New Albany High School - Vista Senior Blotter Yearbook (New Albany, IN)

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CLASS PROPHECY-Continued The tent was owned by Catherine Crayden, affec- tionately known as Ma Crayden by the troupe. Virginia Underhill, Lucille Houpt, Mary Martha Grimes, and Jane VanDalsen worked behind the counter as hash-slingersf' I sat -down between George Harbison and Walter Kahl and was dis- turbed no little by Slush , eating with his knife. Being refreshed by the pickled pigs' feet, I de- cided to stroll down the midway. The constant ringing of a bell attracted me, and I found D. B. Rouck swinging a sledge-hammer mightily, win- ning cigar after cigar. Louis Smith, the proprie- tor of the concession, finally had to give Rouck tive dollars to stop. 'Frank Clipp, in a sailor suit, who had been promenading with Vera Rockenbach on one arm and Kitty Coolman on the other, stepped up and tried his luck, but he had to pay the man live dollars before he quit. Over in a shadowy corner, Walter Christensen was conducting a quiet little shell game. Dorothy Bertrand and Mary Lee were timidly wagering under which shell the pea was resting while Walt grinned slyly to himself as he let them win. . The next booth held the fish pond where Frances Ludwig, Dorothy Kamer, and Margaret Hale tried desperately to hook little wooden fish. Number Sixty, said Willie Hottel, as Marg snagged one, You win a tin bracelet. Put it back with a nickel and try again. At the next stop I tried my hand at throwing eggs at Charles Manley at five cents a pitch. I became embarrassed and stopped when Dorothea Blackiston, Betty Giles, Marie Davenport, Gladys Harbolt, and Dorothy Houpt gathere-d around and began laughing. Leola Dellinger was trying to talk Harold Miller into winning a kewpie doll, but as he could not make up his mind whether to give it to Kath- leen Ulsh or Lenore Eckerty, he refused. At the end of the lane was a merry-go-round. Before buying my ticket from Lloyt Markert I watched Elizabeth McGrath, Mary Catherine Mor- ris, and Evelyn Waggoner as they tried hard to grasp the brass ring. Elizabeth just missed it when she stopped to give John Owen her ticket. Dizzy from my ride on the merry-go-round, I reeled toward another side show. Still in a daze, I bought my ticket and went in. My first impres- sion was that my recent ride had caused me to see things. Louis Trudeau, however, was only pulling Henry Weinmann out of a silk hat by his ears. My mind relieved, I watched unperturbed as the magician sawed Melva Jane Keithley into bits and reassembled her in the form of Kathryn Dean. Amazed by the sight of Melva Jane going all to pieces, I gasped as Kathryn appeared collected. Executing a neat solo flight on a bicycle built for two, Aileen West commanded round after round of applause. On a stage in the far end of the tent, an or- chestra began to play. To the tune of the High School song, Coletta Roth, barely covered with a shredded wheat skirt, led a bevy of dancers. The chorus gracefully pirouetted, while Martha Miller Q ' .a.... , . . T ai beat time with a baseball bat lest they should get out of step. Those in the chorus whom I recog- nized were Louise Lasch. Elma McNamara, Eli- zabeth Reeves, Alvena Zinsmeister, VVilma Wade, and Katherine Teives. As they danced, John Mar- tin Hegewald and Jack Zoeller fought over turns at watching through a telescope from the front FOVV. Dressed as native Hawaiians, Louise Receveur and Dortha Sensbach expertly presented a hula- hula dance, while Dale Stockton accompanied them on a cigar box ukelele. After the excitement created by the Hawaiians had subsided, the famous Rasmussen Brothers, George and Paul, began their feats of strength. George esthetically strewed rose petals while Paul broke dumb-bells over his brother's head. Moving on to what I thought was the next act, I found Franklin Schoonover, Earl Walker, Melvin Peers, Vernon Smyth, gathered about John Mason who was swallowing fire. Balance-rl on a cracker box, Helen Dye com- manded the attention of Marietta Williams, John Freibeiger, Cline Warman, Norbert Neuhausel and Junior Hampel. Moving closer, I heard her vociferously telling of her journey over Niagara Falls in a thimble. With a Vas you dere, Sharlie? I passed out. Stumbling over Dietz Wolfe and Everett Thompson who were trying to sneak in under the tent, I pressed on, pushing my way through the mob. Kathleen Wolf, Bob Stemm, Egg Sterrett, Huelda Collins and Burl Watson, grouped around Paul Morthorst, the tatooed man, were admiring the pretty pitchers 'tThere is a pretty one, exclaimed Don Carpenter pointing to a gorgeous reproduction of Washington Crossing the Delaware which was printed on Paulls chest. As I watched, Paul took a deep breath which caused the boat to rock to and fro making George lose his footing and topple over backwards. Not believing my eyes, I edged closer. Leaning for- ward I slipped and fell into the icy waters of the mighty Delaware with a resounding kersplashl Sk ll ek if lk Are you content? asked the old man. Have you peered into the depths of the future? With an uneasy feeling that the sinister smile on his wrinkled face concealed an uncanny knowl- edge of everything I had seen, I muttered my satisfaction. Hastily paying the fee he requested, I donned my coat and hat and rushed away. The fresh air and bright sunshine soon quieted my jaded nerves. I had about convinced myself that what I had seen was not necessarily the truth. I began to realize that the fortune-teller, in some mysterious way, had controlled my ima- gination. The11 upon turning the corner, I ran headlong into a circus parade! Staggering into the corner drug-tore I weakly managed, One Bromo Seltzer. -Ilarric! Guthrie -Robert Wrcgc

