Palestine High School - Eagle Yearbook (Palestine, OH)

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CLASS PROPHE CY Nationwide Boxing Bout of Heavyweight State Champions To End Tomorrow was the headline of the May 19, 1956 issue of the Cincinnati Enquirer. And to think that I, Don Laux, was sitting there in my Fifth St. apartment, ready to compete in that bout as state champion of Ohio with the champion of Missouri. It just seemed like yesterday that I was a Senior of P. H. S. How I longed to see my fellow classmates! The bout was to begin at 6 o'clock P. M. and I made an extra effort to be there in due time. As I entered the ring, my manager, Richard Burden, jabbed me in the ribs and told me to look at the first two rows of reserved seats. I lmew then I would have to win so as not to disappoint my dear friends. Believe it or not, I proved to be the champ- ion of the nation in the beginning of the fourth round. I always did say that four was my lucky number. I sure remember my basketball suit of the Eagle Squad! After my victory, I felt like celebrating and so must my old classmates as they were in the ring with me, cheering and yelling as they did for the Eagles. I knew this called for a party so I invited them over to my apartment for a grand old celebration. All of my friends seemed to have changed so, except my brother-in-law, junior Marshall. He used to tell us that he had no other name but junior and believe it or not he still goes by the name of junior. Even his tree little daughters call him Daddy junior. As Richard had eaten everything in the house that was eatable, I decided I would have to go get some refreshments, so my old buddy, Fred Clark oiered his assistance. While driving down Fifth St., I thought there was no timelike the present to ask the question that kept popping in my mind. Fred, I said, Did you ever marry Ioan Cole? Nat- urally, said Fred, she finally caught me about three years ago. He informed me that he and Ioan had spent the last three years farming Cole's place. He had spent several years playing collegiate basketball and still helped the alumni of P. H. S. i.n their independ- ent games. And to my amazement, Bill Holland happens to be Fred's helper. Of course, whether they get much work done or not is beyond me, as I recall how Fred and Bill were so chummy and should I say lazy at school, especially in Bookkeeping Class. But neverthe- less they should manage somehow! After finally arriving back home once more, where my friends were really carrying on and having a wonderful time, Fred and I carried the things into the house and had the women get things ready while we men stepped into another part of the house to carry on like we used to in the good old days at P. H. S. Being alone made us feel like we wanted to have a good game of Euchre, and to my surprise, guess what, for my first partner I had Clarence Fowble. After playing and chat- ting a little while I asked Clarence what he was doing now. And I wasn't the least aston- ished when he told me he married that girl from over by Arcanum and was now deeply in the farming business. He said he was getting along fine and that he had his own eighty acre farm. But to my amazement Clarence had five children--but that wasn't so bad--only there were four boys and one girl--the poor kidl The card game was now coming to an end and of course, I and Clarence had to get up fthe losers always dol. Looking around I saw that they were one short over in the corner and I had the pleasure of having Daniel Hambone Jett for a partner. I asked Dan if he was married yet. He replied, No, suhl I ain't made up my mind yit. He told me he had been working at Richmond.

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It seemed I had talked only to the boys, so I thought I should not slight the girls any longer, therefore, I proceeded to find out the latest about the girls. Remember Pat Rex- rode--well. she was the first one I cornered and to my surprise she informed me that she was just a plainbookkeeperfor one of the Army Captains at Wright Field. I always knew she would end up doing accounting or something of the sort. Marcella Kelley astounded me by telling me that she was using her time in operating a beauty shoppe at Covington. Also, I should not forget that her three-year old daughter was of great help to her. She told me her husband's name but I had never had the honor of meeting him. I looked over at the big mirror and who should be standing there but Betsy Ferguson. Yes, you have guessed it, there she stood combing her hair. Her left hand showed up re- markably well as there was the largest diamond solitaire I have ever seen and the wedding ring was overflowing with diamonds. I didn't even have to ask her who the lucky fellow was as I remembered the pretty red sweater she used to wear at P. H. S. I was pleased to hear that she was living on a farm keeping house for her husband and her twins Ca boy and a girlj. I thought to myself how charming a housewife she would make. By this time, the music was going full swing and a very good piece was playing. Talking about hubba-hubba girls of 1946, there were Beverly and Donna Mae swinging out as they used to do at Palestine. After they had completed their dancing exhibition, they came over to talk. Guess what, Donna Mae finally settled down to Noel Marshall, after breaking many hearts. Can you imagine, she has three little girls and each of them are majorettes for the school band. About this time, Beverly said she thought Donna Mae had talked enough, and she must tell me about her charming husband, Debby. She was one of the lucky Seniors who was a june bride of 1946. Beverly told me of her two boys, one with blond hair and blue eyes and the other with black hair and brown eyes. The boys help with the work on their ZOO-acre farm. Talking about june weddings, Betty Bruner reminded me of her being the first of our class to tie the knot. Yes, Lester and she were married the night before graduation and as the most of the class seem to follow, they are farmers too. They have only one child and he looks like Betty. Probably we should have made our class motto The prospective farmers of 1946. Gloria, having married George Liette , was telling me how she and George had kept up the old I iette homestead and now they are living there. And you would never guess who their closest neighbor is, yes, Mary Ayette is living close by and she is just as athletic as ever. She has been teaching girls' physical education at the Palestine High School. She has a very sweet modern home and most of the lady teachers of P. H. S. room there. Ioan jones informed me that she had a very short distance to come as she also lives in Cincinnati. Phe has been a social worker in the town and she told me she had attended most of the boxing bouts. I was glad to hear that some of the class members had followed me. I just wonder though, if she wasn't a little interested in my manager as he has never married and Ioan didn't talk long as Richard was sitting on the divan waiting to talk to her. I noticed Evelyn F. was busy talking to Daniel and I wondered what all the interest was about. And who's name did you think I heard mentioned? None other than Timid. Of course we all knew who that was and Evelyn told me she still thought Tim to be pretty nice. She said, I haven't married, yet, Don, maybe there is still a chance.