Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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J •I{MM hMIN ••M.IHtHlHIHII I MU I MKd ' MH’t .1 MllirilllilMIIIWMMItllWUMlUIIHI ' jIdlMMIUlMHMIll.lllu iMIltHlItlllUHII: !! if if U j I |! U tu jf V t - I ’ 4 ? Vi i ■ i i II i 11 i il SENIOR PROPHESY t was my great pleasure to meet Or. Hnowlotz in his laboratory. It seems that he had been working on a new device called the futuroscope, and as he explained, the accent came on the second syllable. The apparatus had long been under study by many of the greatest scientists of the world, and by sheer accident, Dr. Knowlotz stumbled upon the missing link, and constructed a working model. was further invited to inspect the machine, and not knowing what might jump out at me, or what evil demon lay within, put my hands in my pockets and stepped backward a few paces. Stroking his long beard, which looked like a million strings of floss, he placed his hand on a large dial, turned the pointer to the number 1966, and pro¬ ceeded to gaze into a large eyepiece. After a short while, he motioned for me to look through the apparatus. was amazed to see before my eyes a large mound of earth, distinctly marked and obviously long forgotten. knew it was a grave and was afraid that it might be mine, for Scrooge dreamed of such a thing. looked at Or. Know otz, and knowing no other words at the moment, managed to squeeze between my many gasps, Mine? He only shook his head. Who ' s could it be then? If it is not mine, could it be any of my dear classmates? At this Dr. Knowlotz placed his slim fingers on another dial, gave it a slight turn, and the whole image became dearer, and much more in focus. How knew! There written on a stone was the verse, Here lies Der Fuehrer beneath the grass, he wrote Mein Hampf and died from gas. sighed with relief. don ' t know which knob he turned, or which dial he adjusted, but there was a big blur and then, everything became much clearer again. A huge building was under construction made of white marble, end it was distinctly square in struc¬ ture. The most remote portion of the bui ding was just being completed, while down the front steps, people were walking slowly carrying little leather cases. Then, as least expected, a very stoutly built gentleman with a white collar, and long black robe stepped out of a huge double door held open by two porters. Sure enough! It was Mr. Brenttinger. He had a book of American government under his arm which he obviously forgot to remove 22 years ago, and a leather case bulging with papers and documents of the American Council. He walked down the street a few blocks and entered another new building. A large speaker that hung above my head in the laboratory now came into play disclosing the jumble of a hundred people within. Then a shrill voice shouted across the hall, ' Horen Sie. ' Horen Sie! Oer Hog Jetzt Offnen 1st. » It was Ruth Poppe calling the court to order. The jury filed in and gabbed among themselves in German. The whole idea seemed strange to them and a whole lot of trouble. When Oer Feuhrer was there, they were brought before a court and asked to plead guilty or not guilty. When you replied, Hot guilty, the judge would shout, Then you shall be shot as soon as the Feuhrer gets enough bullets. » Barbara Homan son called the case. She had studied six years in the Univer¬ sity of Brunswick, and was now a great politician, and (ady of the law. As the case proceeded, the janitor came in sweeping around the feet of the on- lookers. He was Dick Hayden, and he smiled and pronounced a few words of German to the fair ladies. They giggled at the way he pronounced them incorrectly. Miss Poppe screamed at the interruption and catted for order. At a little desk in the corner, Esther Schreiber sat scribbling shorthand and taking in all the testimony. The German lawyer for the defense was a hand¬ some brute and she had a hard time keeping her mind on her work. Then a strange noise, like an overgrown whistle with a cold, kept coming nearer and nearer. It circled the court building for a while and darted off. It was Wayne Misner in a new jet-propelled plane. He had a job carrying mail over Germany. Ray Maga - lanes was the co-pilot, and since he had very little to do, he got to lick the postage stamps that had to be pasted on. There was a decided change in the scene, now. The futuroscope picked out a large broadcasting studio. Before the microphone was Edna Hi it persuading people to eat Little German Goodies for breakfast and between me als for an extra pound, less pep, and popularity. She spoke German exceptionally well and drew large applause which is unusual for a commercial. Cloyd Casey and his 65 Munich Men sang a series of vocal selections and arrangements. Bonnie Brownell played a jug in the background. Lorraine Ragon zoomed forth with a swingy ver- il !! l| if ii i | ; I ! f it If ■i | If i fi | I ’ i ! ?I if ii ?! i I t it 11 fi ii M ii ti

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A PRAYER It is my joy in life to find, At every turning of the road, The strong arm of a comrade kind To help me onward with ray load. And since I have no gold to give, And love alone must make amends, My only prayer is, while I live, God make me worthy of my friends.

