Monmouth High School - Eagle Yearbook (Decatur, IN)

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CLASS PHUPHECY ' approached. He was a member of the Royal Mounted Police. The rider turned out to be the handsome Bob Fuhrman. He told about his experiences on the plains and in the mountains of Canada. Later I met him in the city and he showed me the headquarters of the Mounties. While there, a group of Mounties brought a man in on charges of speeding, and who could this man be, none other than Alton Christianer. Yes, I remembered him, he was the boy who teased us girls on the bus. Alton claimed that he was chasing a pretty girl Cblond of courseb. I got him out of jail because he was a class- mate of mine. Later, the three of us spent the evening at the Rendevor Country Club. Bob told me to visit Loren Gerber who was the main photographer for the Powers models. He was located in Chicago. I went to his office but he was in Atlantic City taking snaps of the bathing beauties. His secretary told me that Loren enjoyed his job very much. I then headed for Minnesota. Bill Brent- linger was a minister in Minnesota. He had a lovely wife. Bill had started his own congre- gation and his children formed the choir. Bill happened to tell me that Joan Fuelling was living in St. Louis. So I decided to visit her. Before going to see Joan, I took the road that led to South Dakota. I stopped at a gas station. It was called the Circle Station. Char- lie was not there but one of the men who was working for him, told me that Charlie was do- ing fine and that he sold fifteen different kinds of gasoline. Then I went to St. Louis to see Joan. She lived in a lovely home. Joan and her husband were the owners of the Glass plant. They had four lovely children. They were taught by tutors. Joan and I discussed the good old times we used to have, especially at those Hpajama parties. Joan told me that Dorothy Oetting was the head of a Women's College in Denver. I arrived in Denver late on Thursday af- ternoon. I found Dorothy enjoying herself in a game of tennis. She was playing tennis with her financee who was an Admiral in the Navy. Dorothy was still the same, witty as ever. While talking to her, we discussed Gene and Irene. They were married of course, and lived in Idaho on a potato ranch. I arrived in Idaho several days later and I found them very happy indeed. They gave the regular square dances on their ranch, so I stayed for the Saturday night hop, and I must say I enjoyed myself very much. Gene still could swing the girls. Irene told me that Lorene was living in California with her husband. They owned a restaurant where all the movie stars dined. Lorene was doing fine, and she was known all over the world for her famous oyster stew. She told me that Mildred Nuerge was a dancer in Hawaii. Suddenly, I thought since I had one more month to spend anywhere. I might as well visit Mildred. I boarded the U. S. S. America. After a short time aboard, I noticed a handsome Colonel and his wife dining. I paused for a moment! Could that man be Norman Wolfe? Yes, it was! I spoke to Norm and he told me that he was on his way to the South Seas. I don't recall the name of the island to which he was going. On Saturday evening we arrived in Hon- olulu. I stayed at the Great Royal Hawaiian Hotel. In the evening while I was dining, I heard dreamy Hawaiian music drifting into me from across the bay. I went out and mo- tioned for a taxi. The taxi drove me to the place from which the music was coming. HereI saw an Hawaiian dancer. It was Mildred. Dur- ing the evening I spoke to her a great deal and she told me that she had made dancing her career. She was married to a fine man. Ispent one week with her enjoying the beauties of Hawaii. The time was drawing nigh so I had to return home to resume my responsibilities in the office. When I left, I told Mildred that I hoped she would stay as happy all of her life as she had been when I visited her. As I was on the ship returning home, I remembered the wonderful time I had visiting my former classmates. I was very glad to have seen them all well and happy. It was all like a dream seeing their smiling faces. Long will I remember the wonderful times we had in good old Monmouth High School. DOROTHY CROSBY Who's Who's our Who's our Who's engaged? ............... .. cheerleader? ..... cheerleader? tallest? ............... Who's wittiest? Who's bashful? .......... Who's our Who's our Who's the Who's the Who's our Who's our Who's our Page 14 blonde? .... artist? ......... sweetest? most talkative? photographer? politician? ......... .... .... curly head? .... WHO' Maxine Gallmeyer Joan Bultemeier Joan Fuelling Willis Conrad . ......... Gene Kiess Bob Fuhrman Marlene Aumann Barbara Kelley Lorene Moellering Ruth Reppert Loren Gerber Max Andrews Roland Bultemeyer WHO Who's our prima donna? . ...... Who's our Paderwiski? .......... Who's our softball pitcher? Who's sophisticated? ........... Who's our square dancer? . Who's the neatest? ....... . ....... Who's going steady? ........... Who's the Who's the Who's the Who's the Who's the happiest? ............ most agreeable? wolf? ....................... ....... slowest? .............. .... grumbler? ......... Who's most conscientious? Who's our mechanic? ......... Mildred Nuerge Evelyn Macke Ferd Selking Dorothy Crosby Dorothy Oetting Irene Krueckeberg LaRae Shoaf Jim Merriman . Kenny Singleton Alton Christianer Norman Wolfe Floyd Ehlerding .. Bill Brentlinger Charles Circle

