Manheim Township High School - Neff Vue Yearbook (Lancaster, PA)

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nop ec? DearClaas, I thought you might be interested in a strange experience which I had the other day. I backed my helicopter out of the garage and took off to go to the store. Something went wrong-I guess I pulled the wrong gadget again-and instead of clearing the trees, I landed square among them. Fortunately, Helen Kirchoff and Miriam Shof were chattering over the backyard fence at the time. They looked up and saw my plight. Helen got her husband to call an ambulance, while Miriam tried to awaken her spouse from a deep snooze. In the meantime, Peggy Keefe flew by on her way to work as a dietician in the Public Health Laboratory. In her amazement, she nearly collided with Mark Twain Miller who was out snooping for unusual camera shots again. I made an ugly face for him so that he could not possibly include my picture with glamor snaps of the newest Powers' models, jane Snavely and Helen Frain. Imagine my surprise when an ambulance landed in a clearing and out hopped Bud Killian. When he saw who was involved in the accident, he proceeded with the utmost carelessness to haul me down out of the tree into the waiting ambulance. Half of the neighborhood watched us leave, even Mr. Shelf , whose eyes were shut. On the way to the hospital, Dr. Killian was busy trying to drive and keep me flat on my back. I kept peering out the window and was rewarded with glimpses of Glenn Herr't chicken farm, which by this time has reached tremendous proportions. They say that Glenn is thinking of retiring and running for Congress where he ought to be able to put up a few good argu- ments. I noticed that his neighbor, john Walter, is raising a new variety of beans with zippers on the pods. That will certainly be a saving for the housewife, as Rhoda Myer: can testify. By this time we were within the city limits and 1 realized that school had just been dismissed, for all the children were pouring into the parking lot for their jeep-lopies. It made me think back to my school days when the younger crowd was criticized for running around in the jalopies we loved so dearly. Seeing the school reminded me of something Junior said the other day. It seems that his French teacher, Marie Beazley, scolded him for having a severe case of roving eyitis. He said, But look at Mr. Garrrnan, and Mother says he never paid attention in class. I guess we all knew that Bill would turn out to be the chemist who discovered the concentrated lunch pill that tastes as good as the whole meal in the raw. As we passed a cloud labeled 19th Hole, I noticed Benny Good holding up the pole. Incident- ally, that is a fine golf course Dewey MeConaghay is operating there. Under his system, every potential member is oEered a free trial of all the forms of amusement at the club. Dewey puts them through a workout in the gym, and hands them over to Riu: Young, the one-man baseball team, who pitches balls at them until they nearly collapse. From Russ they arehelped to the tennis courts where Dick Miller gives them a thorough cleaning. After several gmelling sets, the bewildered and exhaustedpatrons are given cool and refreshing sodas from Norman Re.rch'.r fountain, and at the strategic moment, Bill Winger rushes up, gets their signatures on the dotted line, and collects the first year's dues on the spot. Quite a business! Also along the athletic line, Lila lane Stattfer has opened a gymnasium for fat ladies. With an advertisement like Lila, it is no wonder that she has been doing a rushing business. By this time we were nearing Penn Square, and I observed the Farmers' Convention adjourning. There stood Howard Wagarnan, Marlyn Good, Loretta Lehman, and Margie Landis singing The Ballad of the White Cow to some shuddering colleagues. This roved to be a demonstration of .the theory that music produces a better output in the hen house. Judging from their facial expressions, lean Er- hnthade, Mervin Landis, Marvin Shearer, jean Bowman, Mary Shreiner, Harold White, and Harry Lutz failed to appreciate these efforts, but that is undoubtedly because they never sang the song in choir back in high school. Anyway, Harry probably just hangs up his 3100 war bond, and his patriotic ani- mals don't need music. I enjoyed waving at people who registered surprise at seeing me in an ambulance. Charlotte Kessler was hurrying in from her model fann to keep a luncheon engagement with banker Charlie Briggs. Also dashing down the street were lean Kaufman, Dot Weigle, and Verna Mae Kellenherger, all re rt- ing for work at Moosie's Candy Store. Dr. Killian drew my attention to Gene Martin truckin' dimown Queen Street with a load of fnxit for Carolyn Lohr'r stand. On our right, as we whizzed by, stood the newest business firm in town, known sim ly as GUS, for it was composed of partners Gronglarr, the electrician, Ulmer, the plasterer, and Staatier QClydej, the insulator. The rumor is that the boys had to employ a comptometrist, Nancy Heller, to keep their affairs, or rather their accounts straight. Their able stenographers are Betty Irene Clark, Madolyn Iazmphere, and Betty Dupler. QI.ooks more like a beauty contest.j Farther down the street I perceived through a show window an odd sight. Two pairs of very large feet were propped up on two very much littered desks, and by following a long and twisted course one finally arrive at the heads of Walter Benney and Richard Beittel. Bookkeeper Sam Gait was slaving over his ledger, while Evelyn Shotxherger was filing confidential reports. Suddenly, Dr. Killian and I 30

