Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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especially proud of the Y’s swimming captain, Howard Rhodes, who two years ago broke the world 220 free style record. I get around in the athletic world. Just a few weeks ago, I remember seeing Dick Smith. You know that he and his brother, Don are playing right and left guard respectively for the New York Giants football team. Dick was buying tickets to the New York Symphony. The program featured two of his former classmates. Julietta Jayne and Helen Huber, who were featured in their famous “Duet for Saxaphone and Cymbal.” Say, here I am in some woman’s billfold. We’re going somewhere because she just stepped into a Lincoln Continental. Well, we must be where she is going. I’m being placed on a table and, as 1 look around me, I see Jane Merrimac, Phyliss Tieman, and Howard Thompson. A high shrill voice comes from behind me and as I turn around, I study Lee Swanson’s intent face. He is telling Jane s past, present, and future. He’s saying, “You have been very closely associated with a tall, dark, man with a deep voice.” “Yes, I’ve been married to him for four years. In a few days, the octette, in which he is a 2nd base, is going on a nationwide tour.” Phyliss Tieman plays an eerie note because she is paid to provide a weird atmosphere; and Howard Thompson, in chauffer’s uniform, rushes to the Lincoln to drive Jane home. Lee picks me up and we go for a walk. He drifts into Cleary’s Cleaning Shop. lt‘s a shoe shining shop operated by women and for men only. The owner, Pat Cleary, is lucky to have two expert shiners, Mary Rich and Mary Piatt. The bookkeeping is done by Kay Carson, who now has her C.P.A. rating. I help pay for Lee’s shine and am immediately picked up. I didn’t get a chance to see who it was, but we ’re going somewhere. Oh-now I see. It’s Mattingly and Stagen’s Institute for the Betterment of Square Dancing. Speaking of institutes makes me think of an article in a paper I saw at that news stand. It read: ‘Graduated after four years of intensive study at the Arizona Historical Institute was Julia Horridge, who made the following statement, “I just wanted to learn it.” Another person, whom I remember was connected with an institute, is Mildred Kuntz, who is a nurse at the Nut-Hut Institute of Sanity. Say-just look over in the corner. That’s Evie Weburg, and she’s teaching exercises to girls who wish to lose weight. Evelyn is quite different. It seems teaching the exercises has accomplished something. When I was talking about athletics a few minutes ago, I forgot to mention that Vera Reynolds and Doris Watson are playing women’s professional basket- ball. Isn’t it surprising what happens to some people? My greatest surprise was about a month ago when I learned that Norma Boyer had become mayor of the city of Ludlow, and in two days she was sued by Evelyn Sypult for forcing her to install television. Good grief, here I go again. Mona Stagen just picked me up and is leaving. I seem to be always on the go. She’s stepping into a taxi. With a roar we’re off, and after a few blocks of swift swerves, sudden starts and stop, and much squeak- ing of brakes I’m handed with some other coins to the driver with the caustic remark, “Wayne Natterstad, you are the worst driver I ever saw.” Wayne ponders a moment then laughs and replies as we roar off, “What’s eatin’ You? I didn’t hit nothing’ .” But we just hit a new Pontiac, and who should crawl out but Bob Plackett in a well-tailored suit. His first remark is, oddly enough, “Now my wife will wonder why I don’t come home for dinner on time.” That’s all I heard because I fell out of Wayne’s pocket, and I’m right back where I started from—on a New York street. Gee, Jo Ann Griswold just picked me up and put me into her coat pocket. We’re going into a shop, and now Jo Ann is removing her coat. She say’s “Louise, Continued on page 51