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CLASS PROPHECY-Continued Drumb. Lena was not a real lion but only Eliza- beth Shrader under a mangy lion skin. This ex- plained why Lena could count to ten and balance books on her nose. Farther on Lewis Sellers was attracting a crowd with his performing fleas. These cute lit- tle parasites were quite attached to their master and jumped through small hoops and rode bicycles at his gentle command of ally-opp! While I was throwing peanuts to the monkeys the band outside struck up a lively march which I recognized as number five in our old high school band books. Leaving my peanuts with Don Reeves, I hurried out to find Bob Holmes directing the circus band. My old friend Dick McC1'acken was puffing away on a brass saxaphone while Bill DeVo1e played cadenzas on a clarinet. The three trumpet players turned out to be Willard Thorn, Bob Buchanan, and Hump Campbell himself. I spent some little time in exchanging greetings with these fellows and came very nearly being late for the big show. lk lk if Pk lk With a flare of the drums and a blare of the trumpets, the grand procession started. Leading the parade came Nancy Beard, regally attired in a white spangled gown with red and blue stripes, proudly riding on an elephant. As she swayed to and fro in the hawdah she sang O Speakers Dear , accompanied by Mary Jane Newhouse, try- ing in vain to drown her out on the calliope. Immediately following, entered a group represent- ing natives of foreign lands. Running ahead, playfully blowing darts at the elephants, were three African pygmies, Carl Harris, Hugh Thomas, and Ray Christiansen. Behind them slinked Etta Wright Best, the panther woman, dragging an anemic looking alley cat. Japan was represented by Evelyn Dunn, Irma Guilfoyle, Ruth Bailey and Delores Clark, all neatly made up to fit the part with powder which had been left over from the Lucky Jade. Beneath masses of dark hair which distinguished them as Australian Bushmen, Harold Crandall and William Stacy, peered out as if looking tor a suitable target for their ready boomerangs. With a wild shout of Whoopee! , Merrill Whitlock dashed into the ring mounted on a pinto pony, leading a band of wildwest cowboys. Carl McClure, Chuck Kreutzer, Freddie Leaf, and Homer Treser rode madly about amid much shooting and rope twirling. The final entry brought the beautiful pageant of Solomon and His Many Wives. John Shiner, astride a white mule, his feet dragging the ground, was being pelted with flowers by Alma Sloan, Imelda Deuser, Pursuing him were Anna Marga- ret Best, Anna Watkins, and Lan McIntosh, all enchanted by the charms of the great lover. Undisturbed by the glamour of the procession as it slowly wound its way around the tent, Wylie Grey nonchalantly sprinkled sawdust about the ring while Joe Renn sold pink lemonade to the thirsty mob. Things started off with a bang when Meyers Faith was shot from a cannon. It was worth the price of admission to see Carolyn Morton catch him in a butterfly net. High above the heads of the crowd Felix Mc- Callister, attractively costumed in pink tights and long purple stockings, tiptoed across a shining wire. In one hand he daintily held a rufTled para- sol, in the other, the latest volume of his poetry. He balanced himself to the strains of I Love You Truly, beautifully rendered by Robert Moss on the pipes of Pan. While Richard Roehm and Robert Schroeder were preparing the ring for the high diver, in rolled the clowns, Wilbur Oeiiinger and Dudley Marlow, following their putty noses in circles, and chased Shirley Noon and Anna May Jacobi about the tent. Anna Lee Grimes, who was sitting in the audience, giggled so hard at the clowns' antics that she fell off the bleachers. Edward Jones, Walford Oglesby, and Frank Naville hurried to her assistance and were surprised to find Charles Elmore lying under the bleachers, groaning from the results of too much pink lemonade. Freda McAfee, the circus nurse, was summoned and she quickly brought Charlie around by using prin- terls ink as smelling salts. After the excitement in the bleachers sub- sided, the ring master, Rogers Hartman, an- nounced the Fearless Female, VVynema Rector, who went alone into the lions' den. She was armed only with three cannons, two sub-machine guns and was attired in an army tank. In the center ring, Mattie McCandless was mounting the high dive. The crowd watched her breathlessly as she dived blindfolded, turned three and a half dips, and slid smoothly into a porce- lain bath tub. As the audience rose to applaud, the band too kit as a cue to play the Star Span- gled Banner. Everett Klinstiver twirled his red mustache and cracked a long whip while Jane Shacklett did a toe dance on the back of a plow horse. Flying from trapeze to trapeze, Dolores Lang, Leola Clayton, Helen Belviy, Thomas Teives, and Bernard Graff intrigued the country yokels. The feature of this act was Tommy's catching Dolores while he was hanging by his big toe. Elmer Dieckmann hoisted Kate Burger to the top of the tent where she hung by her teeth for the rest of the performance. The dog and pony show, under the command of LaVerne Bennett and Jessie Llewellyn, pro- vided some amusing tricks for the children. In rolled Dorothy Baker, Margaret Fischer, and Marie Knight riding trick bicycles. They were followed by Ruth Zimmerman, Eleanor Gar- rison, Florence Smith, and Jane Overton, skating backwards through the sawdust. As a finale the cowboys returned accompanied by Charles Stastny, Denzel Keller, 'Willard Parr, and Carl Martin painted as Indians and yelling bloody murder, Charles Cauble, perched in the driver's seat of an old stage coach, fired a cap pistol viciously at the bandits as he drove around the track. The screams of Ruth Allen filled the air when the Indians at last caught the coach, and she was forced to get out and hand over her jewelry. Leon Macon tried vainly to sell balloons as the crowd filed out. Feeling the pangs of hunger, I was led to the lunch tent by the odor of fresh, fried doughnuts. iii I S X

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,lx ly BABIES STRIVING WITH GROPING HANDS TO OPEN-THE NURSERY DOOR. E. DUNN