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• £ - r n HalMUUHNilMIliM ' ) !! v l I i I si on of Way Down Upon the Rhiney River, • and his orchestra, composed of 15 German taxi drivers, Elaine Wells, Roy Dockweiter, and a vocalist recently re¬ leased from the torture chambers had the audience spellbound. Then, an oversize German lady stepped before the microphone and was about to render her 24 years of musical training in one gay selection when a voice exclaimed, This is an example of the prize American beef cattle. The engineer had crossed his wires and tuned in Junior K ukas and his new program to the German farmer. The singer was so shocked she refused to offer her selection, and Marie Govert, known as Madam Marieee, sang like a dove in a hailstorm to replace her. Look there! The Berlin Blabber was just going off the press. Bob Ewer, who has recently been released after twenty years of confinement in a dungeon, now edits this paper. This sentence was due, we heard, to a certain poem Bob sent to der Fuehrer. Ato one seems to remember all of it, but the first verse went, Roses are blue, violets are red, stovepipes are hollow, and so is your head. always told Bob that his unique writing ability would get him into trouble sooner or later. Betty Pavek, who had just completed her column, Advice to the Wife, « was signing it with a he-hee-heee-heeee. Hollis Meyer, the assistant editor, was out to lunch with the society editor, Ellen Miller. We observed Maxine (Xiple sitting in a far corner of the office, and were told that it was her duty to see that Mrs. Meyer was kept completely unaware of her hus¬ band ' s activities. Bill Jonetis took the papers out in the street to sell them. He made a two per cent profit on what he sold. What ' s this across the street, a barber shopl Hmmm. It seemed that Hap Haber in and Pete Weh e had formed a partnership. Hap held ' em down while Pete cut their hair. Could you guess who was in the chairl Horbert Blanchard. ' With the aid of Jean Skureth they devised a little box affair with all kinds of wires in it. You merely sat the box on your head, and it parted your hair, sprayed your throat, and trimmed your toe-nails all within a few seconds. Well, in that day and age, nothing will be impossible. - Bang!! Crash ' .! Zowie. ' ! Something came through all of it. It was one of those self-starting jeeps sold by Ruth VanOeursen and Louise Bailey next door. Used jeeps, Jap zeros, and motorcycles, at the very lowest prices. My. my! asked Doc to come back to the United States, and we ended up in Washing¬ ton O.C. There, in front of the White House was Marge Albertson campaigning for the First Lady of the Land. She thought she might obtain it in the election. saw Marjorie Turner, Kenny Jones, and Herb. yelled at them, too, but they wouldn ' t even look. knew it right there. Politicians ' .!! flashed to Chicago from there. Great Scott!! A new Broadway production of the J. C. Engle Corporation, Call Her Honey ' Cause Got Stung When Caught Her, starring Janet Singleton and Roy Kar son. It is the story of the struggles of a man and three women. Frances Thomas and Barbara Mann play leading parts. Gladys Woodke directed the play, we wish we could see all of it. saw who was billed at the Oriental, also. It was those famous dancing experts, Lolly Stowe I and Dan Maga lanes, whose advice to young men with flat- footed gal friends is You won ' t have to sit ' er if you ' ll teach ' er to jitter, featuring Bernetta Auterman ' s new composition, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Never. Charles McKinney seemed to be doing all right for himself. He had a nice home on Pike ' s Peak. He always was interested in the stars and stuff, now he has his own observatory, and is waiting for Mars to come dose enough to the earth to let him step into his new rocket ship and sail to the planet. The rocket ship was designed by Carol Ptoetz. It is made out of Bonnie Browne 11 ' s Model B Ford, and a bunch of fire crackers she saved from the Fourth of July. I saw a lot of big schools in the futuroscooe. Indiana University was fortunate in having Georgia Corten instructing their women in the field of com¬ merce. Purdue was fortunate in having Margy Sirois, the Univ ersity of Michigan was fortunate in having Dorothy Worley, Lowell High School has a new j an i tress, and seem to like my job. couldn ' t get some of the kids ined up. There were Iris Martin, Qracia- be le, Marjorie Childress, Lindy--I knew we ' d find them later. Hey, couldn ' t help but yell. The crazy machine shut off, and everything went black. asked Ooc to turn it on, but he only stroked his beard and said, I ' m sorry, but my machine must rest. Wait until 966- -you ' be more surprised than this! ...