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CLASS PPIUPHECY Fifteen years have gone by and to my surprise, I find myself dreaming of the great times I used to have at Monmouth High. Often I long to see some of my former classmates, cspecially, when I leaf through the pages of thc 1950 Eagle. I decided to take a four months vacation from my office where I was employed as a private secretary in a law office in Key West, Florida. So I packed my luggage and started ogi my journey. As I drove down the highway in my new convertible, I passed over the Georgia state line and to my great astonishment, my car sputtered and stopped, I was out of gas. It just so happened that I stopped at a large cot- ton plantation and whom did I spy, Ferd Sel- king. Ferd filled my car with gasoline. As he was busily doing this he told me that he had seen Roland at the Cottonbowl game last week. He told me that Roland was living in Louisville, Kentucky, so I journeyed off to Kentucky. Here, I found Roland and his wife, Eldora, busily playing with their two daugh- ters. He said that he was the owner of a used car lot. All tliree of us sat down and discuss- cd some of t'ie others who were in our class. While I was driving through Lafayette, I noticed a blond young lady cross the street. In fact, I just about ran over her. I later saw her in a restaurant. The lady was our jolly Marlene Aumann. She invited me to spend the nigltt with her. She told me that she was very happy. Her husband was the coach at Purdue, and they now had their own team of five sons. After leaving Marlene, I decided to visit Fort Wayne. As I was looking through the News I noticed that the famous Zollner Pis- tons were playing that evening, so I decided to attend the game. As the game was on, I noticed a tall handsome man playing center. After the game, I found out that it was Willis Conrad. The next day I spoke to Willis and he told me that he was enjoying his career very much. He also told me where I could find some of my other classmates. The following day, I left Fort Wayne with happy memories. In the distance I noticed the great Notre Dame. Suddenly I remembered that Willis told me that Jim was the coach at the college. That evening I spent with Jim and his wife. They were doing fine and Jim's team was super just as ours was in 50 . I had plann- ed to stay longer but their seven children were driving me batty. As I was driving down the highway to go to Grand Rapids, I passed a beautiful farm. Children were playing out in the yard so I stopped to talk with them. It was noon and time for dinner. The children's mother stepped out of the door and called them. Their mother was Mrs. Norm Ostermeyer, the former Max- ine Gallmeyer, who invited me to stay for dinner. I enjoyed my visit with her very much. Early the next morning I drove to Grand Rapids where Ruth Sheets met me at the sta- tion, as I was to go to her house. She lived in a lovely home. Charlie and Ruth now had eight little pillowcases. When I was ready to leave, Ruth told me that I should be on the lookout for Kenny Singleton because it was reported that he was seen in that territory. I had driven just a few miles when I noticed a dark-haired man. It was Kenny all right. He was a great man. He was the Super- intendent of the State Highways. Even though he was a great man, it didn't keep him home all the time, for he still made his annual trips to New York on business ????? Kenny told me that he had seen LaRae and Jack as they were returning from a motor trip to the West. She was living in Corry, Pennsylvania. So I de- cided to visit her. She and Jack now owned a trucking line, called the Fisher Fishing Line. I.aRae sometimes drove the semi while Jack was the baby sitter. I drove happily along and in the distance I saw the beautiful Capitol of the United States. Oh, yes, Max Andrews was a states- man in Washington. I met Max the next after- noon and he told me that he was going to give a great speech on Republican elections. It seemed that some Democrats were throwing tomatoes at him. However, Max still knew his politics and enjoyed every minute of it. Max told me that Barbara Kelley was a teacher at Yale, so I journeyed off to see Barb. I met Barb at the Campus Club and we had lunch together. She told me that she was teaching mathematics and that she was engaged to afine man. I invited Barb to have lunch with me at the Stork Club the next day. Here to our great surprise we met Joan Bultemeier. She was a secretary in New York City. Her office was on the fourteenth floor of the Empire State Building. She was engaged to a boy from her home state. Joan invited us to have dinner with her