Plattsmouth High School - Plattonian Yearbook (Plattsmouth, NE)

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CLASS PROPHECY (Cont’d.) Hickaypoo, Africa, trying to convert the natives, with Evelyn Allen as chief Sunday school teacher. It seemed Joanne Cecil was a private eye for Scotland Yards, and Mary Frans was the proud owner of a banana plantation in Peru. She specializes in banana glue. It’s absolutely guaranteed to glue prefabricated houses together. The magic carpet’s next landing was in Dry Gulch, Nevada. There Stanley found Nancy Tritsch as the proprietor of the Gold Nugget Saloon. As he walked through its swinging doors, a shot rang out and another varmit bit the dust. Stanley peered down into the lifeless face of the victim and saw that it was Ron Eiserman, the slickest, smoothest gambler west of the Mississippi. Vic Volkart, bartender, dragged Ronnie out so he wouldn t clutter up the place. Mary Leona Bintner was keeping everything lively by sitting on top of the piano and singing, “I’m Only a Bird in a Gilded Cage’’ to the tinkly piano playing of George Born. George is a prospector. He hasn’t struck it rich yet, but he never gives up hope. Stanley’s next stop was Paris. Here he found Geraldine Wood working in a cabaret as an Egyptian Hootchy Kootchy dancer. Joyce Fauquet was the talk of the town. She had just won an award for being the best artist of the century. It was horse racing season in Paris and Stanley decided to take in the races. At the ticket counter was Annette Troop and Marilyn Koukal. They had both gotten jobs as secretaries in Washington and were now married to the U. S. ambassador to France, Bob Wondra. In France it is not illegal to be a bigamist and Bob took advantage of that fact. A nan in a derby hat and yellow and red plaid suit came up to Stanley and told him he had a hot tip on the race. He looked something like Coonie Kennell. “Bet on Aunt Martha’s Hangnail in the 1st.’’ Stanley couldn’t resist, so he placed a bet with a shady looking character at the ticket window. Carol Haase made a fortune off the tourists who fell for the gag. The winner of the first race was Grandma’s Wisdom Tooth, ridden by Jennifee Short, the only woman jockey alive. She had won the Kentucky Derby for ten consecutive years for the Green Mountain Stables, owned by Marilynn Stoehr. Stanley, being quite disgusted at himself for being “took”, decided it was time he just gave up and went home. The carpet deposited him safely on his door step and flew back to its owner, Ronald Hunt, the Sultan of Turkey. £k M. —17—

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CLASS FROFHECY (Cont’d.) he would have turned and run out the nearest exit as fast as he could go, but the lovely models turning on the platform completely fascinated him. He went closer to get a better look. Among these lovely girls he recognized Shirley Morehead, Ruth Warga, and Marlene Albin. Ruth and Shirley were still single and having a wonderful time, but Marlene had married Dick and had to work to feed her seven children. Stanley had a bad habit of getting lost in big cities and had to ask a policeman where he was. ‘‘Whatcha want, ya jerk?’’ the cop yelled at him. ‘‘What’s the matter, Ivar, don’t you remember good old Stan?’’ It was Ivar Bomberg, who is now living in Brooklyn. He had two tickets to the ball game that afternoon and asked Stan if he would go with him. The Dodgers were playing the Giants and Ivar was a very emphatic Brooklyn fan. Stanley, not being up on his baseball, was much surprised to see that the manager of the Giants was Marion Tritsch. ‘‘Play ball!’’ yelled the umpire. You couldn’t mistake that voice anywhere. It was Marilyn Warga, first lady umpire--she calls them like she sees them--she must be blind as a bat. The team came out on the field and the fans went wild. Gerald Wood, all time great pitcher, received a tre- mendous welcome from the crowd, as did Everett ‘‘hone run’’ Markey and Bob ‘‘take a base” Richter. Bob was voted the most valuable player in 1961. Bill Roloff was head bat boy. One enthusiastic fan kept beating Stan on the head with an empty pop bottle. It was Deloris Schroeder. Just as he was beginning to get interested in the game, a fly ball, hit by old ‘‘home run Markey”, hit our hero in a very tender spot, his head. When Stanley woke up he was in a hospital room with the famous brain surgeon, Dr. John Kriskey. He diagnozed the case as a dislocated cerebellum, which was nothing serious--thank heavens. Stanley had had quite enough of the New York life and de- cided it was tine to hit the carpet again. The next time he landed, he found himself in Hollywood, California. There he found Sherrill Wondra and Hodge Eaton taking Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis’ place as top commedians. Gerald Otterstein had just won an oscar for his portrayal of the butler in that great mystery, ‘‘The Corpse In The Pickle Barrel’’--a real thriller. Stanley stopped at the corner of Hollywood and Vine to buy a paper from paper boy, Eugene Spangler, when he noticed another familiar face. It was Fred Schroeder standing on a corner (windy of course) whistling at the girls--he certainly hasn’t changed much in ten years. There on the wall behind him was a huge billboard advertis- ing wrestling tonight. The main bout was Lady champion of the world, Barbara Alkire vs. Joann Henry, top contender for Barbara’s crown. Should be a good match, and Stanley wished he would have had time to make it before climbing back on his magic carpet. It set him down in Qnaha. The first person he saw was Jack Todd. Jack had just flown in from Texas to buy a thousand head of cattle for his little old ranch. He had brought his top hands, Don Karr and Dick Coffelt along just for company. Stanley asked Jack if he knew the whereabouts of any more of their graduating class. Jack said he had heard that Imogene Schiber had married a preacher and was living in (Continued on Page 17) —16—

