Rockville High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Rockville, IN)

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Harold Wimmer in the uniform of a traffic cop. He summoned an ambulance which arrived in a few minutes driven by Delbert Smith. A trim little nurse, Margaret Fultz, accompanied us to the hospital. we were checked over by a fat, baldheaded, red-faced doctor. we were greatly surprized to learn that he was another school friend, Doc McManimie. Fortunately we were not injured except for a few minor scratches and bruises, so he released us. Since he said he was going to lunch, we decided we were hungry too. Leaving the hospital we walked a few blocks to the WNifty Cafen, noticing that the pro- prietor was named Lightle. We asked the waitress who this man was and she explained that he was a classmate of hers, Dick Lightle and introduced her- self as Jean Lewis. We ordered our lunch and while waiting for our food started talking over school days. In a short time, Proprietor Lightle joined us and told us that he had gotten so tired of mopping floors in HSevillesW that he decided to have his own restaurant. He also said that a few days ago, Charles Havey came in to see him. Of course everyone knew who Mr. Havey was and Dick considered it a great honor to have such a noted artist come there. He said Charles had just come back from Paris where he had been studying. we then asked about some of the girls of the class. A- mong Dick, Dr. Mc and Jean we found out that: Dolores Clark, in spite of her life long declaration that she'd never live on a fann is now living on one near Bloomingdale, Indiana. She has developed a great fondness for birds, her favorite being the HJayH bird. Joan Kent is now busy housekeeping on a farm near Bloomingdale. Then we thought of our little Doris Alexander. No one ever thought that Doris Ann would ever be agriculture minded but she is now quite content raising little Htaters.N As we were preparing to leave the restaurant, we decided to go to New York for the night. The others declined our invitation to go as they de- clared that they were too busy. We departed and before we knew it we were in New York. There as we were walking down Fifth Avenue, before our eyes we saw a brilliantly lighted sign, saying that some Richard Rozhon and his orchestra were now playing. Wondering if it could be our own silver-throated trumpeter of high school days, we decided to go in and find out. Not only was it he but also there was -Bill Stover really swinging it as usual. The spotlight was thrown on the stage and a lovely soloist stepped up to sing. It was Betty Hobson singing in her same sweet voice. We left the night club early because we had rooms reserved at the Statler Hotel in Washington. we arrived in Washington quite late and went immediately to our hotel. As we entered, the receptionist, came to greetus. we thought we recognized that walk, It was Rozelle Jeffries. She called a bellboy to take us to our rooms. As soon as he spoke we knew it was J - o - h - n S - w - a - i - m. That drawl still lingered. The next morning we awoke bright and early and since it was Sunday we decided to go to church. We went to a nice suburban one. No one was sur- prised to learn that Paul Insley was the minister. Eweryone thought HPimU would end up as a preacher. After church, as we mingled with other people, Rev. Insley came back to us and talked with us. With him was Carol Cronk. Carol said that he was now living on a truck fann near Alexandria, Va. and was in Washington for the week-end. Later, as we were walking down the street, a very smartly dressed lady came out of an apartment house. It was Edna DePlanty. Her chauffer went in to get her luggage and we learned from her that she was going aboard fora few years, She asked us to accompany her to the ship. On the way down to the port we had a most pleasant visit with her.

