Spring City High School - Pirate Log Yearbook (Spring City, PA)

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Class Prophecy 'lr Gustave Frey, Iay Hatfield, William Hix- son, and Charles Smith formed a group standing near the orchestra seemingly in heated argumentp and from what I caught of the conversation it was a conglomeration of cars, business, politics, and past school days. A circle of spectators began forming around a couple that was giving an exhi- bition of dancing skill. Pushing my way through the crowd toward them, I recog- nized Carolyn Bowman and Bob Benfield. They each have their individual families now, but they took time out from their do- mestic duties to attend this affair. Seeing the former Marie Bauer at the punch bowl looking very lonely, I went over to talk to her and found that her husband, Vince Gallagher, was unable to secure a leave from the U. S. Navy, Where he is train- ing to become a mechanic. On the refreshment table stood punch which was being served by Ioyce McFar- land. I complimented her on her coiffure, and she informed me that Gertrude Christ- man was her skillful hairdresser. Right there a decision was reached to give all future business to Gertie. I asked who was re- sponsible for the lovely decorations and was informed that Ianet DeWalt and Sara I-larple were co-chairmen of the decorating commit- tee. In this respect times haven't changed. At the far end of the table, Loretta Ammon and Emma Lou Evans were discussing lit- erature. Emma Lou writes poetry for one of the current magazines, and Loretta sees that it is distributed through the public library, where she is head librarian. My woman's intuition told me that my nose needed powdering, so I headed for the ladies' lounge, where I met Lorraine Challis looking at a newspaper in which her latest advertising layouts were printed. She is now a famous commercial artist, you know. Betty Mae Roark was trying to persuade her to illustrate a book for children. Betty Mae's interest centers in children since she is a grade school teacher. t i' The door opened and in burst Barbara Bach with the intention of powdering her nose. Before she had a chance we all started a hen session, and I discovered that Barbara was here with her boss, Carl l-Iottenstein, who was a well-known public accountant. When I left the powder room, I encoun- tered Donald Stauffer, who is running for Burgess of our fair community, patiently awaiting Lorraine. Ambling across the dance floor were the two great moguls of radio, Richard Conway and Richard Evans. They had been free lancing up till now, but tonight they were beginning to think of a partnership. Sitting in a corner, a spiritual-looking gentleman appeared to be talking to himself. Upon close scrutinization one saw he was the Reverend David Casner, who was pre- paring his sermon for the following Sunday. Then Iohnny Smoyer rushed breathlessly across the dance floor with a woman's hand- bag. I asked him when he started carrying women's accessories, but he laughingly in- formed me that it belonged to Polly Sheeley, who had come to the reunion without it. Later when talking to Polly, she told me that Dotty Roshong couldn't make it tonight, loe- cause the roller skating company with which she was affiliated had a performance in Philadelphia. A splurge of red and blue in the corner turned out to be Iim Hallman in one of his abominable hats. The laughter that re- sounded throughout the room was coming from Iake Maute, who had just heard one of Iim's numerous and hilarious jokes. Richard Shantz, contrary to his occupa- tion, that of an undertaker, was the life of the party. Much to the horror of Dido's wife he was again relating one of his fan- tastic stories. Ioanna Wisler and Ianet Umstead were talking shop with their husbands. The girls are secretaries for I. I. Newberry and Co. Thirty-four

