Saratoga High School - Warrior Yearbook (Saratoga, IN)

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sound Bind and memory, do hereby make, and testament, hereby re- voking any will or wills heretofore made by us First: To the Saratoga School, as a whole we wish a speedy re- covery from the shock of r.ot seeing our smiling faces next year. Second: To the iaculty oi Saratoga we express our appreciation for their help, patience, and guidance. Third: To the Juniors we give with pleasure the north assemble seats. Fourth: To the Sophmores we will our ability to get along with each other. Fifth: To the Freshman we will our ability to get along with all the teachers. Sixth: As individuals we bequeath the following: I, Reva Carpenter, will my ability to stay away from Mr. Kern to Charlene Cultice; and my ability to hold my temper to Stanley Smiley. I, lorn Kalley, will my curly hair to David Kessler; and my speedy ways to Tom Summers. I, Lydia Hogg, will my quiet ways to Judy Halley; and my ability to keep the same man to Arta Barron. 1, Shirley Isenbarger, will my ability not to pop my chewing gum to Mary Warstler; and my typing ability to Joyce Barkdull. I, Carl Lake, will my slimness to Sonny Godwin; and my ability to grow a mustache to Leslie Barkdull. I, David Rossner, will my ability to skip school to any underclassman who thinks they can get away with it. I, Max Warstler, will my height to Bill Carpentei; and my ability to get in early to Dale Simmons. In witness whereof, we, the Saratoga Seniors, have set our hand and seal hereto this seventh day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred and fifty-two. (1952) CLASS PROPHECY Bob and I were on our way back from a business trip in Chicago, when one of us mentioned going through our old home town Saratoga. We wanted to see how the old town looked in 1967. The Pontiac, which Bob was driving, ran out of gas about two miles out on highway 3L. The farmer near-by called a gas station and told them to bring some gasoline to us. When he (excuse ME, it was she) brought the gasoline we found out it was our old friend Shirley Isenbarger. We chatted for over thirty minutes and found out that they owned a large gas station. Shirley wcs married to Bob Matchett and lives on the out- skirts of town ir. a small bungalow. She invited us for dinner but we couldn't accept because we wanted to see if we could find some of the other school-mates. Shirley told us the addresses of some of them amd then she left. Continued SIPE'S SERVICE Saratoga, Indiana PRATT'S BARBER SHOP Saratoga, Indiana

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We drove about a half-mile down the highway when we saw a hitch- hiker and stopped to pick him up. Much to our surprise it was Carl Lake. We gave a slight remark of why he was itch hiking. He said he was on his way back from Indianapolis, wheie he was seeing his fiancee. We knew he could hook a girl if he tried hard enough. He fixes radio and television sets for a large firm. We let him out on Main Street and he thanked us and was lost in the crowd in a second The city was crowded so we parked our car in a parking lot and started walking across the street to wheie Reva Carpenter was working as a secretary of her husoand's Plymouth-Lodge Firm. When we went up the elevator to her office, she was just walking out the door and we greeted her and went to lunch with her so we could talk about old times. We talked moie about Feva than old times but we had an interesting conversation. After we ordered our lunch Reva told us that she and her husband had been working at this firm for four years and that her husband was Jack Younger. Jack did most of the house- work because he was home more but he didn't complain much because she had him under her thumb. They had two sets of twins and lived in a large home on a hill. After eating lunch, Reva had to to back to her job. We just had enough money to psy for our lunch so we went to the nearest bank to cash a check. ’While we were cashing our check we saw a man with a newspaper over his face, (it looked like one day in English class), sitting back at a desk with his feet propped on top. We inquired who it was end to our astonishment it was Tom Halley We asked the clerk to see if he would talk to some old friends. He took us into his office end told us he was the president but he was planning to go to a larger bank in New York City. We asked him wheie Max was keeping himself and he said he owns a chain of Marsh Food Liners. We said good-by and went to see Max. By the time we got to his office it was time to close. While walking toward his car we asked him about himself. He tcld us he was married to Carolyn Marsh, which we figured because he owned the Marsh Food Liners, and that he hated to admit it but the more he talked the more we realized he was henpecked. When we reached his car it as parked in front of a large hotel where Max said Lydia was living. We went to the fifth floor and to Room 1C where Lydia answered the door. She asked us in to a lovely room where two little girls Ar- iSand a little boy were playing on the floor. We sst down and she y offered us lemonade and some cookies, then we talked and found out she was married to Junior Tingley, who was a taxi driver. She told us about the children and a few other things, -then we said we had to leave because we wouldn't get home if we didn't hustle. h As we were walking through the lobby we saw Lavid Rossner watch- ing the technicolor television set. We stopped only for a minute and asked him what he had been doing. He answered and said he was the bartender of the Rosie Bar , one of the largest, and that he was a bachelor. He also told us about some of the women he flirts with but he never seems to marry ary of them. We told him we had to hurry and were sorry we couldn't talk longer but we had to go. We hurried out the door and found out we were a long way from the parking lot, so we haileu a taxi and to our surprise it was Lydia' husband who drove us to the parking lot. We got into the car and were happy for the way everyone had made a success of themselves and of the way the city had grown with its airport, college, hotels, theaters, department stores, and all the many other buildings. We were sure the city could not have thrived so quickly if it had not been for the Senior Class of 1952. GETTINGER GULF SERVICE Winchester, Indiana MAC'S SERVICE Winchester, Indiana