Madison High School - Mahisco Yearbook (Madison, IN)

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Class Prophecy continued Before we knew it we landed at Mary Ellen Bailev's famous Chinese Restaurant in Hollywood. Right next door, stood California's leading Barber Shop. Now wasn't that strange?? Suddenly we noticed and recognized the famous hoofer of Screenland, Gvnsy Annabelle Lee, alias Manaugh. Miss Lee greeted us warmly, including our navigator, whose offer of a carrot she refused. Having obtained a pass, we proceeded to investi- gate the interior of a movie set. Mary Margaret Scott and Jessie Seigel were making their fourth movie for the National Barn Dance program. They were re- commended for the above mentioned program by that ace of radio, -lack Burkhardt. He knows all, sees all, and tells everything. By the way, to the radio aud- ience, he's known as Walter Windshield. We dined at the Mocambo with that super slueth. Janet Cofield. She executes her criminals first and then proves them guilty. Eleanor Evans, Jose lturbi's student, was the pianist with Loleta Mason's All Girl Orchestra. Loleta ad- mitted not being able to read a note of music, but she really did thingswith a baton. The chief cook at this famous restaurant, we dis- covered, was Merrill Stephanus. Norma Faught was being helped off of a float after being crowned the 1955 Orange Queen, by that great lover of the screen, Tommy Copoage. We got in- volved with a revolving door so we couldn't congrat- ulate her. Next stop. Hawaii! We were attracted to one small island village that looked more peaceful than the others. Under a cocoanut tree we found T. Harrell, sprawled out, sipping his favorite drink, Dr. Pepper. T. explained that he was a permanent guest of George Kalb, who owned the island. Before we could ques- tion him further, T. dropped into a peaceful snooze. Retiring on the beach was Mary Evelyn Waas. My goodness! Could it be? Yes, she had let her hair grow to the astounding length of six feet and had put Gravel Gerti-e out of business. Poor Gravel Gert! Hmmm. The next place looked familiar. Why it was home! and right below us was the little bunga- low of Mr. and Mrs. Gus Moorhead. Upon inquiry of Gus, who was minding the kids, we found that the Mrs. fMary M. Millsj had started a newspaper to rival the Courier. She always said she'd do it. Anne Eaglin and Winnie Robinson waved to us from Inglis' delivery car. Now co-owners of the drug store, they made their own deliveries to assure satisfaction. Headlines in the local paper stated that Teddy Wil- kins, that greatest of great scientists, had discovered the eighteenth vitamin . His discovery was bound to revolutionize the world of science. The Sports Page pictured Midge Lockridze as America's foremost professional basketball player. He is marveled at by all because of his stature and speed- iness. The navigator cranked the straws of our broom and we were off again. This time we landed in front cf a building only too full of memories for us. Good old Madison High School. Patricia Hill, who had taken Mrs. Reul's job when she quit to devote all her time to George Marvin, showed us to Mr. Salm's oflice. We were a bit surprised to find, instead of Mr. Salm, Clem Hoffman and Ronnie Potter in the office. They informed us that Mr. Salm had hired them as his assistants because of their broad outlook on every matter. They further informed us that Carl Schne- belt, now Superintendent of schools, couldn't make a move without consulting them. While at the Skating Rink, watching Vera Mae Jones, the champion roller skater of the world, we heard the roar of an airplane motor. This of course was Kingsley Greiner,-winner of the Transcontinental Air Race of 1955, in her plane. Her co-pilot was Glenford Horine, who had made history with his parachute maneuvers. At the local air field we bumped into Bob Smith who owned a chain of grocery stores, talking to Charles Bennett, a very good mechanic. We decided to take in a lecture at the court house, given by that famous woman doctor, Dorothy Born. On the way we noticed a large ad for Kreml Hair Tonic, which featured the likeness of Delbert Walters. The Ohio theatre advertised for one week only a news reel of that famous Secretary of State, Bill Butler. We tuned in station F. N. E. on our radio to the broadcast of Buster Powell's wrestling match. Buster. the defending champion, was favored to win. The voice of the radio announcer could be none other than that of Helen Frances Ricketts, broadcasting a blow by blow description of the match. The fans are cheering and above them all we hear the voice of Pansy McLaughlin. We'll bet his wife, Mvrtle 'Ship- leyl is with him. Our broom gets us to Madison Square Garden just in time to see Buster's petite trainer, Lucy Cain, climbing in the ring with a towel. There are only two more names on our list now. Zona Kleopfer and Norma Hassfurder. They reside permanently at a large private home about one half mile from North Madison. We believe the name is Cragmont. As our broom took us homeward we could not help but think how well our class had turned out. No matter what others may think, we'll always be proud of the Class of 1945 because we think we've got tht- stulf to carry on!

