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

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enior ass rop ecy whistled, jumped, and hollered as if he were mad. I asked Don why he didn't throw out such a person. Don seemed hurt at the suggestion and took us over to meet the character. When he set eyes on us he rushed over to meet us. He slapped the boys on the back and gave each of the girls a sound kiss. Finally I recovered my breath and said weekly, Hello, Eddie. Boy, had Eddie Miller changed. He surely wasn't the same old bashful, quiet boy he used to be. Eddie told us he had inherited a gold mine, and has lived a life of leisure ever since, and has devoted his time to courting Sultry . When we sat down to eat, a dark-haired waitress stared at us. Finally her gaze centered on me. It was none other than Nicki Demers, my old heart throb. After some conversation Q72 we ordered our sodas. Nicki told the jerks behind the counter to make it snappy with a round of sodas. There was an elderly man behing the counter with five small boys, the older about nine and on down like stair steps. That jerk, commented Cuddles, looks vaguely familiar. Why, it's L. Dean Eddie, my one and only in high school. And those kids with curly black hair couldn't belong to anyone else. We all renewed acquaintances with Dean and met his boys. We breathed a sigh of relief when he finally got done telling us all the names. just then the door opened and revealed five more small boys. Daddy, they said and went straight toward Dean. He's really advanced in his career in the last ten years, commented Duddles. The whole ordeal was too much for us so we went back to our booth to recuperate. While we were enjoying our sodas an attractive young lady and a short, heavy set young man came in. On the back of his coveralls was written Edward Schenatzki- Radio Repairs. The attractive woman turned out to be Connie Schroeder, his secretary We are surely meeting the classmates today! When we finished we went over to pay our bills. I felt a hand on my shoulder steadying me. I wondered why until I realized I was staring, bug-eyed at the girl behind the cash register. She was of medium height, had brown silky hair, and was very slen- der. Wow! But no, it can't be! The face looks like her but the figure surely doesn't. I got up nerve and asked her name. Why, I'm Beulah Gutel, she said brightly. I don't know who caught me, but I'm certainly glad they did. I was revived when someone spilled soapy water on me. Sputtering, I looked up into the face of the head janitor and his assistant who was carrying a mop and a bucket of water. The janitor eyed us suspiciously and then his face was wreathed in smiles when he recognized us. It was Hank Shaw, our old friend and former janitor. His as- sitant got down on his hands and knees and started to scrub the floor. Suddenly his body grew tense. Then he leaped like a rabbit and grabbed something. He took a disecting set from his pocket and started to disect the insect he had captured. I guess Mr. Noragon will never give up biology, remarked Beulah. We all laughed and departed from the others to find a hotel to spend the night.