stage. We knocked on his door and when we were admitted we found that he already had visitors. We thought that she looked familiar but we were unable to place her. Just then Jim Davis burst in the door and exclaimed Why Martha, Martha Brann . At that, we all turned in amazment to stare at her. We offered our apologies for not recognizing her and found that she and Bob had patched up all their differences and made everything definite. We also learned that they had become the parents of red-headed quin- tuplet boys, about a year, before. Margie Bales called to our atten- tion that this certainly was year for recorded breaking births. As we left to go to our rooms we all realized that we had met the whole class of '50. Our reunion was truly an eventful one. 29

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Prophecy of the Class of '50 On July 12, 1960, the class of '51 arrived in the great metrop- olis of Linden for their annual reunion. This was the first year since graduation from dear old Linden High, for it to be held in Linden. Upon arriving, we all checked in at the 29 Palms Summer Resort, owned and operated by Mr. and Mrs. Karl Moser. After having graduated from Purdue University, the Mosers had tested the soil around the old Hunsicker gravelpit and found it unsuitable for farming. Determined to make money off the land, they built their Summer Resort there. Mr. and Mrs. Moser, the former Joan Hunsicker, greeted us at the desk and turned the keys to our rooms over to us. Noticing our heavy luggage, Joan summoned the bellhop. As he picked up our luggage, we saw his face clearly. To our surprise, we found him to be none other than Arvil Denham, Jr. While escorting us to our rooms, we engaged in conversation with him. We found that after graduating, he and the former Mary White had decided to make everything definite and took the fatal step. We also learned that she was engaged at the resort at night too. Seems she couldn’t work all day because she had to take care of their ever-growing twins. June and Gloria unpacked our bags and decided our evening dresses needed a good pressing before the Reunion Banquet that night. We put through a call to the desk requesting that they send a wardrobe lady up right away. Living up to the Hotel’s slogan of Prompt Service , the wardrobe woman was there within a few minutes. Entering our room, she gave a cheery greeting and we recognized her as Ibbie Ritter. Collecting our dresses, she told us that she was still looking for the man of her dreams. Promising to have our clothes back in plenty of time she left us. The sun kept getting hotter and hotter every minute so Ed sug- gested we go take a dip in the cl 1 waters of the reconverted gravel- pit, now a luxurious swimming pool. After donning our swim suits, we made our way down to the pool. Walking by the pool, Gloria gave Margaret a friendly slap on the shoulder and she went splashing into the water. Gloria noticed what she caused and commenced screaming. The tall, blonde life-guard finally came to her rescue. After all the excitement had died down, Robert Harpel called to our atten- tion that the life-guard was none other than Dick Schaeffer. The next two hours were spent sitting beside the pool chatting with Dick and comparing notes on what had taken place in the last ten years. About three o'clock we decided to go to our rooms and rest before the banquet. We decided to call some former friends. Finding the telephone out of commission we sent Billy for the bellhop to locate the telephone repairman. Upon arriving Billy had brought back with him none other than Mrs. Charles Goode, the former Betty Figg. After conversing with her, there was a knock on the door. Pat answered the door, returning with two sets of triplets and one set of 28

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