New Ross High School - Blue Jay Yearbook (New Ross, IN)

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Class Prophecy for 1951 The sun rose bright and early on the morning of April 30, 1971. Just twenty years ago today the class of 51 had graduated, leaving the halls of New Ross High School quiet and lonesome. Yes, it had been twenty long years since I had seen the members of the class, so l decided to look each of them up. I left the city of New Ross. Indiana, at 5 A.M. on my Magic Carpet starting on the journey 1 was going to make. I went to Chicago first. While walking down Fifth Avenue I noticed a bright sign which read Specialized Baby Clothes. The lady standing in the window looked familiar to me sol went inside. Then l recognized her as Lois Ludwig. Lois told me she had her own shop and spent much of her time designing baby clothes. While we were talking, a lady came in the door. I looked up and saw Deloras fl-Iuffmanl Edwards. followed by three little girls. Deloras came over and joined in the conversation. She said she had a family of six, the youngest two and the oldest seventeen. She said her oldest daughter, a senior in high school, was in love and she cou1dn't understand it. lt must have run in the family. I bade Lois and Deloras good-bye and continued on my journey. Traveling south from Chicago I entered the town of Balle Henche. l saw two men leaning against the hitching post day-dreaming, but 1 didn't pay much attention to them. As I walked hy, one of them spoke to me. I looked again and who could it be but James Sabens and Charles Radford. For some reason they had remained bachelors and were living together on a little old run-down farm just out of town. Traveling on my way to St. Louis I stopped off at Lafayette. Walking down the street l met Doris Williams. Doris said she was married to the Professor Dice who was teaching at Purdue University. She also told me that while her husband was teaching at the University she gave piano lessons. Leaving Lafayette I traveled on to St. Louis. Walking down the street I met Pat Burke. Pat and I talked over some of our old school days together. She said she was married to Wayne Steele. but since she had found housework a little dull. she continued to work as a stenographer to the well-noted lawyer, Jerry Harris. Jerry had entered law school immedi- ately after graduating from high school and was admitted to the bar in 1968. Pat also told me she had seen one of her old classmates, Connie Turner, on the previous day. She hadn't had much time to talk to Connie as he had to catch a train to Mexico where he was featured as The Champion Shooter. Leaving St. Louis 1 journeyed on to Denver. As it was getting late 1 started looking for a hotel in which to spend the night. I noticed the Schultz Hotel advertised so I looked it up. When I entered I recognized the desk girl to be an old friend, Sue Baker. She told me she had worked for the hotel owner, Stanley Schultz.. for fifteen years. After talking awhile with Sue, she called a bellboy for me. When he appeared who could it be but none other than Dwight Houser. As Dwight showed me to my room he told me he had not yet found the girl that could cook and curl hair like Dear Ol' Mom. He said he did not like to work in the hotel as he h had to be careful and not walk too heavy. He said he was considering the idea of returning to the farm and starting a harem, even though it was against the law. 1 asked Dwight if he was familiar with the town and he said familiar enough that he knew where a good orchestra was playing. He said the orchestra was supposed to be very good, especially under the leader- ship of their director. Professor Wayne Stanley. p Dwight told me where I could find Wayne and I went over and had a little talk with him. Wayne told me he had married a little red-headed gal he met in college and she had encourag- ed him to be an orchestra leader. He said the orchestra was made up partly of his family and friends. His wife and four of his sons played in the orchestra. He also said his best violinist was Ruth Stout. Ruth came up while Wayne and 1 were talking and asked if we had heard the news about Mary Redman. She said Mary had been elected as the representative from the District of Walnut Township. She had been thrown out of Congress the first day for losing her temper in an argument with the Secretary of State. Richard William Pullen. Leaving Ruth and Wayne, 1 returned to the hotel. As 1 sat there thinking, I realized this would be a day I would never forget. 1 had either seen or heard about every member of the Class of Sl and l hoped they would fare as well in the next twenty years as they had in the last twenty. 10

