Marathon High School - Shoreline Yearbook (Marathon, FL)

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SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS LEFT TO RIGHT: Pete Willcox--- Virginia Tabor - Charles Tittle - Betty Greenman Charles Moore - Sergeant at Arms ------- Secretary -------President -------Treasurer ---Vice-President

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quickly glanced back at the sign which read, Jet Germain , A little further down a ladder, I saw a fellow putting small eye droppers of liquid into plants situated in capsules. I believe the name given was Otto Collins Greenthumb Parisho. Soon I found myself in a living room type place with easy chairs all around. As I watched, I saw a man come in - stand beside a chair, and as he stood, a machine slid him delicately into a chair, lit a cigarette for him, stuffed sever- al pillows behind him, handed him a magazine, slid slippers on his feet, and scratched his back - all at the same time. After I picked my false teeth off the floor and gathered myself, I left the room. On the way out I asked the Cap tain who that man was and he replied, Mr. Peter Willcox. He has come as a spectator for the entire mission, a sort of tester for the planet. In the next compartment were two men busily working over a few floor plans They were two business men who would start business on Mars. They were Mr. Jim Hart who would start the Jet Age Gazette and Mr. Dick Smith who would start the Super Soda Dynamic Drug Store. On the other side of this room sat Mr. Doug Winner working with pieces of fine machinery and lines. I inquired as to what he was doing and he explained that there jus wouldn1 be anie Mars without fishin1, even if 1 tis jet propelled workings . Further down the hall a red sign blinked, reading Quiet . After a dumb look at the captain, I followed him into a small room that smelled strongly of alcohol, ether, and medicine. As I adjusted my eyes to the light I saw a man leaning over a body stretched out on a table. The Doctor was pressing buttons on a dial and as he did so, metal hands came up and worked with speed on the body. In a few moments the doctor came over and introduced himself as Doc- tor Winsor Graves. He explained that the man on the table was perfectly all right. He was just giving him a heart operation and that he and the man would be out for a cup of expresso coffee in a minute. Out in the hall again I met two secretaries on their way to a typing class on the base. Miss Linda Shepard and Miss Eleanor Williams could type on their new machines over 500 words per second. The instructor was a robot and the girls couldn't wait to get to the class because of his interesting conversations. The Captain now invited me to the engine and flight rooms. There I met Mr. Brent Freeman, the navigator, who in his youth had sailed around the world in his pram sail boat. Engineer of the ship was Charles Moore who worked in an easy chair because it seems in his early days, he worked at Food Fair and worked so hard he just must sit now. The mechanic, Charles Russell, insis- ted on Gulfojet fuel for the flight, so everyone was sure of a safer flight. Weatherman, Art Stir rat, had informed me and the captain that the ship would pass through 10 tornadoes, 8 hurricanes, 6 snow storms, and a slight drizzle. (By the way, since everything on the earth was speeded up, Mr. Stir- rat was glad to go back to a place where there was just two kinds of weather in one day). Silently sitting at the wheel was flight control pilot, Bucker Moore, of the speed school also. Mr. Moore was preparing for the flight as he checked all of the equipment for accuracy. His secretary, Miss Charlotte Weese, helped as she efficiently took down all the information and recorded it in her conden- sed filing system held in a match type holder. Miss Virginia Tabor, also of the few women in the flight room, held the job of assistant to the pilot. Many times in space travel I found, women are used because they are more easily trained for the job. I talked with the pilot a while longer and then dropped myself slowly to the ground. As I reached my convertible, I noticed a small slip of paper tucked into the windshield flap. I opened it and it was a ticket for parking on a private lot that was reserved for visiting Marsmen. The ticket read, Reporter Green- man, report to police headquarters in 1989 or pay fine. Quite disgusted, I jumped in and floated away on air wings, just for spite!

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The Class of '61 has traveled the road of all seniors and is the first gradua- ting class to have completed its four years in the new school. The Junior year entailed a great deal of work. The little treasury mounted up mostly from record magazine sales. Wearily the students trudged from door to door selling Life, Good Housekeeping, and Charm. Many of our salesmen of tomorrow may attribute their skill to this endeavor. All the annual events such as the Sadie Hawkins Day fell to the Juniors. The advertising went out to set the scene for the good 'ole male hunt. That Novem- ber, the Daisy Mae's and Li'l Abner's were off and running. In desperation, many fell on the field of battle and were easy prey for the Daisy Mae's. The big undertaking of the year 1959-1960 was the Junior-Senior Prom. The theme was set for Sayonora , a sad farewell to the Seniors of '60. A luscious banquet of fried chicken and fish preceeded the nights entertainment at the Som- brero Beach Country Club. Under the red and yellow Japanese lanterns, the dancers whirled in their fine suits and billowing gowns till the wee small hours. Following the special movie shown for the Juniors and Seniors, some greeted the morning with a small breakfast at the Burtons. They then went home with the thoughts of a memorable night. Unity, ambition, enthusiasm, and a willingness to attain a goal are the char- acteristics of the class of '61. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, every member of the class was solidly behind; giving every concentrated effort to achieve the fi- nal goal of their four years at Marathon High School. So with the thought on this subject, the class came up with the single thought of going to Nassau. In the spirit of the times, a Shipwreck dance was held to comfort and enter- tain the outcasts of Marathon flats. The doors were opened to everybody, and even though the times were somewhat depressed, the dance was a high success. When Christmas time rolled around, the Seniors had a batch of Christmas cheer to distribute. Our gleaming faces could be seen everywhere and our words of cheer - Wouldn't you like a beautiful box of cards to send to your friends? The extensive coverage of our salesmen did bring good results, and even though everyone may still, to this day, run and hide when he sees an ap- proaching senior. Arbor Day was the scene of true patriotism. Seniors scurried up and down the roads of Key Colony Beach planting coconut palms and fertilizing them with seaweed. The seaweed rides across the highway are even comparable with the hayride with a little imagination. The final project which was either to make us or break us, was the Senior Play, Lute Song , with such honorable characters portrayed by Stirrat, Green- man, Germain, Winner, Parisho and others composing a cast of literally thou- sands. Costumes were from New York and the directing and sets were compli- ments of Lowe, Inc. Now approaching a final culmination, the class directs its thoughts toward the future; not just Nassau, but towards a tomorrow where the fruits of a har- vest worthy of the toil which engineered it. The working together of classmates and the attainments of the goals are both priceless experiences which add to the maturity of the individual and in some way prepare him for a larger scale to work in a community and obtain the goals in life. The Senior Class of 1961 wish to thank all who have patiently helped it and allowed it to grow to a further understanding of the world around it and enabled its individuals to get a start on the new course of a future life in a community. 22