at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. As we sat there eating, we heard the enchanting music of the Wayne King orchestra featuring Miss Evelyn Macke at the piano. After the show we went back-stage to speak to Evelyn. She told us that she was going to appear in the great movie production, Music for Mill- ions, soon to be shown in Montpelier, Ver- mont. I recall the beginning of her career. While she was a Junior in Monmouth she played the piano for our Junior play, Silas Smidge from Turnip Ridge. Joan and Barb were unable to attend the show in Vermont, so I left on Tuesday, heading for the eastern state. As I walked down the main street in Montpelier, I saw a large office building and to my great amazement, I saw the name of Floyd Ehlerding, President, written in bold letters on one of the doors. I stopped to see him. He had a new car. It was a Buick. He was still the same Floyd, always moaning and groaning over his bookkeeping problems. After spending several days in Vermont, I left the United States and went to Canada. I stopped along the road to take some moving pictures. As I was taking the pictures, a rider CContinued on next pagel Page

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I Jim M.--Hey Bob! I heard you got a real kick out of kissing Bernita last night. Bob H. - -Yep, her dad caught me. Doc - -But how did you happen to take that poison? Didn't you see the poison', label on the bottle? Charles C.--Yeh, but I didn't believe it. Right underneath it said, 'tLye . Cop--Did you strike that man in the ex- citement? Norman W.--No sir, I struck him in the stomach. Mr. Robinson- -Give three collective nouns. Kenny B.--Flypaper, wastebasket, and va- cuum cleaner. Eileen D. -- I wonder what men talk about when they're off by themselves. Clarabelle B.-- Probably the same things we talk about. Eileen D. - - t'Oh, aren't they awful! Bill B.-- When you go to a restaurant, why do you always flirt with the waitress? Ferd S.--'Tm playing for big steaks. Evelyn B.-- Father, can my new boy friend replace your business partner who died this morning? Mr. Bulmahn-- It's all right with me if you can arrange it with the undertakerf' Eldora E.--'tYou remind me of the sea. Roland B.-- Why? Because I'm wild, rest- less, and romantic? Eldora E.-- No, because you make me sick. Max A.-- George Washington was certain- ly right when he advised his countrymen not to eat spaghetti. Mr. Lehman-- Not eat spaghetti? What do you mean? When did Washington ever say anything about spaghetti? Max A. - - Didn't he say to keep away from foreign entanglements'? Floyd E.-- Oh, doctor, I'm afraid I'm go- ing to die. Doctor-- Nonsense, that's the last thing you're going to do. Evelyn M. - - 'Td like to try on that hat ov- er there. Salesman--'Tm sorry, madam, but that is the lampshadef' Mr. Gerber - - Did you use the car last nite, son? Loren- - Yes, dad, I took some of the boys and Went for a ride. Mr. Gerber - - 'tWell, you can tell one of the boys that he left his lace handkerchief in the back seatf' Mr. Robinson-- Give a sentence using the word sausage. Snorty-- I never sausage hard lessons. UKE Kenny-- Can you operate a typewriter? Gene-- Yes, I use the Biblical system. Kenny- - I never heard of that. Gene- - t'Seek and ye shall find. Ethel, that's the third time you have look- ed at that letterf' said Marilyn Boerger. t'Yes'm, Lloyd can't write very wellf' Miss Morehouse-- Merilyn, define an on- ion. Merilyn--An onion is a vegetable which builds you up physically and tears you down socially. The doctors wife found her eight year old son crying as if his heart was broken. Tell mother about it, she comforted him. 'tDaddy's never coming back, the child re- plied. Of course he will be backg he has always come back. Not this time, mommy, he told someone on the phone he was going out on an teternity easel' Eskimo Man-- Ugh wum Ugg, me drive dog team thousand mile to say I love you. Eskimo Woman-- Ugh tush. Thatta lotta mush. Mr. Marsh-- t'Before we begin the examin- ation are there any questions? Charles C.-- What's the name of this course? Miss Morehouse-- Marilyn, can you tell me what a waffle is? Marilyn M.-- Yes'm3 it's a pancake with a nonskid tread. . Economics lecturer: If a farmer raises 5,000 bushels of potatoes and has to sell them at a dollar per bushel below parity, what does this mean to him? Scholar: A new Buick. Mr. Conrad to his son: Willie, if'you are a good boy, l'll give you this bright new penny. Willie: Gee, Pop, don't you have a dirty old nickel? Now boys, said the teacher, tell me the signs of the zodiac. You first, Thomas. Taurus, the Bull. Right! Now you, Norman, another one. Cancer, the Crab. Right again. And now it's your turn, Alton. Alton looked puzzled, hesitated a moment and then blurted out: Mickey, the Mouse. Mr. Davis-- 'tWhat is a cannibal, Tommy? Tom D. - - I don't know. Mr. Davis-- Well, if you ate your father and mother, what would you be?', Tom D. - - An orphan. The one who thinks our jokes are poor, Would straight-way change his views. Could he compare the jokes we print, With those that we refuse! Page