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The Class History In the fall of 1939, the Magic Carpet of Education was unrolled before the Class of 1951. In the group to climb aboard for an exciting twelve year journey were: Pat Burke, Io Ward. Doris Williams, Jerry Harris, Jim Sabens, Dory Huffman, Ruth Stout, Charles Radford, and Wayne Stanley. - Starting as our guide was Mrs. Duncan, but Miss Norma Everhart finished the first year. The second year Miss Margaret Proffit replaced Miss Everhart and the carpet was sail- ing smoothly. Sailing became a little complicated when the third and fourth grades were brought together and Miss Irene Mills was the guide. Pat Burke fell off the carpet as we circled over Darlington. In the fourth grade the two classes, the third and fourth grades, were separated and Miss Mills was the leader for another year. Sue Baker joined us as we sailed over Oklahoma. The fifth grade brought a new adventure--two teachers. Mr. Max Barnett was head guide, while Mr. Denver Feltner assisted in Geography and History. Mary Redman jumped on the band wagon as we passed Jamestown and Stub Schultz decided to join us from Bob's Pool Room. In the sixth grade Mr. Feltner was head instructor while Mr. Barnett assisted in English and Literature. Pat Burke joined our little group once more. Our seventh year seemed to be the first exciting part of our long journey. We made the long non-stop trip to High School in New R oss. This year we picked up a whole host of in- structors and Mr. Barnett led our expedition. The eighth year proved to be much the same as the year before it. Mr. A. H. Beck took over as chief conductor with several assistants. Dwight Houser was picked up somewhere along the way. I believe it was in a candy and cigar store. Then we sailed straight into an airpocket. This was our big year. for we were now in High School and real celebrities fgreen freshiesl. Once more Mr. Barnett was our director and he helped us tofstart our candy sales. We now had a class treasury. Connie Turner was taken on the passenger list as we passed over Crawfordsville. The next year we landed on Sophomore Continent with Mr. John Cash as our guide. Our class treasury wasn't growing very rapidly so we struggled to sell burned popcorn and slaved diligently for a paper drive. Lois Ludwig came along to accompany us from Illinois. Only two years left to go as we sailed into Junior Island with Mr. Gerald Brown as our Commander-in-Chief. Now things were really starting to pop. First came Christmas card sales, then coke sales, then--the Junior-Senior reception, sponsored by us Juniors and agreed to be the best reception ever given in N. R. H. S. We had taken a little time in October to produce a Broadway hit, Babies Night Out, directed by Mrs. Mamie Cox. At last! the twelfth year. We landed in the Land of Sophisticated Seniors, governed by Mr. A. V. Purdue, who directed such important events as magazine sales and annual sales. Our pictures were taken and we proudly presented our composite to the halls of Ye Ole Alma Mater. In April we took time out for another smash hit, Brother Betty. again directed by Mrs. Cox. Also in April we were honored with a reception given by the Junior Class. We were rapidly nearing the end of our long and tiresome struggle. On April 29, the Baccalaureate was held at the New Ross Christian Church. April 30, Commencement exercises were held in the New Ross Gymnasium. The speaker was Dr. Ray Montgomery. On May 6, the class set out on one last trip together. This was to Washington, D. C. ---- by train. Our school days are now gone, but they will never be forgotten. They are the most pleasant of all our memories and will remain in our hearts forever. x 9

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Last Will and Testament of The Honorable Class of 1951 We, the Senior Class of 1951, will to the Senior Class of 1952 our pro- fessional ability to publish such a well-rounded edition as the Bluester and such a vivid ANNUAL as the Blue Jay. We, the class of 1951, do hereby bequeath to the Class of 1952 the follow- ing: I, Pat Burke. will to Rosie Fitzwater my long curls and to Jeanie Tharp, my ability to acquire an engagement ring. 1, Stub Schultz, will to Lucille Bailey my artistic talents so she may keep the halls of Ye Ole Alma Mater cheerfully decorated. I. Dory Huffman, will to Junie Henderson all my old flames so she won't be lonesome during her last days in N. R. H. S. and to Carol Bryant my yell leading position so she may cheer the Blue Jays to the County Championship in 1952 . l. Charley Radford, will to Jim McClure my quiet ways so there will be fewer broken arms and less rowdiness. I. .Terry Harris. will to Irma Paxton and Jo Day my carefree disposition and jokes so they may keep up the moral of their fellow classmen. l, Ruth Stout, will to Janis Todd my clarinet chair in the band so she may help the band to attain fame. I, Jim Sabens, will to Carolyn Shelley my ability to get A's in Government and hope she gets by as easy as l have. l, Doris Williams. will to Shirley Manning my intelligence and ability to study so that she may be valedictorian of the Class of 1952. l. Connie Turner. will to Jim Wright my Romeo traits so he will always have a woman on hand. I, Dwight Houser, will to Randy Garrett my Hadacol energy and loudness so he may be seen or heard throughout the building at all times. l, Mary Redman, will to Maggie Louks my figure so she may further attract the opposite sex. I, Wayne Stanley. will to Jack French my authority so he may make the Class of 1952 as prosperous as that of the Class of 1951. I, Lois Ludwig, will to Judy Edwards my quietness so N. R. H. S. will be a more quiet and peaceful place. 11