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eh nma We, the Seniors of P. H. S., being of comparatively sound minds, do hereby, in this year of 1952, make our last will and testament. I, Marlene Albin, do hereby will my ability to be quiet in the halls to Marceline Hamling. I, Barbara Alkire, do hereby will my violent laughter to Jim Graves. I, Evelyn Allen, do hereby will this thought to anyone who will accept it. ‘‘When the world has turned you down and there’s no one to be found, don’t give up,look up.’’ I, Glenda Arnold, do hereby will my ability to be the last one with a permit to get out sixth period study hall to Billie June Spidell. I, Charles Aylor, do hereby will my ability to squeak whenever somebody asks me if I am a man or a mouse, to Coach Stewart. I, Grace Berlett, do hereby will my ability to mind my own business to all the teachers who want to know all the details on why you weren’t at school one day. I, Mary Leona Bintner, do hereby will my friendliness to all the bashful boys I know. I, Ivan Bomberg, do hereby will my disinterested attitude toward girls to John Blotzer. I, Marie Bashus, do hereby will my cheerleading ability to Ruby Wilson. I, George Born, do hereby will Barbara Sullivan back to myself for future refer- ence . I, Joanne Cecil, do hereby will my ability to drive like a fairly sane person to all of the hot-rodders left at P. H. S. I, Stanley Cole, do hereby will my ability to play basketball to George Exline. I, Dick Coffelt, do hereby will my ability to keep my mouth shut to Ray Sprieck. I, Joyce Fauquet, do hereby will my drawing ability to all those artists who like to carve on desks. I, Hodge Eaton, do hereby will my big wide shoulders to Bob Wagner. I, Mary Frans, do hereby will my ability to sneak out of class without being caught to Harold Wagner. I, Ron Eiserman, do hereby will my hot-rod ability to Loran Kaffenberger. I, Bob Embury, do hereby will my ability to out run the law and stay out of court to Loran Topliff. I, Carol Haase, do hereby will my job at Soenichsen’s to Wayne Wiles. I, Don Haden, do hereby will my nickname ‘‘Sadie’’ to Harold Demaree. I, Joann Henry, do hereby will my slimness to Phyllis Schiesle. I, Bill Hobson, do hereby will my horn-riimied glasses to anyone who likes to see where they are going. I, John Horn, do hereby will my ability to get out of study hall to Jay Dee Druecker. I, Ron Hunt, do hereby will my tendency to be a flirt to Elwood Johnson. I, Janice Hutton, do hereby will one slightly used toni home permanent kit to ‘‘Curley’’ Shields so he can live up to his name. I, Don Karr, do hereby will my bookworm tendency to John Ahrens. I, Clifford Kennell, do hereby will my position as co-captain of basketball to Bill Weaver. I, John Kriskey, do hereby will my two years of math credits back to Joe York. I, Phyllis Lehnst, do hereby will my job in 4th period office to Margaret Barr. I, Mary Jo Lohnes, do hereby will my poodle hair cut to Mr. Friest. I, Jean Lutz, do hereby will my ability to take shorthand at 100 words a minute to Jean Schubeck. 18