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exercises. They also collected a lot of happy memories at the various dances given by the different clubs and spent just a little time wondering what had happened to the last twelve years and just how R. H. S. proposes to get along without them. But they didn't bother themselves with such trivialities for very long and soon they were the grads of 'h6. The grad- uates of the original class are: Dick Collings Harold Haughee Ralph Pinegar Dick Lightle Wilbur Overpeck Richard Rozhon Delbert Smith The other graduates are: Dick Cantor Doris Alexander Bill Stover Paul Insley Dolores Clark Wilburn McManrnie Nelan Thompson John Swaim Margaret Fultz Betty Hobson Sue Hunnicutt Joan Kent Jean Lewis Polly Ward Harry Swaim Edna DePlanty Harold Wimmer Rozelle Jeffries Charles Havey Carrol Cronk Samoa Cmiss PRQPHECY While browsing around the Rockville Library, we came upon the annual of 19h6. Leafing through the pages, we happened to glance up and whom should we see but Harold Haughee, who was home on a visit. He tells us that he is now Athletic coach at Georgia Tech. He says the climate agrees with him and he loves those Georgia NPeaches!U We chatted awhile and then went back to looking at the pictures in the annual. We came upon the picture of Ralph Pinegar, Ralph and Harold were star football players a few years ago and now Ralph is a professional touring the world with great success. We decided to do a little window shopping and whom should we see dressing the window of the very exclusive dress shop but Sue Hunnicutt. we ventured in and she informed us that this was her own private enterprise. After visiting with Miss Hunnicutt for a few minutes, we decided to go to Chicago. We walked a few blocks to the airport and upon entering the plane, who should greet us but Polly Ward. She was dressed in the trim unifonn of an air hostess seats, the pilot ately reminded us stewardess who he said he liked the and looked very attractive. After being settled in our walked through the plane. He had red hair. This immedi- of the class president of the class of l9b6. we asked'de was and she informed us that it was Nelan Thompson. She air Corps so well that when he was discharged, he immedi- ately started working for Pan-American Airways. The trip to Chicago was spent very happily, because we happened to glance across the isle and see Harry Swaim. He was earring a large portfolio, which led us to believe he was a business man. We started chatting with him and found that he was manager of the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. l The plane landed and we went into a telephone booth and called a taxi. When it arrived, who should the driver be, but Dick Collings. He must have thought he was still driving the jeep because he went through down town Chicago like a whirlwind. It happened almost too quick to see it, but all of a sudden there was a crash. Well we might have known it would be Bill Overpeck, still driving at the break-neck speed of his high school days. There was a mad scramble and who should step in to straighten things out but

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As she started to go aboard, the commander came down the gang plank. No one could mistake that curly hair. It was Dick Canter, Dick said thatkm was now commander of the UQueen Beverly.H Then after talking a while Edna and Dick left and we decided that we too should be leaving. On our trip back home we thought of the wonderful week-end we had had and hoped for many more as entertaining. --The Junior Class - 0 - -- SENIOR VV! LL- 'Twas the night before graduation When all through the school building, Not a creature was stirring ----- only Homer Qor so he thoughtl. M l What respectable janitors don't get away with these d ys. Who would have thought that Homer, good old Homer, would hustle about sweeping dirt under radiators as he is doing now. Why, he is even blowing his breath on the windows and writing his name in the steam. But he soon gives up that joy and begins hustling about picking up the many spit balls, paper wads, and straight pins from the floor. That proves to be quite a job and he is becoming slightly tired so he slowly begins whistling NHow Dry I amu as he moves through the cluttered aisles to the messy library and sits down to gaze contentedly at the latest edition of Esquire which he removes from be- hind that large Emily Post book. He just knew he saw Mr. Sears stick it there during the lst. period whe he thought no one was looking. Oh, what a wonderful magazine! Just look at those legs! Which reminds him of the drumstick in his sandwich he hid this morning. He cautiously takes down that big green book nwbrlds Oldest Reptilesn and there he sees his Dagwood special complete with drumstick, lettuce, mayonaise, peanut butter, catsup and cheese just as he left it. After munching on his delicious sandwich and looking at the world's most beautiful legs Qin his magazinelhe feels quite refreshed. But what is he going to do now? Why, he is sitting down at the piano and professionally picking out NBoogie Woogien just the way Mr. Noble taught him to do last evening after school Oh, to be able to cut a rug like that man Noble! But he hears a noise, a loud, harsh sobbing. Why, what could it be at this hour. The weeping grows more intense so he moves about to investigate. He slowly mounts the stairs. As he opens the door of room nine he has a sharp intake of breath and his eyes spring from their sockets. Why,it's the seniors! They've written their will to old R. H. S. and even though they would never admit it, they are beginning to hate to say good bye to the best school, and the best teachers, and the best students in the country. Well, since he is here he might as well read their last tribute to old R. H. S. so here is what they've written: I, Richard Rozhon, who has given up parkin Leave that right to Jimmy Hartman. I, Bill Stover, of apple polishing fame Leave to Paul Cottrell the very same. I, Ralph Pinegar, so handsome and tall Leave my matrimonial intentions to Kenny Hall. I, Joan Kent, with speaking ability to spare Leave it all to Sue Snowden without a care,