Tefft High School - Spot Lite Yearbook (Tefft, IN)

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Junior-Senior Class Prophecy The little town of Lincoln, Nebraska was becoming with excitement and noise as my husband and I pulled away from the outskirts of town, waving good-bye as we left. We had decided we needed a vacation from the hustle and rush of the newspaper office that we had run for five years. As he drove, my husband feeling quite carefree forgot to watch his speed. Behind us in a dis¬ tance was a cop signaling for us to stop. We pulled over to the side and was quite startled when the two faces appeared before us. Ronnie Cavender and Larry Stalbaum grinned as they lifted their hats from their heads. We asked them how long they had been in that line of profession, they told us four years. We asked them if they had seen any of the classmates in the past years. They said they had, for Alice Owens and Suzanne Subuda were secretaries for the Police Force. Larry and Ronnie took us up to the Police Station, not for a fine or being arrested, but to see Alice and Suz¬ anne. They were awfully busy so we only had a minute with them. They told us that most of the other kids had settled in Tefft. So my husband and I decided to go to Tefft by airplane, and leave our car with Larry and Ronnie. As we boarded the plane, I found quickly at my assistance three very attractive young ladies. Joyce Jones, Darlene Wireman, Irene Jameison. I was not a bit surprised to hear this, for this had been their High School dream. We talked over old times for awhile, then they told me that Mit¬ chell Suit and Ronnie Nelson were the pilots of the plane, I sure was surprised to hear that. Just before we got off the plane that evening, I picked up the paper to find in the headlines ’’Coach of Tigeretts, Rick Stalbaum, wins six, loses one. ” I glanced amazed at what I ' d read. I read on to find out that his team would play the Bulldogs on Channel 7, 7:30 Jan. 23. Farther on down the page I read ’’Look Beautiful” see the hair stylist Lorraine Bailey, one half mile on Elm Street in Tefft. As we stepped down from the plane we were greeted by the busy hustle of a small city, of bright lights and Dept, stores. I couldn’t believe my eyes. First I checked in at the Yorker Hotel and then had supper at Hunter and Risners’ cafe. I found that Gene and Kathy, Larry and Pat, also had a partnership in a large department store, the former Bobacks General Store. In the restaurant I happened to glance across the room and I asked Dave if Elsie, Nancy, and Karen weren’t sitting across from us. I wasn ' t for sure until I heard Elsie say ”Gee, wish Ronnie would hurry. ” Dave and I walked across the room where they were and they immediately made us welcome. Elsie told me she had a dress shop just three blocks away, where she sewed and fitted dresses. She said soon Ronnie would go back to where he was stationed and she might go with him. Karen was teaching High School English, and enjoyed it very much. Nancy was going on into her pro¬ fession as a social worker. She and her husband had donated a large piece of ground to build a Teen Can Teen, ” for the young teen-agers of Tefft. Bud Risner was also working the the Teen-Agers Hot Rod Club for the boys. Bud had helped build a large drag strip ne ar the town. Elsie invited Dave and I to visit her home that night. While going Elsie stopped for some gas, and who would be at our service but Robert Calhoon. Later Elsie told me Bob had started as a part time mechanic, and later built up his own place. That night after supper, we went in to watch T. V., before the screen appeared a large built boxer. I was so surprised when I saw David Hensel. Ronnie and Elsie said David had been in the profession for at least three years. I asked Elsie about Gloria McCrum and she said that she owned a small bakery on Grove St. just beyond her dress shop. Later Elsie and Ronnie brought up the conversation of the Turena Ball Room. Elsie said she thought it would be a good idea to have a class reunion and to have it at the Ball Room. We sent out telegrams to have the kids from our class to be at Tefft the following week. We asked that they come dressed to fit their profession. I think it was the most wonderful party I can remember. Upon arriving home, I picked up the newspaper and the headlines read, WELCOME HOME BARBARA DAVE. ”

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