Marathon High School - Shoreline Yearbook (Marathon, FL)

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ELEANOR WILUAMS Willie FHA 4; Chorus 4; Dramatics 4; Plays: Trail of the Lonesome Pine . Way to go Daddy-O. SENIORS PETER MICHAEL PHIUP WILLCOX Pete Senior Class Sergeant at Arms 4; Varsity Club 4; Football 4; Baseball 4; Basketball 4; Chorus 4; Theatre Craft 4; National Thespians, Secretary 4. I must live with myself, so I want to be fit for myself to know. DOUGLAS GRANT WINNER Playboy National Thespians 4; Plays: Lute Song 4. The world is a stage, I am a player. May God grant me the courage to play my part. 7 i 18

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CHARLES PORTER TITTLE ’•Tittle Key Club 3, Treasurer 4; Varsity 1, 2, 3, 4; Band 2, 3, 4; Chorus 1, 2, 3, 4; Dance Band 2,3; Intramurals 1,2; Baseball 2,4; Football 1, 2, 3, 4; Basketball 3, 4, Co-Captain, Cap- tain; Annual Staff 4; Newspaper 4; Senior Class President 4; Student Council Repre- sentative 4; Senior Play 4. Eat, drink, and be merry for life is but a bowl full of Cherries. SENIORS VIRGINIA RAE TABOR Ginny Girls Varsity 3, 4; National Honor Society 3; Senior Class Secretary 4; Student Council Representative 4; Girls' State 3. Resolved, to take Fate by the throat and 17

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was July 1989. I had just finished covering a murder over on the east side as I returned to my office at the Daily Super Sonic Sun. Ever since I had start- ed working at the Sun , the boss had me working overtime on murders, rob- beries, and other such thriving subjects. Today's murder was complete with one of those new radiation guns that kills its receiver instantly. After the au- topsy, I returned to the office. While I was out, the boss had left me a note telling me to go over and cover the space ship story at the base. It seems that today an entire population of a city would be moved from Earth to the planet Mars to start life in another com- munity. Of course, this is not unusual, for everyday, entire populations are moved en masse to different planets to start communities and human life there. It's all a part of a program to widen the universe and a progressive idea of thining out the population to start others. I reached the base in about two minutes in my jet convertible. Traffic was heavy today and the usual seventy-five mile, one-minute drive was not possible, much to my disgust. At the base, after receiving information concerning my entrance, I made my way toward the space ship that was to leave for Mars that evening. I entered the ship and my first acquaintance was Charles Tittle, captain of the ship. I asked him several questions about the ship itself, then made several inquiries of the captain about his life. Captain Tittle explained that he had received his space training at the University of Florida, where in his Senior year they had advanced the entire school into a space minded progressive school, training minds in only the future. Captain Tittle confided that he had received his ad- ministrative powers while he attended Marathon High School and was Senior Class President. The captain then offered to lead me through the ship and introduce me to the different people going to Mars as future citizens. First, I met Miss Linda Bar- ley, who was stewardess of the flight. She also had studied at the Florida School of Space Travel. As I traveled through the hull of the ship we came up- on the galley, or kitchen to you atmospheric lovers. There I was introduced to Chef Shuey who was at the moment preparing a salad of such a proportion I could hardly imagine. The vegetables were of the new ocean type seaweed and urchin peppers. How delicious. Further on we met Martha Beck of the Atmospheric Condition Lab. Miss Beck intended to find the conditions satisfactory for a thriving community. Miss Ruth Belanger, RSSN, (Registered Super Sonic Nurse) had just completed her check-ups of the crew and was ready for blast off. Behind the transparent cur- tain was Miss Peggy Florimont who was just completing a new outfit in space suits. It seems that she was of Italian decent and wanted the old style of Gina Lollabridgida space suits - you know, low cut-high hem. Well, they were cute and everyone seemed pleased. Further on, Miss Ina Hanson was busily check- ing off the crew members and equipment. It seems that Miss Hanson received her training in the Marathon High School, D. S. T. (Directing Space Travel). Making small bundles of sewing equipment, soaps, sheets, dishes, brooms, etc., were Miss Betty Holley, and Miss Rosell Ruark, as they prepared for the making of space type homes. As I opened a door slightly, I saw and heard a strange thing. I heard, up 1, 2, 3; down 1, 2, 3; kick, sit up, push up, stop . I had opened the door of the physical education department. It was Miss Caro- lyn Rackley training herself for a class in outer space. I quickly shut the door and ventured to another; a sign on the door read Silver-Tongued Space Travel Politics . As I opened the door, I saw standing on a super-sonic box of soap, a short fellow with dumbo ears, preaching, and talking as hard as he could. I 19