Truesdale High School - Cub Yearbook (Truesdale, IA)

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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.