New Lisbon High School - Nu Lisannial Yearbook (New Lisbon, IN)

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SENIUR PRUPHECY Clodfelter, our beloved sponsor, mops his forehead and sighs wearily as he trudges from another of those Senior class meetings. He seems to be dreaming of the day when peace will again rule the earth and the Seniors will be graduated. Dream. I bet he does dream of us. As he goes home to take his daily before supper nap, suppose we follow and merge into his dreams and find out. We now have him lying down on the couch in the living room. Poor fellow, we must have been terribly hard on him be- cause he falls to sleep incredibly fast. He seems to be having a nightmare. No, he just thought of the Seniors again. He is sweetly dreaming now, but he can't keep from thinking about those Seniors. He is having another nightmare. No wonder for he seems to be on some South Sea Island and of all people he seems to see Pop Hunt selling ready-made grass skirts to the femi- nine population. His only rival is Dot Raines, a mercenary missionary, teaching the natives against such things and besides her wares are only half price. He mumbles something about they haven't changed. He seems to be rambling in his dreams. It is pretty foggy where we are, so it must be London. It is. I wonder who could be here. He is seeing a long table at which are seated important people from all countries. Can you believe it? Who is there but our own Helen Query. She seems to be presid- ing over them and they are discussing and negotiating the world peace. ' This scene fades out and our dreaming sponsor grows restless again. We seem to be strolling in a fashionable part of town. A distinguished looking gen- tleman is walking down the avenue. It is Dick Luellen who made quite a fortune Page Nine selling Willkie buttons to collectors and made a name for himself playing profes- sional ice hockey as the star goalie for the Cleveland Barons. This last scene disturbed our sponsor more than somewhat and hc murmers, L'Who'd have guessed? Although this last scene disturbed our spon- sor, he now is acting like he is having a whole herd of nightmares. As we watch, a courtroom comes into view and who is the criminal lawyer but the fabulous I. P. Snow. He was intending to be a criminal but one of the faculty changed his mind and told him he could do better as a crim- inal lawyer. He is noted for his ability to consume a pint of the best liquor before go- ing to court. Who is the gentleman who looks up from his copy of Esquire to whistle and then pound his gavel for order in the court? Why it is Judge Neil Barlow. Who is the prosecuting attorney but the famous career woman, Verna Humphrey? She is the ex- ample that a career woman can have a home and family. She is happily married and living on a farm when she is not work- ing. She travels everywhere by airplane. Clodfelter seems to be enjoying what he is dreaming now as he is smiling as if to say, just as I expected. That couldn't be my- self - but it is. In a striped suit I am sit- ting on a bench writing. I am the editor of the Alcatraz Weekly. This scene seemed to put our sponsor in a much better frame of mind, but he is now rolling and tossing like a rowboat in a hurricane. And no won- der. There he is, still a private in the U. S. Army. A Sergeant seems to think he is not digging his ditch fast enough. This is too much for him, and as he rolls off the couch. We had better leave in a hurry! DICK WICKER

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THE CLAS WILL We, the Senior Class of New Lisbon High School, County of Henry, State of Indiana, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do make public and declare this our last will and testament, in the manner following, that is to say: I, NEIL BARLOW, will my studious manner and independent attitude to Albert Lee Bennet. I, CHARLES HUNT, will my position as senior class president to any capable Junior that can please both the boys and the girls. I, VERNA HUMPHREY, will my art of los' ing and misplacing things to Joe Bob Blunk. I, DICK LUELLEN, will my love for the Mooreland girls to Wayne Stringer, he seems to appreciate it. I, HELEN QUERY, will my conscientious diplomatic nature and ability to work to Ramona Miller. I, Donori-IY RAINES, will my tempermental disposition to Don Faucett. I, IRA PAUL SNOW, will my ability to steer clear of trees while driving to Wanda Thomas. I, DICK WICKER, will my theory there is safety in numbers to Herschel D. Ankf rom, Jr. We, AS SENIORS, would like to leave to the teachers our cofoperative attitude and best wishes. To the Freshmen we leave what is left of our brains, ability and vitality. To the Sophomores we leave our beauty, glamour, and personality. To the Juniors it is our pleasure to be' queath our reputation as dignified and ideal seniors as they may carry on next year. IN TEsTIMoNY HEREIN, we have in the a- bove words bequeathed and willed our worldly possessions to our worthy heirs this first day of April, 1944. Witnesses : HERSCHEL D. AN Kaos: V. J. CLODFELTER PARTING ADVICE Neil Barlow: Don't take more than two subjects like Office Practice and Geometry the same period. Charles Hunt: Don't make too good grades your first year because you're expected to live up to them. Verna Humphrey: Make up your mind where you're going to school before you are a Senior. Dick Luellen: Start getting on the good side of the teachers while a Freshman be' cause a Senior hasn't a chance. Helen Query: Get your lessons in on time because there is always extra work for asf sembly periods. Dorothy Raines: Don't work on the annual and the class play at the same time . Ira Paul Snow: Take as few subjects as possible because you have to take four a semester when a Senior anyway. Dick Wicker: Beware of female entanglef ments. Page Eight

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Top row, left to right: Ermadean Shock, Melba Shafer, Wilma Fowler, and Ann McKillip. Middle row, left to right: Henry Saul, Annabelle Goar, Mary Lou Faucett, Richard Beeson. Bottom row, left to right: Vv'ayne Stringer, Gladys Chew. Garnet Maddix, and Harold Paul. JUNIUR CLAS HISTURY We entered our junior year facing the fact that the end of the N. L. H. S. highway was in sight. We had our Super Delux filled with thirteen jolly juniors with our sponsor, Miss Shroyer, at the wheel. We were speeding along when hefore us appeared Mr, and Mrs. America. We stopped to investigate and found ourselves in the midst of presenting a threefaet com' edy. After some time we resumed full speed hut were forced to stop in order to leave Doris Owens in the care of her parents hecause of ill health. The most important event of the stops af long the highway were yet to oecur. The sign, juniorfSenior Reception loomed just a few laps ahead. We stepped on the gas and after many long hard days of work and planning. we reaehcd the climax of what we had heen striving for the past months. , By the time we had succeeded in making this a memorable occasion for the Senior Class we found that this would prohahly he our last year with Dick Beeson whose next stop will he an army camp. Our class oflicers are: Wayne Stringer, president, Gladys Chew, viqefpresidentg Melha Shafer, secretary and treasurer. FLOWER : Rose COLORS : Blue and Cold MOTTO z It is better to wear out than to rust out Page 'Ten