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Class Prophecy Crash! Bang! In the autumn of '55, determined to check up on all of our old classmates, we, two members of the Senior Class of '45, journeyed through thunder, wind and rain to the home of that great mystic, Martini IV, the only person who could help us. As we approached the door of a huge, vine covered, stone castle, a beam of pale silvery moonlight shown upon the great oak door. We stood before the door, but it was a few minutes before it began to open slowly on its rusty hinges. Lifting our faces we found ourselves eye to eye with that mighty man of muscles, Dale Murphy. He had taken the position as Martini's right hand man because he loved the peace and quiet of it all. Muscles led us to the study where Martini IV, sat shrouded in eerie, blue light. When we gave him our request for a quick means of transportation which would require no gas stamps, he rose and from the corner of the room brought us a magic broom. Said he, This broom will fly and land at your command. Martini told us that he would also give us a list of places where we could find our former classmates and a navigator to guide us. The navigator turned out to be Wabbit Bellamy, who took his place on the broom and motioned for us to seat ourselves on the handle. Then he fastened his knapsack of carrots securely on the tail light. We sped out through the darkness, heading for our first stop on the list, New York City. We dropped in at the Stork Club where we found Paul Peddie playing a magnificent solo on the triangle. Paul was a member of Harry James' Orchestra, but it was ru- mored that he was soon to be discharged as he stole the show from Harry. We noticed Catherine Hill, the gay divorcee, and her ninth husband, Toogie Klein, doing the Rhumba in the center of the dance floor. Toogie was basket- ball coach at Madison until his marriage to the wealthy Miss Hill. As we were preparing to leave, the hat check girl, Freda Parker, tipped us off that William fthe greatest since Sinatra, Pfister would make an appearance later in the evening. Now we knew why those stretchers were all lined up against the walls. Seeing the Great White Way for the first time was quite a thrill to us. Amid the flashing neon lights was the name of the great Shakespearean actress, Katherine Hughes, who was appearing in a play by the very famous play- wright, Norma Sieferman. The name of the nlav was Let Me Go dash In Trarx sob To Mv Grave bang! Following her fine performance, we went backstage to see Miss Hughes, but her press agent, Sondley Littrell told us that Miss Hughes would be unable to see us as she was so moved by her own per- formances that she broke down between acts. While our broom circled above the Empire State Building, we spotted Corinne Lyon broadcasting a heart-rending campaign speech from the roof. It seemed that Corney was running for president of the United States and was doing very good job of convincing the crowds that a female president was what they needed. Our broom gave a jerk and a turn of its motor and we knew that we were off again to some unknown destination. We zoomed through the city limits of Chicago and pulled to a stop in front of Chicago's largest and finest hospital. News boys were selling extras like hot cakes, on the corner. We threw a horrified glance across the headlines. The mayor of Chicago, it seemed, had had a sudden attack of ap- pendicitis and was to be operated on by Doctor David Joseph Irwin, M. D., M. D. S., and N. U. T. S. The mayor was none other than George Albert Jones. But poor George. Doctor Irwin had lost more cases than any other doctor in history. This was tragic! Tom Cain, the undertaker who shocked the world by sending his funeral rates to all of Doctor Irwin's patients, was attired in a hospital gown and mask, rubbing his hands and smacking his lips as he watched the operation. According to our navigator, we had quite a few stops to make in Hollywood so we soared westward. It was a long trip so Wabbit passed around carrots for us to munch and turned on our portable radio. At the time the Hit Parade was on the air and the first thing we heard was an extra by Helen