Montgomery Local High School - Mohirab Yearbook (Wayne, OH)

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Later on that afternoon, 1 ran into Susan Stiger again, and after awhile I discovered that I had a chance to see some more of my classmates. I notified the office that I would be gone all day, and that if there was an emergency, I could be reached at the stock car races. When I arrived at the race, the cars were just lining up for the take-off, and Jim Hartley was driving humber 6. He sure hadn't changed much-still crazy about cars. I read on down the list of events that were to take place that after- noon and found that Lloyd Tyson was the main attraction of the 'dare-devilu event. After awhile discovering that I was mighty hungry, I decided to go down to the refreshment stand. And there to my surprise stood Ann Few, shouting, 'Hot dogs! Peanuts! Popcornln As I was walking back to the grand stand, I thought I recognized another familiar face, sure enough, there was Janet Tyson and her familyg she had two boys and two girls. Upon my return to the office, I hailed a cab, and as I got in I looked up to find Robert Sabo driving. The next day I pushed the elevator button and the door came open. There stood Mike Sutter wearing a bell boy uniform. He said to me, NYou just missed Jud Firsdon. She came down on the elevator with three businessmen. She was wearing real classy clothes along with a mink stole.U Finally I settled down in my comfortable chair behind my new desk and began to think, NM what a weekendln and off to sleep I went. I awoke to a loud banging on my door, and there stood Richard Farwig. I learned he was a ranch owner and had come to see me about buying a couple of tractors. I asked him to go to supper with me and he accepted. Leaving the office, we almost tripped over a baby carriage. As I was catching my balance, I heard a rough voice say, What's the matter with you, man? Can't you- Wh , Gary Stannard and Richard Farwigl Fancy meeting you here! I looked up to fin: Marietta and Mike pushing twin baby buggies. All of us wound up going to my home for supper. I had just been seated to eat a peaceful meal and talk over old times with my friends when the door bell rang. My wife answered and there stood Don Waltermier. He started to tell me something and then recognition ca e across his face, Wwhy, if it isn't Gary Stannardl I just finished the work on your car and brought it home to you. Here is the bill.' At last I got to settle down and eat m meal and think of all the things that had occurred. M , what a small world afterall!

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY As I was wallclng to my office on Wall Street the other day, I noticed the bill board in front of the Broadway Opera House. It read: COMING SOON! Hake your reservations now! See Duane Kern and his orchestra featuring Miss Jane Nonnemaker. I wandered on d0WI1 the Street making a little note that I would have to see this. Just as I was filing it away, I ran into--why, it couldn't be! Kay Bocldarader CFarabeeJ and her little boy and girl. I started tallcing to her and she asked me if I was going to see the Armed Services Parade. I told her I would try. Later that afternoon as I was fighting nv way through the crowd to see the parade, I looked up in time to see Paul Graber giving his batallion their orders. My, how he had changed! The parade passed, and then I heard a voice yellg I:Ia1t! there stood Norman Anderson with enough stripes for three service men. Susan Stiger was standing near by with her fifth grade. Then I heard a familiar voice saying, mv, if it isn't Gary Stannard! How's the world been treating you? I turned around to find myself face to face with Ron Adkins. Some how we got on the subject of teeth and I found nvself telling Ron about the trouble nv wisdom teeth had been giving me. He replied. Drop in any time. I'lJ. be glad to take care of it for you. W office Ls on Sth Avenuei Be seeing you. I've got to get back to the office. Still in a daze I wandered away from the crowd and there stood Mr. and Mrs. Earl Brubaker. He said, We are going to go eat. Come along. Having nothing else to do , I accepted. We went to a quaint little restaurant away from the roaring crowd. I asked Carl if he knew the women behind the counter. Pkwy surely did look familiar. Carl said, mmf, that's Nancy Motot and Janet Schroeder. They own this place md they really have good food. Remember how they always wanted to be secretaries? dell, I'm glad they're not. My wife and I always come here to eat on special occasions. Say, remember Julia WiJ.liams? Well, she is a nurse for the doctor across the streetg and Rosalind Whitington, well, she is a private secretary for the ?airbanks Engineering Comparv. Kenny sure made his way to the top. Say, how about going to the Ohio State--Michigan game with us this coming Saturday? We have two extra tickets, and you and your wife are welcome to come along. I told him I would let him know later. Saturday I found nvseli' watching the game. Midway in the third quarter the coach jumped up off the bench and shouted, Holcombe . Get out there and let'em have it. I stared in amazement as my old classmate Richard Holcombe ran out on the Eield. After the game was over Carl and I wandered down to the locker room to have 1 chat with Dick. I asked Carl what he was doing for a living. He said he was coaching basket- oall at the University of New York. Man! How things had changed! It seemed like just yesterday that we were seniors, but time marches ong and much to :W amazement this wasn't to be the last of nv surprises. I had been running an advertisement in the New York Times for a stenographer. The next morning Michaelyn Johnson, the receptionist in the building, told me that two ladies were waiting in the outer office for an interview. I picked up the two application blanks and started to read: NAME--Joyce Chamberlain. I stared for a moment and then read the second: IAME--Kay Sawyer. Why, I had gone to school with two girls with the same names, :ut this couldn't be! I read on: School from which you graduated: Montgomery Iigh School. MU, it certainly was they! I opened the door and motioned them to :ome in. While I was completing the interview, I was called into the board room. When I left the board room, I felt a splurge of pride. I had been promoted to 'x-esident.

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