Melcher Dallas High School - Quill Yearbook (Melcher, IA)

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Senior Class Prophecy May 10, 1971 Dear Friends: As you know, I have been traveling over the United States. Here is just a line or two to tell you some of the surprises that hit me along the way. I went by plane to the West Coast and on arriving, I stepped from my plane and ran straight into Merry Maitre, the former Merry Bote, and her French Poodle. To us, she is still Miss Proxie the all American basketball star. As I entered the station's outer lobby I spied a face of astonishmentg there be- fore my eyes was Gary Wallace. Mr. Wallace was scared from ear to ear--he is now the most punch drunken fighter in the racket. Our visit was cut when it was an- nounced my plane was ready to leave. Next I stopped at Salt Lake City and from here I was going on in a train. I went down to the railroad station to get my ticket and as I passed the tracks a train pulled in. Cn it was a very dirty old bum, none other than Mr. Haynes. He was scurring to get off before the RR Bull came along. Gig Vrban, the detective, was hot on his trail. As I rode along in the train I purchased a magazine. I was glancing through it and I saw Garland Burgett's picture. Underneath it read, Wanted: Horse Thief. I also saw a picture of Gerald Mathes and his wife Carol. It said they now have the largest family in New York's Shanty Town. After I read awhile I started a tour of the train. I learned that Vance Friday was the engineer. Most unfortunately the train I was on met up with an accident and I was taken to the city hospital in Ontario, Canada. In charge was an old lady, Mrs. Glenna Mathes. Glenna is now taking care of her own cuts and bruises. She didn't want me to return home for awhile so I took a hotel room. There was no room service and only one maid who turned out to be Phyllis Goode. She scrubbed floors at night and taught school in the day. The bellhop who carried my bags was Lloyd Frueh. He now has humped shoulders and wooden legs. The day before I was to leave I entered a cafe and saw a man flipping pancakes. I-le was the owner, Leonard Estes. I always knew working in the kitchen would help him. When I reached home, I resolved never to take another trip. Do you blame me 7 A Friend 16