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heard a loud fanfare and looked about for the source. Coming up the street was an all-girl band led by Alverta Root, a high-stepping drum majorette. At the end came the latest thing in advertising, a sign whidi read Try Taylor's Terrific Torrid to Tepid Townclothes. just then we saw Hobart Taylor run into Groff and Fox's, no doubt to tempt LeMar Wolf with his high-pressure salesmanship. A peculiar odor had begun to permeate our surroundings. I looked to my driver for explanation. It's just Ken Kauffman, he said. At first this seemed controversial. Then came the dawn. Ken was managing Meatfeet's Market, and since we were flying at a very low altitude, in passing the establish- ment the smell of fresh ish was evident. Our course now took us in the direction of the railroad station where we saw Ted Dreirbarh, Ed. Stadel, jack Neal, and Tommy Dani: waiting with their manager, Chet Douple, to embark for training quarters in Florida and a subsequent fling at professional basketball. The last lap of our trip completed, Dr. Killian executed a neat landing on the hospital roof and placed me in the receiving ward. Dr. Christine Blumemtocb, who was in charge, immediately put me in the hands of Supervisor Geraldine Hart. In turn, Nurses Cox and Bunting took charge of me, and by now I was thoroughly convinced that either I was crazy or it was old home week. Left to rest, I turned on the radio only to hear a familiar voice, that of joan Sabo, leading lady of the ether waves. She gave a thrilling performance of The Right to Sapcpinessf' Later on I discovered that Levern Rote is actually the source of the baby cries we hear so well one on the air! That fact came to my attention as I listened to I, a Person, the program which also interviewed Robert Kendig, the very interesting understudy to Eugene Pallette of the movies. Mary Hamish supplied the incidental organ music, a new job since she no longer teaches. After a while, Nurse Cox brought me the evening paper, the New Century, which is owned and operated by Howard Herr and Bill Pfautz. I remember when they were just paper boys with a route and a bicycle. The main story in the paper was by Miss jurtienne Rurrell, an up and coming young jour- nalist, who had interviewed Third Oflicer Shirley Demmy of the WAAC, just returned from a trip around the world. It told of Third Oliicer Demmy's meeting with two boys who chose to remain in the service long after the war had ended. The first is Chief Petty Officer Kennard who is patroling the Pacific, and the second, Sergeant George Engroj' who stayed with the Army in Germany. Big news, too, that night was Betty Erb'.r piano recital in Carnegie Hall. At dinner time I pondered over the jobs many of our people had secured. There was the partner- ship of Dottie Sheager, dress designer, jerry Glick, seamstress, and Nanry Herr, sho keeper, which ca- tered to the best in town. Allen Hamilton had returned from the Navy to his old, job and was now managing I.oan's Department Store. Reno Harnirh had done the sameg after seeing action with the Navy, he had had enough excitement and was glad to resume work at the bowling alleys. Now he was the owner and maintained a small farm on the side. Then, too, Dottie Manby has gone far at Hamil- pound Watch. jerre Miller has followed his family into Armweak's. Anna Mae Kegel has a line stable of beautiful horses which never cease to delight our blue ribbon rider, Martie'Benton. Rineer and Rineer are silent partners in a law firm which ipecializes in hockey cases. Fred Lowery, the singing preach- er, travels the country to meet his huge ollowing. Phyllis Reigle has a private school for girls where she personally teaches dramatics, art, and coaches athletics. Carolyn Mori .is starting our children off as their first grade teacher, and jean Ford is waiting at the other end to turn out the finished products. Mary lane Papadell, Audrey Myers, Bette Souderr, and Rore Zangari are working with the Red Cross. jean Ale is concentrating on photography until her Army captain returns. Leonard Herrher is well on the way to attaining his unidentified goal, now holding the position of chief government meteorologist in the Bureau of Research. Bill Sawyer is employed at Lockheed in the engineering department. They tell me that jane Schultz no longer works in the diner, but is secretary to a diner tycoon. The names kept coming before me in never-ending stream. I thought surely I was becoming delir- ious when I saw a glorious rainbow in the sky, and amidst the beautiful colors of the spectrum, a t of gold from which flowed success. It was all ours for the taking. And then I awoke from a wonderi- ful dream. 31