Wapakoneta High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Wapakoneta, OH)

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IN MEMORIAM MILDRED KELLER Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.

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I 9 3 Richard Reinhardt Bruce Riley Paul Ruese Fay Sawmiller Helen Schlatter Marjorie Scott David Shaffer Marjorie Shappell Mildred Shappell Mary Shockey June Sprague Mildred Varner Bob Weitz Thelma Wentz Don Winterman Paul Wisener SENIORS

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CLASS PROPHECY Dear Millie: Are you surprised io hear from an old classmate? Well, I've been traveling up and down and across the country, and you can't imagine how many of our old friends I ran into. I stopped in Albany, New York, to get some medicine for my sinuses, and who do you think the doctor's secretary was? None other than Beulan Metzger, and imagine my surprise when the doctor turned out to be Bud Faulder. When I had recovered from my shock, I drove to the airport where I was to board a plane which took off presently for Columbus. We hadn't been flying ten minutes when the stewardess, Wanda McCullough, came along with sanawiches. During our conversation she told me that,while she had been in a hospital in New York City recovering from an airplane crash, her nurses were Lanetta Mills and Margaret Bechdolt. All too soon the plane landed in Columbus and we had to bid her goodby. I needed some new clothes so I hurried uptown to buy an outfit. As I enered the door I ran into Katherine Hostetler who was head typist in ' Paris Fashions , an exclusive dress shop. To my surprise this shop was owned and operated by none other than my old pal, Helen Shlatter. I learned that practically all the dresses they handled were designed by Mary Bachman. Well, I was flabbergasted. To add to this, while I was buying my clothes, I ran into Isabelle Frazier. She was purchasing supplies for an extensive tour of Europe. With my outfit bought, I returned to my hotel for dinner. While dining, I discovered, much to my amazement, that Harold Koch's orchestra was furnishing the dinner and dance music. Because of financial difficulties, I went to a certified public accountant to get my affairs straightened out. I was told that the firm of Catterlin and Copeland was the best in town. When I arrived at their offices, I found they employed Lucille Metzger and Mary Custer as their typists, while Ruth Lusk was their bookkeeper. By this time I was absolutely dumbfounded when I realized how many of our classmates had become successful. Several days later I took a train to Chicago. I arrived in that windy city just in time to have my hair fixed before going to the Black Hawk, Chicago's finest night club. When I arrived at the beauty salon, who should I find working there but Evon DeLong, Fay Sawmiller and June Sprague, all experts in their work. Sc far this had been the queerest trip I had ever taken. That night a group of my friends took me to the Black Hawk where I found the orchestra under the leadership of Bob Bubp, while Rosema.y Kantner (his wife) sang the vocal refrains, and Dave Disney pia ed ihe drums. We ordered cheese sandwiches, which were so delicious thai I inquired as to who made the cheese. The waiter said it was made by Fishers' Cheese Company, one of the biggest concerns in Chicago. As I had an inkling this might be Freddie Fisher, I decided to investigate the next