Westfield High School - Shamrocket Yearbook (Westfield, IN)

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lllll Date August 29 Year 1947 At Indianapolis I boarded a stream line street car and headed for WestfieldJksMield after IO years was quite a surprize. Instead of having a population of 688, it had more than doubled the amount, having a population of l,572. The fact that the Indianapolis dty limits were only three miles away was still amazing. As I got on the street car, I thought the conductor looked familiar,but I couldn't quite place him until some of the familiar places started me to thinking about my high school days. It was then that I remembered who the conductor was-Byron Gamble, cool and composed as always. He didn't recognize me, so I didn't say anything. I got off the street car at the new station near the cross roads of 51 and 52. I ingot to tell you my real business in Westfield after so long a time was that of selling books, and I had hoped to sell some of my wonderful volumes to my old friends. My first stop was at a rather small bungalow. Who should be standing in the door but Beatrice Mbore,the model house wife.AHBr talking much too long, I again started out. Right outside was Billy Hedden, delivering ice for the Hedden Ice Company. He told me that'Don'Kinshaw'waslin the park struggling hard to become Tennis Champ of Hamilton Co. After seeing the last game of'the set Wuch Don lost,I decided to take in a show, as it was extremely hot. I got in just as the su e show started. Who should walk on the stage but Thelma Allen, Ballet Dancer and Belle of the show. When the show ended, I started to walk around the town to have a look at the school bulding and to seeawhat had Lhappened to old W. H. S. As I rounded the next corner a lovely Ure story building came to my spht. There in the school yard stood Eleanor Sumner teaching the Kindergarden children how to play Ring around the Rosy. Upon going in the gym,I saw Phil Ortwein telling the basketbau ' -ff rou h the net.

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After doing all tnis, I decided th t I still had a living to Aake, so I again knock ed at a quiet one story house. Who should qen the door but Betty Ann Parker, much to my surprise, and old maid, cat and all. She in- sisted that I have tea with her. Knowing that I night learn some gossip, I stayed. Betty Ann said that Lois Jessup had been a missionary for three years anong the can- nibals of Douth Africa and that once she was alnost burned at the state. I also ,learned that Everett Babb was being a pain to everyone by pulling teeth and that Vir- ginia Irwin was the star reporter for the Westfield Daily Gazette, one of the foremost newspapers of this district. Mary,Louise.Wil- liens was doing all of her arguing in courts, a lawyer instead of a housewife EM? what up- sets!! and Wavern Baker was chiei and only mechanic for the Jain Garage and that Dora Ellen Baker, who was a chenist, had nearly blown her office up by discovering some new explosive, and last but not least that Phil Overman was a prominent undertaker in charge of Overman's Funeral Parlor. After hearing all this, my head was fairly realing so I went for a trolley ride m Moontown. On the way there, I saw Ralph Wood plowing in the middle of a field, a so-called scientific farmer because he had installed a radio on his tractor and listened to Prof. Plow-em-up's daily chat on how to make R ming a success. As the city limits came into view, I saw a large sign which said: Wwelcome to Moon- townu, Leslie Wheeler, Mayor. This was quite a surprise so I went to visit his office only to learn fran his secretary, Faye Nichols, that he was out of town. By this time it was quite late, .seeing a sign which said tourist rooms, WI decided to stop. There stood Mary Bower, the happy wife with a darling brown-eyed baby girl pul- ling at her apron.