Linden High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Linden, IN)

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ALLEN WALTZ FREDA BARTON SHARON CLEVELAND mmm OLIVER LAMBUTH BILL VAIL DELORES GUINN a

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They had moved to the South where Barbara had established a Beauty School and Bill had to drill more oil wells each day to pay for this fabulous school. In California -- Hollywood to be exact -- I saw Dick Hunsicker sitting on top of a flag pole at Hollywood and Vine eating rhubarb. He obviously hadn't been such a success on the screen so he was taking up flag-pole sitting. Suddenly I was jerked back to Indiana. I heard a male voice singing loudly Mule Train, I saw Oliver Lambuth piloting a Ford tractor around a one-hundred acre field. Coming to meet him was Mary with a cool drink — 7-Up. After drinking his 7-Up, Oliver became so intoxicated he lost control of his tractor and guess where it went — right into Ramona Eutsler's flower garden where her twelve kids were running around playing with their parents' race horses. The tractor ran into the fence — but instead of suing Oliver, Ramona made him drink every bit of his 7-Up, right down to the last drop. Steve Storms was a sophomore at Yale University majoring in math. He planned to come back to L. H. S. and replace Mr. Lyon who had retired — I couldn't believe it either. As the flame jumped high, an old school house in Georgia appeared with patched windows, an old stove in the corner, maps, books. Behind the desk I saw Norma Whitlow earnestly teach- ing the little black folks their ABC's. I wondered what Freda Barton was doing to make history. There she was giving a speech before a mass of people in Washington. Why, she had just announced she was going to be the first woman to run for the presidency of the United States! While I was dealing with big shots in Washington, I saw Velma Sue Martin. She had just been elected the new president of the National Society for Lonely Hearts. Moving on down to Skunk Hollow in the hills, I saw Carl Snyder. He was dog-catcher. Justice of the Peace, sheriff, mayor, and with his wife Shirley, owned the post office and general store. I saw a tall grain elevator in the next town of Podank Center. There were dozens of children running around. This was the humble home of Delores Guinn and need we say whom? I saw a weary cowpoke wind his weary way around a huge boulder and suddenly his hat was blown into the air about six inches. From behind a tree popped Pat Miller with a smoking gun. She had thought he was a revenuer. I stared into the fire and saw the face of the Senior sponsor, Mr. Hill. He was now presi- dent of Wellesley College and had a brilliant career ahead of him. I was, oh so tired, with having seen so much of my beloved classmates. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep while the smoldering fire slowly died and faded into oblivion.

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SANDRA TODD MARY SUE SMITH PAT MILLER VELMA SUE MARTIN Ou% RUSSELL GRENARD FRED WHITE CARL SCHAEFFER