Spencerville High School - Spenconian Yearbook (Spencerville, IN)

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SENIOR PROPHECY This question has often been asked the Seniors on their Commencement Day: Where will you be and what'will you be ten years from today? We Juniors will climb aboard our flying saucer, set the controls for the year 1962, and answer for them. There is a big roar, and we're off. As we glide over the cities and towns, our magic saucer steers us toward Indianapolis, the home of America's greatest professional basketball team. Our attention is immediately drawn to one spectacular neon sign, announcing the final National Championship ball game and the name of the star player-- RAYMOND RUSH CARNAI-IAN, At this point our magic saucer lands in front of the box office of the gym. As we step up to buy our tickets, we see a familiar face behind the window. It's Eddie Hook! In answer to our startled looks, Ed says that he took this part-time job of selling tickets because his job of coaching a Junior High team didn't pay enough to feed and clothe his wife, the former Margery Holla- baugh, and their triplets. Midge has taken a job on the side of taking in washings also. One of her best customers is Gloria Steward, who has been writing the newspaper column, Advice to the Love Lorn. Besides the newspaper column to keep her busy, she has been seeing a lot of the famous muscle builder, Arles Catles, formerly known as Billy Wilder. He has developed his muscles until now he is known as Mr. Physique of 1962. While we are waiting for game time, let's go into this restaurant to get something to eat. Well, what do you know? There's Jim Knop, flipping hotcakes behind the counter. He's pretty good at it, too! As we sit down, Jim comes over to say hello to us. Well, Jim, so you've been visiting John Witt on his ranch in Colorado? Yeah, he says, as his bow-legs wobble back to the grill, but never again! We'll have to visit John when we continue our journey. It is now 11:30 p. m. and the Championship game is over. Big Ray racked up 56 points for his team tonight and won the game! Now 4 a. m. and back on board the flying saucer! Our course is due west from Indianapolis and we're headed for the open range. Oh, oh, what's that huge structure looming up in front? A new expansion bridge across the Mississippi River, and as the dawn breaks, we hear the foreman shouting instructions from a high ramp at the top of the bridge. It's none other than our old friend, Dale Butler. Dale sees us and waves, but he's too busy to stop and chat. He's going full speed, as usual. At twilight we enter Denver just in time to get into a big, new super market to buy some groceries for our evening meal. There, in all her glory, is the manager of the store, Bonnie Furnish. Right next door to Bonnie's supermarket we see a Joke and Novelty Shop. This should be interesting, let's go in. Oooops! As we open the door a sheet falls over our heads and we hear the hearty laughter of the proprietor, Jerry Baker. Well, we might have known that Jerry would be in this sort of business. Never a dull moment with Jerry around! We stop at the first motel we see and who should be the owner but Peggy Romine. It's such a cozy place, too, so we'll stay for the night. It's morning! Sponsored by VIRGIL HAGERTY, Auburn, Indiana 18

