Saratoga High School - Warrior Yearbook (Saratoga, IN)

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CLASS PROPHESY As the giant stratoliner soared up and away from La Quardia Field, New York City, the stewardess, busily engaged in making the passengers comfortable, came toward us and we immediately recognized her as Janice Wagner. The twinkle in her eye came about because the pilot of the plane we were on was Dale Simmons, her old high school sweetheart. Dale had been a Jet pilot in the Air Force, stationed at the South Pole for the past few years. After talking to her a while, she told us that across the aisle from our compartment was Judy Halley, so we hurried across to talk to our old school chum, for Janice told us that we were all headed for the same destination, Saratoga, Indiana. This was the year 1965 and the old Toga was now a booming metrop- olis of 500,000 people Just all because one fine spring day in 1955 Ara Huber struck oil while digging holes for raspberry bushes in his garden. Mr. Huber was now fabulously wealthy and was president emeritus of Huber University which had an enrollment of over 10,000 students. We learned we had quite a few acquaintances at H.U for Jean Shierling was Dean of Women, Robert Schlechty was head of the department of Mathematics, and Mrs. Mildred Shierling had recently retired from her office as head of the English Department. In further discussion we revealed to Judy that we, the team of Charlotte and Les, better known to her as Charlotte Cultice and Leslie Barkdull, were on our way to play an engagement at the famous 52 Spot, renouned nite club of the Midwest, which was owned by Jerry Ison. He had purchased it with funds resulting from his being star pitcher for the New York Yankees. Judy told us her mission to Saratoga was to secure a story for her paper, the New York Daily Mirror, about the mysterious death of the husband of the former Odema Girton, owner of Sac's of Fourth Avenue. Arriving at the airport we saw the Mayor and Chief of Police coming toward us. And believe it or not, we recognized the mayor as Bob, who was now His Honor Robert Edwards, and the Chief of Police was Gene Jackson. After the proper greetings had been exchanged we immediately hailed a taxi, asking the driver to tell us where we could find a car rental agency. As he turned around to tell us, we saw it was another of our old buddies, Stanley Smiley. While driving down town he explained to us that he was driving the taxi in place of the regular driver who was sick. Stanley said he was the owner of the Speed First, Safety Last Taxi Company. Pulling to the curb he told us we could rent a car here. Going inside the mammoth Ford garage we happened to meet the owner, who stood with his hands in his pockets and puffed on a big cigar. And who was this? Another friend of ours, Donald Whittbd. After chatting a while, we loft for the Statler Hotel, where, we discovered, we were all staying. Deciding to Join in on the excitement, we accompanied Judy to the hospital where she was to consult the doctor and nurse who were in charge of the case. Arriving at the hospital we were very surprised when we were met by Dr. Elvln M. Powers and head nurse, Joyce Barkdull. From them Judy obtained part of the information she was after. The next morning being Sunday, we attended 11:00 services at the Third Street Christian Church. Hearing the church bells as we entered, we looked around and pulling the rope with all his strength was our old History teacher, Eugene Horton. He told us he had been ringing the bells every Sunday for the past ten years. We were delighted for the speaker that morning was Rev. Howard B. Castle Ll.D. Howard was making quite a name for himself as an evan- gelist, the Billy Sunday of our generation. While dining at the hotel, Judy received a telephone call from Chief Gene Jackson. The case was solved. A Mr. Charles Fullhart had