Truesdale High School - Cub Yearbook (Truesdale, IA)

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enior OSS op ecy One day I, Bob Meseck, decided to take a trip through the United States. My partner, james joseph Leo Brazel, and I were watching the rehearsals in our New York Bubble Busters Show. We were admiring our two stars, Cuddles Spooner and - Curvaceous Luft. I turned to jim and told him about my plans. He said he would like to go along and see the West. After rehearsals the two stars came over to see us about the wardrobe. Curvaceous said that the 595 balloon was about ready to burst. Somehow the girls got mixed up in our conversation and before we knew it, all four of us were in our station wagon heading west. As we were speeding down the street through a medium-sized Western town, we heard a motorcycle cop behing us. The policeman, dressed in a shiny blue uniform, had wavy blond hair, was about six feet tall, and rather handsome. We noticed that the name on his motorcycle was Officer Clarence B1and','. He recognized us im- mediately so he took us down to police headquarters. When we arrived the first thing we noticed was the judge. He had on a great white wig and a large black robe trimmed in ermine. He looked just like a judge of long ago, except for one minor detail. All around him were pretty girls waiting on him hand and foot. He was listening to a loud-mouthed lawyer whom we recognized as Merlin Davis. Merlin was trying to help a man, apparently tipsy. Under this man's pretty sand-colored hair we found Francis McCabe. Merlin finally got his client to tell his side of the story. After much urging and blushing, Francis said that he had finally fallen in love. He said he thought everyone should fall in love because that's what makes the world go round. He was so dreamy that he didn't even recognize us but went floating past us on his private little cloud. Next case. We approaced the judge but he wasn't paying any attention to us. A pretty girl was sitting on his lap, cooing like a dove. As she tried to run her fingers through his hair, his wig fell off. Well, what do you know? Willard Fjordbakl A juoge was the last thing we thought he would be. However,-by seeing the many girls, we realized he was still the same old Willard. When he saw us his face brightened and he told us that whatever we had done, we were forgiven. While we were chattering happily about all the things that had happened in the last ten years, we were rudely interrupted. A woman barged in the door waving her purse in the air and yelling, It's all his fault I The woman, her hair disheveled and clothing soiled and torn, rushed up to the judge and started talking a mile a minute. When she finally got calmed down we discovered she was our former teacher, Mrs. Potter, with a slightly smashed car. The judge fixed things up for her, seeing she was an old friend, and we decided we would all go over and get a soda. We went to a swanky place at the edge of tuwn called Don's Place . While we were waiting for our sodas the feature attraction came on. We heard it was going to be something special so we all listened attentively. The announcer said the torch singer, Sultry Hagan, would entertain us with the song, I Moon in june so Please Come Soon. We were really amazed to see Rosanne Hagan come slinking out on the stage. When Sultry finished her number some character at the ringside table clapped