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CLASS Wlll FOR 1952 TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: We, the Seniors of the Class of 1952, Spencerville High School, Spencer Township, DeKalb County, State of Indiana, being of sound mind and body do draw up and leave with our sincere wishes for the future happiness this ---our last will and testament. ARTICLE I INDIVIDUAL WILLS: I, Edward Hook, will my future to Adair Reed. I, Arthur Warner, will my fishing ability to Dorothy Nusbaum so she can catch a good sucker. fGood fishing Dortj. I, Madolyn Reid, will my love for dancing to Wade Fry. flf it's possible to move those size lO'sQ. I, Shirley Ritenour, will my ability to keep from blushing to Donald Sheefel. I, Peggy Romine, will my ability to catch a man to Ruth Friend. I, Patricia Timmerman, will my ability to go only with one boy to Imogene Conley. I, Helen Surfus, will my ability to get married young to Frank Dwyer. I, Margery Hollabaugh, will my driving ability to Nancy Vendrely so she will keep from running red lights. I, James Knop, will my running ability to Wade Fry so he can keep out of trouble and away from the gals. I, Jerry Baker, will my ability to stay out of trouble in Mr. Calbeck's classes to Norman Weible. You'll need it. I, John Witt, will my ability to be a bachelor to Norman Weible. I, Raymond Carnahan, will my ability to stay in training to Pete Timmer- man. I, Carolyn Kimes, will my brown eyes to Howard fPeteJ Timmerman so that he may see the things as I have seen them and get the CHARGE I have received. I, Jack Haas, will my ability to stay away from girls to Dick Conley. I, Gloria Steward, will my ability in shorthand to Bonnie Noack. I, Bonnie Furnish, will my ability to work in Walter's Grocery to Betty Witt, since her interests form around St. Joe. I, Dale Butler, will my ability in WOOING the gals to Dale Warstler. I, Pat Akey, will my tiny feet to Frank Dwyer providing he uses them for jitterbugging only. ARTICLE II TO THE FACULTY: We, the Seniors of 1952, bequeath to the faithful faculty wardens a can of luminous paint to keep them bright, our outgrown uniforms, soiled canasta decks, dilapidated answer books and all our debts for them to divide equally. ARTICLE III To all of our mates not mentioned above, we leave a pack of rubber bands to give them snappy ideas, all second hand chewing gum left underneath the desks, torn text books, and all the pencils, pens, erasers, papers that we have borrowed during this year of school. Last but not least we will them our good reputation. You lucky devils. H ARTICLE IV Knowing that our days of schooling are numbered, we hereby request that our desires be carried to the fullest extent. Sworn to and attested by this day of May, Sponsored by LEAS' SUPER MARKET, Auburn, Indiana 17

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Everybody up! We're on our way to San Francisco, the home of the Golden Gate Bridge. We breakfast at a roadside cafe, and to our amazement we have soft lilting music and sweet, sultry tones to accompany our toast and coffee. We investigate and find that it is Helen Surfus at the piano and Shirley Ritenour singing. After Shirley finishes her song, she tells us that they are both working there in the evenings and raising their families in the day time. What a surprise when we learn that their employer is Madolyn Reid! Mady is staying in Los ,Angeles at the present and attending U.-C. L. A. with her new husband, Bob. Let's hop aboard our saucer and go down to Los Angeles. Ah, yes, there's the campus! We'll never be able to find Mady in this big place. Ah, there's a familiar face. Why: it's Carolyn Kimes! Carolyn, how are you? Whatare you doing now? So you're the professor of Commercial Subjects at U. C. L.A. That is quite a position. How do you like your work? Fine, except when my students play hooky as Madolyn Reid did today! Well, I guess that means there is no hope of seeing Mady today. It's high time we were headed back East, don't you think? Let's set the controls, and away we go! The magic saucer isn't stopping in Indiana this time. We're shooting straight for New York, and La Guardia Airport. Watch out for that airplane! Whew! Almost hit us! We've got to see who that reckless pilot is. There he is now. So! lt's Jack Haas! Jack tells us that he is the top flight pilot at La Guardia now. That is reason enough to forgive him for our near mishap, don't you think? Good luck on future missions, Jack! I..et's take this taxi into New York. Here we are on Wall Street. I wonder if there is anyone here from little, old Spencerville '? There goes a Spencerville graduate now. Hey, Art, slow down! What's your hurry? Oh, you're a lawyer now and you've got a case in court in ten minutes '? All right, we'll forgive you this time. Bye, now. Back in the saucer again, northeast toward Connecticut this time. There, in the town of New London we land in front of a new Clinic. As we enter we are greeted by the superintendent of nurses, Pat Akey. Pat enjoys her work and says that she likes the location, so we have found another happy graduate of 1952. It's getting time to head back home again. Yes, there's no place like home. But wait, we seem to have missed one of the Seniors somewhere along the way. Oh, here she is. Right under our noses in the town of Spencerville. She has just settled down in our little town to raise her family and be a housewife. Patricia Timmerman is the only one who didn't stray very far from home. JOURNEY ENDED! It seems that these Seniors of 1952 are to be scattered like chaff in the A wind to every corner of our country and yet we're betting that they will never forget Spencerville High School, their Alma Mater. Sponsored by PAT HOOK, TRUSTEE, SPENCER TOWNSHIP 19