Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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SENIOR PROPHECY My Day—June 32, 1968 What a hectic day! I ' ve run into so many people I can ' t see straight. I was awakened by the phone at 6 a.m. and was surprised to hear the voice of a very good friend and schoolmate, Sally Gullstrom, the noted dietician. Sally wanted to spend her day off with me ana naturally I was delighted to have her. I jumped out of my plastic bed and started to dress. I was very surprised to notice that on the label in my spun steel dress was De¬ signed by Helen Runyon, Exclusive. I never dreamed Helen could settle down enough to design a dress. No sooner had I gotten dressed than Sally arrived. We ate breakfast on my penthouse terrace and she told me of the classmates she had met on a rocket ship tour around the world. In Russia, she looked up Arman Kasparian, the Tsar. He married Imelda Scheidt and they are living happily in Kaspergrad, thenew capi tol of Russia. She said that Charles Hatch, the new Fred Astaire has a new dancing partner, who is also his wife—Reba Creekmur. It was by a supr diet that he lost enough weight to dance. By the time my maid, Mary Taylor, had cleared away the dishes, I had told her about the wedding of Jack Lacy and Joanne Albertson. Jack is a famous brain surgeon and Joanne is his secretary. They had a beau¬ tiful wedding in the little Church Around the Corner. I also told her about meeting Jane Kimmet modeling children ' s clothes at the Macy Depart¬ ment Store. Ruth Souder, who started her journalism career in high school, is now editor of the New York Times and Earl Grelck i 3 a copy boy for the same paper. Sally is now a red T head and I inquired, to find that she had met Phyllis Viers, a beautician, in Paris and she did it. Phyllis is also a red-head and Joan King, her partner in the beauty salon, grew to be S ' 9 . Their salon is located on the beautiful Rue de la Paix where they specialize in bringing out the natural redness in their customers ' hair. After talking for hours, we decided to go shoppingi On the way down, we discovered that the new elevator boy was none other than Dick Meyer. The last I heard of him he was a millionaire, but it seems his financial worries were many and he gave his money away and took this job. He informed us he was going to marry Darlene Cox, the telephone girl in the building, and they were going to the roof for their honey¬ moon in the near future. When we reached the corner newsstand, the newsboy. Bill Zehme, was shouting, Extryi Extryi presiderit McGraw impeached] Read all about it! McGraw impeached]! He was talking about Mildred McGraw whb was elected President in 1964. Quickly purchasing a paper we discovered that Bar¬ bara Schneider, speaker of the House, had Drought up the impeachment proceedings because Millie had refused to sign a bill making Hawaii a state. Th paper said the reason was that Millie ' s ex-husband. Bill Rust, lived tnere. She has been married five times. Her second husband Jack Vanco, died of poisoning. It is believed that Mildred caused this, but no one has been able to prove it because she was a chemist before her election and it is thought that she discovered a new poison. Her third husband, Paul Norris, sued her for divorce because she wouldn ' t put him in her Cabinet. Eugene Phillips, her fourth husband, committed nari-kari. Her fifth husband is still living—a brave man that Virgil Steuer. Overwhelmed by this news, we stopped in the nearest drugstore for a coke and noticed a sign which read Amtsbuechler ' s Pharmacy. The wait¬ ress said that Miss Amtsbuechler owned a chain of drugstores since she had made her millions. Flossie married Roger Childress and he goes by the name of Mr. Florence Amtsbuechler. While drinking our cokes we noticed an advertisement in a newspaper read, Tyler ' s Follies -The Eight Most Beautiful Girls in the • T }£-- Now Appearing at the Stork Club. Reading on we found that the eight beauties were; Gladys Anderson, Mary Conner, Betty Huebsch, Jackie foross, Cornne Hufnagel, Joan and Sally Little, and Marge Miller. As an added attraction—the Callahan sisters would De doing a song and dance routine. The Tyler who is manager of these Follies is the one and only Lrnest. Sally reminded me that Ernest and Jean Roseberry eloped in 1949. Since Sally wanted to visit the zoo, we hurried to catch a rocket

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(t) to Gladys Stasaitis. I, Betty Nomanson, will my red and black cords to Terry Miller so that he can tease someone else. We, Bill Peterson and Ray Osburn, will our front seats in government class to S. Miller and D. Clinton. I. Bill Peterson, will to Bob Coloney my Packard so that next year he won ' t have to walk home from football practice. I. Eugene Phillips,, will to Jay Doolittle my physics book., along with the hope that he receives better grades than I aid. Maybe while studying this,, he ' ll spend less time in the office. I, Alice Poppe, will to Stanley Miller the ability to get along with his brother as well as I do. Ij Jean Roseberry, will my ability to get my own way with men to JoAnne and Nada Taylor. I, Helen Runyon, will to Gladys Stasaitis and Phyllis Ready the ability to go with their Jim ' s as long as I have mine. I, Bill Rust, will my size 14 football shoes to Willard Bessette because he ' s the only one they fit. I, Imelda Scheidt, will to Sonny Purcell my blonde hair and worn out combs, and to Nancy Miller my ability to study. We, Phyllis Viers and Barbara Schneider, will our ability to look like twins to Jim Weaver and Goon Tunnell. I, Barbara Schneider, will my place as twirler in the band .to Don Love. I, Jack Schutz, will my football helmet to anyone who uses it. I, Mary Alice Schutz, will the banjo which I inherited last year from Joyce Hayden to her sister, Marilyn. I also leave my ability to love my teachers to Squeak Hegnauer. I, Laura Anne Smith, do hereby will and bequeath to Jeannette Tun¬ nell my voice which she loves. May she have as much fun using it as I have. I, Ruth Souder, will to Mary Bryant, my ability to get along with one fellow. May she have as much fun as I did. I, Doris Studer, will to Marjorie Potter my government book. She will appreciate it, I ' m sure. I, Mary Taylor, will my ability to get in trouble with the junior boys to any member of the junior class—Be careful of it—it ' s valuable. I, Dale Turner, will my ability to sleep in government to Pat Swett, especially if she gets a front seat as I aid. I, Ernest Tyler, will my ability to dive into the water to Sheldon Miller, because he ' s the only one who can splash. I, Jack Vanco, will my 1928 international to Dick Whiting. He can put more kids in it than in his. I, Phyllis Viers, leave to Willard Bessette my height and small feet. May they be a help to him. I, Jeannie Vinnedge, do hereby will to my locker-mate the other half o f my locker—she always used it anyhow. And to Marcella Futhey my ear-rings so they may be seen easier. I, Thelma Warren, will to anyone in the junior class my interest in government, and here ' s hoping they like it better than I do. I, Estoline Whitehcuse, do hereby will to Jannie Randolph, mv little sister, my seat by the windows in government. May she gaze out as I did. (Remember, no sleeping). I, Norma Worley, will to Maude Dierks my many freckles, to Dee Hooley my position on Lowellian staff, and to Dean Henry my government book. I, Bill Zehme, will my name Zeke to anyone who will take it.