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Class Prophecy I was on my Way to the Spring-Ford Country Club to attend the tenth annual reunion of the Class of 1950, when I heard a whistle blow and realized that I had been slightly exceeding the speed limit. I nat- urally stopped and waited for the officer to come over from his car. What a surprise I received when I saw who he was-none other than Horace Setzler. Of course I re- ceived a ticket because he was a very con- scientious policeman. After that I continued on my way and arrived fifteen minutes early, just in time to see the construction tycoon, Lee Sargent, with his secretary, lean Finkbiner, and his sister-in-law, Faye Rudy. I proceeded to go into the club when two men carrying flowers brushed past me and hurried into the banquet hall. I couldn't imagine who they were until they placed the flowers on the table. I then discovered them to be Donald Prizer and his worthy assistant, Keith Long. After everyone arrived we began to eat. A very delicious meal was served by Robert McKissic's Catering Service. He was aided by three competent waitresses who turned out to be Florence Good, Florence Wilson, and Iane Yocum. The groceries for this affair were purchased from Robert Lenker, who now owns a large Super Market in the Twin-Boroughs. The after-dinner mints were cheerfully donated by Bud Boettger's Best Bonbons G Co. During the dessert which was delicious pastry from Ellis Beard's Bak- ery, we were attracted by a commotion at the door, there was Beege Plumley, late as usual. I guess he never will change. Never forsaking his big appetite, Ralph Swartz once again amazed us by eating three times the usual meal. This time with dire results, for he became very ill. How- ever, our faithful and efficient nurses, Doris Anne Edwards and Reta Howe, came to his assistance and he was soon relieved. After the excitement subdued our worthy president, Larry Davis, now married to a famous New York model, arose to introduce the speaker, who was the renowned coach of the Michigan Wolverines, the Rose Bowl champions. This famous gentleman was none other than our former high school coach, Eugene Groff. The Davises in order to attend had finally managed to obtain a baby sitter from Harry Umstead's Handy Baby Sitters. After the speech, while Paul Casner's orchestra was warming up for the dancing which was to follow, I had time to mingle with the crowd and find out what had hap- pened to some of my former classmates. I noticed a distinguished businessman ap- proaching and recognized him as Earle Nelson, who owns and operates his own funeral home with the co-operation of his schooltime sweetheart, Barbara Hetrick. Sitting alone in a corner was my old school chum Doris Eckenrode, who had never found a man wealthy enough to support her. Doris is now in the carpentry business for herself. My attention was drawn to the opposite corner by the singing of a tall, stately blonde. Curious to know who she was, I went over. Her song stopped immediately upon my ar- rival, and there was Ianis Place, now a member of the Metropolitan Opera Company. The music of the orchestra began, and I found myself dancing with Hansell Navar, the great horse show promoter, who was telling me about his last show in which Beverly Iennings, Mary Iohnson, and Sally Auld carried away the coveted prizes with their streamlined thoroughbreds. Looking over Skippy's shoulder, I saw Bob Mull and Laura Ibach, now Mr. and Mrs., dancing cheek to cheek. We foresaw this match ten years ago. At this time we were honored with an accordion solo by Edgar Lockhart, who now holds a very important position in the Boy Scouts of America. During the next number I saw a well- dressed woman dancing with a tall blond man. It was Ellie Setzler, the buyer for Girnbels, who had never married because of her careerg but since she was dancing with George Iones, the bachelor carpenter, there must still be hope. Thirty-three

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Class Prophecy 'ki' Richard Quay was putting his coat on, and I wondered if he didn't like the party. When I asked him, he said he thought it was wonderful, but he had to leave to catch the Silver Streak, of which he is engineer. Hearing the Word pig mentioned, I thought someone was discussing me, but it was only Randall Weand and Rex McGaugh- lin talking over their prize animals which they expected to enter in the State Fair. I only stopped long enough to wish them luck. I thought it was about time I phoned home to tell them I would be a little late. Even though the pleasant number please sounded familiar, I didn't recognize it to be Lois Iohnson until she asked me how the party was going. We didn't talk long, be- cause someone else was waiting to use the phone. As I turned to leave, there stood lim Reitnour, who now owns a large farm. He wanted to inquire about one of his prize Guernsey heifers, which was sick. Walking from the telephone booth, I was amazed to hear a babble of foreign lan- guage, which I recognized to be French. Upon investigation I found that Ruth Anne Haldeman, who has taken over Mr. White's position as language instructor at S.C.H.S., was trying to explain some difficult French phrase to Luther Mooney, who had never become acquainted with French in his car- pentry business. Luther had come with Ralph Bath, who is an excellent electrical engineer. Confusion around the bandstand made me hurry to that place. I arrived in time to hear them announce the next number which was a baritone solo by Loren Fox. Loren i' had started to take singing lessons soon after graduation and was coming along quite nicely with his career. Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned to find George Burnley. He informed me that he had acquired the presidency of the Sun Oil Company and was also a gen- tleman farmer. George extended a hearty invitation to me to visit his family at their country mansion. Near by Randall Hixson and Charles Grubb were discussing the advantages and disadvantages of motorcycles and motor scooters respectively. I noticed Morris Seibert and Larry Wads- worth, representing the S G W, Inc., accom- panied by their private secretary, Marilyn Orner, preparing to leave and decided since the clock was progressing quite rapidly, that it wasn't a bad idea. This started a gen- eral exodus for the door. As Ioan Walt and I walked out together I asked her how the people who had no cars were getting home. She told me that Raymond Miller had offered to run an extra bus from the club to the Twin-Boroughs that evening. Although Ioan owned a car, she said it was undergoing repairs at Harry Fischer and Steven Kurtas' garage. They owned quite a few garages throughout this area. The cool, evening silence was shattered by the howling of rubber tires against the concrete. Naturally this was Donald Irey, who forgot he was no longer on the race track in his big car racer. Everyone went away feeling that the tenth annual reunion of the Class of 1950 had been a huge success, it