Gans, the famous organist. As the program changed, there seemed to be quite a bit of static. However, the announcer explained it was only Ida Mae Niesse, Anna Mae Phagan, E'izabeth Potter, and Phyllis Harlow, contestants on Major Bowes Amateur Hour, typing in rhythm to a famous tune taught them in Miss Ernst's typing class. Because our little vehicle was in need of repairs we landed and strolled around a bit. There was a huge billboard directly in front of us which pictured Cu- pid, whom we recognized as Bill Sauley. He had be- come the model most in demand for cupid ads all over the country. On the other side of the billboard the lovely face of Faye Winn peared down upon us. In her hand she held a tube of Pepsodent Tooth Paste. As the last repairs were made, we hopped aboard and were on our way. Looking to the earth below us, we recognized the lone prairie. We noticed also a lone cowboy astride a horse-or was it a horse? Oh Yes! He was just riding it backwards. According to our list this cowboy was Charles Giltner. Passing over the next ranch, which we noticed was owned bv William Guthrie, we heard the melodious voice of Mabel fGoinsj Guthrie, singing the refrain of I'm an Old Cow Hand. Her best helper, Vir- ginia Helton, joined in on the second chorus.

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4, Class Will We, the Senior Class of 1945 being of sound minds and bodies, and of generous nature, tio hereby designate this as our last will and testa- ment: I, Kingsley Greiner, do will my ability as an artist to anyone who wants a lot of work next year! I, Dale Murphy, will my title as the Harry James of M. H. S. to Mary Louise Naill. Let's hear some jazz! I, Vera Mae Jones, will my good nature to the typing classes. Now, laugh when you hit the wrong key! I, Helen Frances Ricketts, will my know- ledge of the Insurance business fGautier's, of coursej to Chucky. Remember, Chuck, I didn't say my job! I, Faye Winn, leave my ability to keep 'em guessing to any gal whose life's an open book!! I, Katherine Hughes, do will my Vevay boy- friends to next year's junior girls-on one con- dition, that they leave a couple for me!! I, William Ralph Pfister, will my technique with the Freshman girls to Phil Cole. Why waste gas going to Hanover? ' I, Clem Hoffman, leave my prominent place in the Hi-Y Club to John. The name Hoff- man must be remembered in M. H. S.! I, Morris fMidgej Loekridge do herebv leave amy interest in the White Star Line to Norbert Maddox. That should solve the transportation problem to Shelbyville, Elwood, North Vernon, and other points, Norb. I, Ronald Potter, leave my position at Har- per's Drug Store to Emfett Kelley during my visit with Uncle Sam. After that, Emmett, you may be my assistant! I, Everitt T ' Harrell, do hereby will my way with the Hanover frown, not college! women to Robert Houze. With Hanover add- ed to your list, Bob, you'll have women all over the country!! I, Bill Sauley, will my ability as a baseball player to Harold Muncie. I'll keep mv exper- ience with the Louisville Colonels. A guv's got to have something to talk about! I, Cnr! Schnebelt, do hereby will my .ill- around popularity to those who find it difficult to make friends. You know, the best way to have a friend is to be one! I, Annabelle Manaugh, do hereby leave my faithfulness to one boy to Ruth Irwin. Now you'll have to decide between Buddy and Scag. Ruth! I, Tommy Coppage, do will all of my p-mer routes to Bob Cheatham and Bill Lohrig. Now you can really go into the business! I, Richard Alexander Klein, do will one of my many identification braclets to anyone who wants it. Now, Mary will have to purchase another! We, Norma Hassfurder, Norma Siefcrman, and Anna Mae Phagan leave our ability to get jobs in Washington to anyone who wishes to see the country! I, Patricia Hill, do hereby will my job as Morris' candy girl to Rita Stolte. The secret of that job is to be able to keep thin. Let's see you do it, Rita! I, Mary Margaret Scott, do leave my big brcwn eyes to Nancy McKay. Here's hoping they get you the results they've gotten me! l, Paul Peddie, will part of my clothes to my sister Suzanne. Now, Susie, will you stop bothering me??