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Ptiapitecy Legs! Legs! Legs! That’s all I’ve seen for the past two days. I’m a penny and I’m now lying on a sidewalk in New York. It is located in front of a model- ing agency. Say, those legs look familiar. Surely it’s Elizabeth Stanford and, judging by the mink coat she’s wearing, she is doing quite well. Maybe she’s a show girl in that new Broadway hit, in which Robert Cottrell is playing. He has the lead of “Augie” in The Station is my Hangout. Costume supervision for this production is by Leo. Those are the initials of Lois Evelyn Ogle, and she has introduced some revolutionary changes in dress. Say, here comes a good-looking grin followed by a fellow. He just stepped out of the shop over which is written “McCabe’s Muscle Molding.” I wish somebody would pick me up. Oh! There’s an intelligent looking per- son. He should see me—at least he’s peering intently at the sidewalk. It’s that famous detective, Don Karr. I emember him because I was in a garter-money belt that he recovered. Darn, he passed me by but here comes a truck. The driver keeps brushing the long strawlike hair out of his eyes and now I see that it’s Harold Van Derryt. He has a big, black cat sitting beside him. Gee, the cat was there. Suddenly it let out a blood-curdling yell, made a vertical ascent of three feet, and hit the ground with its legs in a rotary motion called running. Yes, you might know, it’s that old familiar figure, John Cameron, the cat hunter, flitting along. That reminds me of the time I went with Wilbur Kelly, the elephant hunter, on one of his trips. He threw me to the natives off the coast of Liberia, but, funny thing, a native didn’t pick me up. It was Pat O’Hare, whom 1 later heard tell Staney Nelson, a missionary, that he was just fulfilling some of his secret desires. Say, somebody is picking me up. I don’t know who it is, but I can tell that I’m in a pocketbook, and, from the noise, she must have boarded a streetcar. She’s talking to someone with a low tone. It sounds familiar. Listen! “Joanne, you look all worn out.” “Yes, I am, Virginia. I’ve been downtown all afternoon, and I have to hurry home because my two future Dodgers are coming home at four o’clock. “One is called “D” and the other, “J.” How is your braiding business coming along?” “Just fine. We call it “Ingold’s Twisting Shop.” Oh, this is where I get off. “Bye.” “Goodbye.” Virginia steps off the car and pulls me from her purse to pay for a New York Herald. I guess she was attracted hy the headline “Fifth Avenue Socialite Tops Elsa Maxwell.” It refers to Patti Hamm’s latest party in her swank penthouse. The columnist says that Robert Miller’s concussion band provided the soft, dreamy, mood. Say-there’s a story about two somewhat cracked scientists by the name of Eddie Dickey and George Merrimac, who were severely injured in a chemical explosion. They were experimenting, and George said, “Go on, pour it in, Edward. It won’t explode.” Say, the guy, who’s running this paper stand, surely looks familiar. He has the same distinguished sideburns—and yes, there’s the sample calling card on the counter. It’s Frankin Oyer. This is a busy corner. I wonder why that crowd is across the street. Oh, there’s the cause of it all. Maurine Rutledge is modeling the famous S and R nylon swimming suit. The S stands for Vernon Saldeen, who supplies the chemi- cal formula and the B is Lemuel Burklund, who has charge of all lady customers. Speaking of swimming suits reminds me of Wayne Hileman. He manages the New York Y.M.C.A. and can now swim without shirking any of his duties. He’s

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fJu+UosiA Officers: President—Hubert Carlson Vice-President—Carol Johnson Secretary—Marilyn Swanson Treasurer—Lois Hileman Student Council Representatives: Rita Arnold Dean Meece Advisers: Mrs. Burton Miss Scott l irst Row: Albrecht, Elinore; Anderson, Evelyn; Anderson, Wanda; Arnold, Rita; Ber«, Betty; Bonnen, Shirley; Buhrmaster, Betty; Burklund, Arnold. Second Row: Burklund, Arlys; Burton, Sally; Carleton, Don; Carlson, Hubert; Copeland, Lela; Cookson, Charles; Ford, June; Frederick, Jo Ann. third Row: Frederick, Marilyn; Graham, Rose; Gustafson, Allen; Hartman, Beverly; Hileman, Lois; Hinton, Phyllis; Johnson, Carol; Johnson, Mary. Fourth Row: Jones, Verna; Kennedy, Beverly; King, Donna; Kingren, Jean; Lind, Carl; Logan, Billie; Mabry, John; Niccum, Gene. Fifth Rote: Nuss, Edward; Okey, Warren; Parker, Dottie; Peterson, Palmon; Piatt, Denver; Picket, Phyllis; Rasmus, Bob; Redenius, Barbara. Sixth Row: Riggle, Jerry; Rutledge, Dwight; Samuelson, John; Shilts, Maurice; Stagen, Joan; Stevens, Joan; Swanson, Cynthia; Swanson, Marilyn. Seventh Row: Sypult, Norma; Tagg, Stanley; Terrill, Everett; Thomas, Bette; Wolfe, Daryl; Woodworth, Margaret; Tappan, Margaret; Young, Nelle Rose. Absent: Beatty, Russell; Cresse, Reed; Gentry, George; Meece, Dean; Munt, George; Nuss, Harold; Olson, Alfred; Fuoss, Maurice.