Ringsted High School - Treasure Echoes Yearbook (Ringsted, IA)

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Mavis took us to a large laboratory where Gene and Harold were performing an exper4ment They were inventing some kind of liquid explosive vision, which when put in a person's eyes would cause the object seen to explode or drop dead This was especially useful in h1nt'ng No wonder the boys' always got their limit While Harold was explaining the process to us, Gene was putting some nto his eye Because of the tremendous strength of the new drug the celling dis appeared and suddenly a great gust of wind, causing an enormous suction carried us up 'nto the air and out of the bu'ld1ng We thought we were doomed for sure, but descending down from heaven was the, Angel of Mercy , Duane Moore, who gave each of ua a parachute which enabled us to reach the ground in safety We found ourselves in the wide open spaces with only a small ranch house in sight As we were walking toward the house we noticed a familiar figure working in the field There was Donald Heerdt slaving in the hot sun pitching hay Of course we wouldn't disturb him so we quietly walked past and joarneyed on down the raod All of a sudden we heard a strange no'se and there we saw a woman sitting half way up a flag oole with her black ha1r flying in the wind, hold ing a black and white striped kitty, and to too all things, she was singing at the too of her lungs, 'Come to me my melancholy baby, Come to me my dear ' Carol has always wanted to get up in this world, Kwho doesn't'D and we see that she has finally succeeded in doing so Walking on we spied a huge circus poster, telling about the ncatastropnie circus being held that day in a nearby town Craving some exciting recreation we hurried on As we entered the main gate we heard a familiar voice saying, 'Come one, you've seen Miss Cleo Goetsch She uses big bubbles, little bubbles, middle size bubbles It was David Jacobsen, the red headed, freckled faced boy from the old school days After we had seen the wonderful performance! we were hungry and seeing a cafe down the street, we strolled on down We were ver hungry after having traveled such a long way, so no ordered the cafe's spec'altv, Frog legs Our waitress was none other than Letha Sheely We remarked aboxt how good the frog legs were and Letha explained to us that they were so del4c1ous because a great surgeon, Dr Martha Peterson, raises these frogs During their growth she gives them a llquld substance, another of Dr Ostergaard's astounding drugs, which gives the meat such a delicious taste She specializes in tne correct way of cutting up these frogs, something she had learned in her old school days She then sends them to her brother, Maurice Peterson owner of the cafe Maurice, at the time was in the kitchen preparing More frog legs As long as we were in town we asked Letha 'f there was anything more that would be worth while to see She suggested gofng down the street to a large building where we wo1ld see a sight well worth our while We followed her advlce End whom should we see there but Leroy Hansen, Donald Jensen, and Paul Glasnapp hey were just boarding their rocket ship for a trip to Venus to see the beaut ful goddess They had made an earlier trip to Mars in a ship they had made This time they made it more streamlined and faster as they weren'g entirely satlsfiedsiththe first voyage They were just ready to take off, so we left them and went our way Soon a car with a loudspeaker drove by The voice sounded familiar, but we couldn't seem to place 1t 'Vote for Kenneth Petersen, next Presldent of the Un'ted States He ts dishonest, no taxes, no school, and will declare every day a holiday We were sure tlnt we knew the voice so we peeked into the car and there was Paul Jennings we were tired of walking so we hitched a r4de with Paul While riding along we came upon a quaint old school house, and there we got out , A 4 . , H - n n ' N N I a - I I9 come all, to see the beautlful bubble dancer. You haven't seen a good one until

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Ag we were nearing the door we heard some singing it wasn't oxr kind of s4ng4ng, ani we co1ldn't seem to figure it o1t So walking in to our amazement the teacher was Marlys B atrud She was just letting the kids olt for recess, so we sat down and had a chat with her We couldn't figure out the singing, so we asked her about it She said that strangely enough all the books were backwards, so they were sing'ng the'r song backwards Curiously we asked who the author was, and she replied, it was Bill Twait noted author and humorist We naturally understand then why everything was so screwy It was getting late so we had to be on our way Hearing the end of our Journey we came upon another gate which led u out of this land Above the gate was a fleecy pink cload upon whfch Jeanne Lund, of all people, was sitting She NIB speakin to an imaginary person, and in all sorts of languages Chinese, French German panisn and many others She always had such great 1nterest in foreign coxntrfes, and was practicing her languages for her future trip abroad We dfdn't wish to disturb her, so we left her there floating awav on the pink cloud As she disappeared from sight we In the distance there could be heard very dim music which gradually got loud er and louder as we walked on Suddenly the big bass drum gave forth a terrific boom, and I found myself setting once again in the b'g cgmfgrtable chair beside the television set I have a great sigh of relief and peace as I finally had learned what had happened to the class of '53, and now y6u know too Jf if ,,f could see that she was writing something ln a book. J. to 1 If JN 01:4 ,. fl' . . I O I A ff' V z',