Loogootee High School - Black Gold Yearbook (Loogootee, IN)

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I was even more surprised to see Joe Leonard. He was head pilot on a fleet of Gondolas. He also serenades under certain windows, with a guitar. (They won’t let him sing.) From there I went on to Paris, France. For some reason, it was a big attraction for several of my classmates. Barbara Neukam was starring in a French movie version of Love Me or Leave Me. Saving the best till last, I went to see the Follies on my last night in Paris. There, decked out in a lot of feathers and a few ruffles, I discovered Sharon Gibson. She had changed her name to Sheriee and was quite the favorite of all the ug audience. Jim Harkness was also in Paris, but not doing anything in parti- cular, just sitting in the different sidewalk cafes all day long. I couldn't imagine why he was carrying a sypglass. The next day I journeyed to Brussels to the World Fair. The United States Contribu- tion was The Flying Marvel, Jovian McKinley. The stadium was so crowded I could hardly get in. Gina Lolobridgida was performing when I arrived, but when Joe entered the center ring wearing black satan tights and a scarlet red silk shirt, all attention turn- ed his way. It was truly a day of surprises. I finally had to end my tour and head back to New York. When I arrived there, they were in the midst of a crusade to clean up New York. It would involve a lot of under- ground work —cleaning sewers, but Marlin Frye said that he was the man for the job, he didn't mind it. There were two of my classmates that I didn't get to see. One of them was Gerald Frye who had become a hermit and was living in Alaska, and the other one was Jim Gentry. He is residing at Sing Sing, and is the brains of the underground there. (He always did favor striped shirts.) I went through Loogootee on my way back to W. V. U. for one last look at the statue of Mr. Jones, which the Senior Class of '58 had erected in tribute for his help above and beyond the call of duty, in getting the seniors out of trouble. Well, now that I had seen all of my old friends, I could go back to W. V. U. (Wuxuprtc Vexputeoina Uptobiane - that's Martian for World Destroyer's Union) and push the button to destroy the world. I tried to tell them I was a Martian but they wouldn't believe me. Ha! Ha! Written by Ann Armour COMPLIMENTS OF PALMER ELECTRIC DONALDSON TOGGERY WASHINGTON, INDIANA

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Senior Class Prophecy It was during the spring recess at W. V. U. that I decided to start my vacation off by going to a carnival. Passing by the side shows, I saw a large crowd gathered at the Harem Dancers. I heard a familiar voice yell out .. .featuring the 'Blossum of the Harem'... Karlene Strawn. I thought — how familiar that barker looks, if he didn't have that long, red beard, I'd swear it was Jerry Kidwell up to his old tricks. I walked on down the tine until I saw a big sign which said Gloria Bloom, the Snake Charmer. Jim Smith sold me my ticket and I went in. At first glance, I didn't recog- nize her, with all those snakes wrapped around her body, but sure enough, it was she. The next day I started my trip around the world, to look up all my old classmates. My first stop was in Texas at Red's Dude Ranch. I was very surprised to find Kenny Pannell giving Shirley Enlow horseback riding lessons. From Texas I went on to San Francisco. While awaiting the sailing of my ship I went to a motion picture theatre. The newsreel was just beginning. It was about a lady wrestler called the Blond Her- cules. She was masked and much to my surprise during the struggle her opponent pulled her mask off. Good Heavens!! It was Margie Street. The next day I set sail on the Cool Cookie. I mistakingly wandered into the cap- tain's quarters. There sat Richard Taylor, in deep concentration, still trying to com- pose the class song. Poor thing, it had gone to his head. Meanwhile, up on deck the girls were flocked around the famous playboy, Jim Wright. That night the ship's orchestra supplied entertainment. Janice Hall really beat a mean tempo on her bongo drums. Passing the equator I was standing on deck with my spyglasses. On the horizon was a small dot. As we grew closer, I could make out a small island. It was deserted, or so I thought, until I saw a long figure sitting there cracking coconuts—Good Heavens! It was Eddie Wildman. There was a short stop in South America. It was a fine opportunity for me to visit Plyllis Ledgerwood, who was running a sugar plantation. On the way to Africa we went by Borneo, but we were afraid to stop. The captain was nice enough to go as close to Sue Bledsoe's chicken farm as he could. I'll always re- member her standing there surrounded by chickens, waving. Later, in Africa, we took time out for a safari into the jungle. Everywhere we went, the natives were talking a- bout their White God. We met him while on an elephant hunt. Yes, it was the same old Pat Montgomery. Venturing further into the jungle we ran into another safari. It was Phyllis Anderson pushing her way into Deepest, Darkest Africa, to sell Silky Straight to the pigmies. We left her there and went on to Egypt. There we saw Viv- ian Collins, who has a whole herd of camels and rents them to tourists. She directed us to King Tuts tomb where we met Bonnie Sheetz. She is an archaeologist now and has a gay time digging up old tombs. From Egypt I traveled on to Turkey to meet our suave, sophisticated, peacemaking ambassador, Carolyn Harris. Next stop—China. Everyone kept telling me about Lee's exotic tea house, so I made it my next stop. Lee Beeman was certainly the last person I ever expected to see in a kimono. From the dark Orient, I went into bright, sunny Italy. I didn't expect to see anyone there, but I just stopped off for a rest. So I was surprised to run into Sharon Hite. She was gathering information for a book she was writing, How to dig up a City.

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Senior Class Wil I, Phyllis Anderson, will my age to Mary Lou Cox. I, Ann Armour, will my being the only girl in math class to Connie Arvin. I, Gordon Beeman, will my car to Richard Davis. I, Carolyn Bledsoe, will my stubborness to not go steady to some lucky girl in the junior class. I, Gloria Bloom, will my driving ability to Carolyn Day (be careful). I, Vivian Collins, will my seat in English to Mary Brothers. I, Shirley Enlow Hall, will my diamonds to Mary Rose Farley. I, Marlin Lee Frye, will my Architecture Drawing ability to Wilmer Wittmer. I, Gerald Frye, will my position as vice-president to Larry Sargent. I, Jim Gentry, will my ability to get out of bed to John Medina. I, Sharon Gibson, will my position as drum major to Jo Ann Harris. I, Janice Hall, will my diamond to Kay Mattingly. I, James Harkness, will my ability to get along with the opposite sex to Jim Frye. I, Carolyn Harris, will the honor of writing From the Lion's Den to Frankie Trester. I, Sharon Hite, will my place in the cafeteria to anyone who wants it. I, William Kidwell, will my St. John's education to Bob Chandler. I, Phyllis Ledgerwood, will my working in the cafeteria to anybody stupid enough to take it. I. Joe Leonard, will my driving ability to Bobby Chandler. I, Joe McKinley, will the pop corn machine to Kenny Baker. I, Donald P. Montgomery, will my dice to Mr. Williams. I, Barbara Neukam, will my long hair to Bernetta Davis. I, Kenneth Pannell, will my height to Dave Harris. I, Catherine Yvonne Sheetz will my natural curly hair to Mrs. K. Williams. I, James Smith, will my position as captain to Wilmer Wittmer. I, Sue Strawn, will my position on the yearbook staff to Ruby Stoll. I, Marjorie Street, will my good-naturedness to Mr. Williams. I, Richard Taylor, will my bucket of bolts to drivers' training class. I, Ed Wildman, will my good looks to Frankie Trester. I, James Wright, will my basketball ability to Billy Wright. I, Mr. Henry Jones, will my 1958 senior class the success of the world. We, the seniors, will our sponsor, Mr. Henry Jones, to the oncoming seniors. 20 Sponsored by BROTHERS CAFE, Loogootee, Indiana