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Taxi that would get us to the Bronx Zoo in two seconds. After landing in the parking lot we walked to the main building which had a sign read¬ ing., Bronx Zoo—Virgil Ewer., Director. Ambling on we came to an empty cage and above the door was a sign reading., This cage will be used for a handa. Being puzzled we asked a guard what a handa was. He then told us the whole story. Mr. Ewer, well-known hunter, had gone to China in search of the hanaa, cross be¬ tween a horse and a panda. While in Hwanz, Virgil met an old friend. Joyce Doolittle, who was working as a missionary there. They were so happy to see each other that it was love at second sight and they were married. Joyce is now helping Virgil in his search. We journeyed to Rockefeller Center and as it was early, the scrub lady v as still working. W’alking toward the elevator, we tripped over a mop and discovered the worker to be none other than Geraldine Childress. She tola us that Gerhardt Hahn was the head janitor and they were married in the furnace room soon after she started working there. A ft® r l eav ir.g the Center we passed a huge undertaking establish¬ ment. there was an enormous fyon (new type of neon) billboard which read, Jack Schutz, The Cheerful Undertaker. Walking from the estab¬ lishment was Jack himself and with him was a tall, dark, slender woman. She looked vaguely familiar but I couldn ' t place her. Jack, noticing our bewilderment; told us she was his wife, the former Estolme White- house. People do changel! Going on down the street we saw a curio shop. We decided to stop and see if the shop contained real curios or whether it was just junk. There reaily were some curios- things I hadn ' t seen for years—a model ot a B 29, canned foods, an electric stove—just imagine, an old-fash- i on ed electric stove. Some of those first plastics. This stuff was really old. As we were reminiscing, a clerk came to wait on us. You ' ve guessed it. It was another class-mate, Laura Ann Smith. She told us that she married Gene Hayden in ' 48. At that time, he managed a hard- ware store in their city. Business was poor and eventually all the stock became curios so they changed the name and now business is boom¬ ing. We inquired about other classmates and whe told us that Joe Abra¬ ham, the famous construction engineer, hadmarried Jean Vinnedge and they have eight children. She is still as beautiful as ever and now tours the world as the most beautiful mother in the country. We stopped at a bookstore for Sally wanted to get a copy of Marri¬ age is No Picnic an anti-marriage book by Dorothy Hayden. Dorothy had been married to Bill Peterson but now they are divorced. The owners of the shop proved to be Dale Turner and his wife, the former Bonnie Ken — ney. They,have seventeen children; sextuplets, quadruplets, triplets, and two pairs of twins—quite a family. As we were leaving the book store, Sally was knocked down by a man ceasing a little boy. The man was Donald Barr, who had become a truant otticer and at the time he was chasing a truant. He informed us that Harriet Hilzley became his wife in 1950 and that she spent her spare time weaving steel rugs. Hopping into a heliomobile we headed for the East side. Here there were fish markets, fruit and vegetable venders and everything was in a state of confusion. Hearing a familiar voice, Sally and I walked to one ot the fish markets. Here, the proprietor, Ed McCarthy was shouting. Buy vour pickled herring here) Ed ' s wife, the former Dean Dixon, was was also glad to see us. It was hard to believe this person was Dean for she now weighs 385 pounds. Being quite thirsty, 3ally and I returned to town for a cocktail, we stopped in a small cocktail lounge where Betty Nomanson was tending the bar. Alice Poppe was the owner of the lounge and her husband is Ray Osburn, who had a terrible time keeping his money. Alice manages the business while Ray keeps house. Sally and I were practical so we boarded a heliomobile and were Bob Berg and his wife, th football coach at Notre Dame South Bend for spring training. As the great day came to a close we were very tired but happy that we had seen so many friends, and fell into a deep peaceful slumber on our spun glass pillows. ly exhausted now from so much gadding , headed back to mv apartment. On the bus e former Thelma warren. Bob is now the and he and Thelma were on their way to