Wheatfield High School - Arcus Yearbook (Wheatfield, IN)

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Isn ' t it marvelous, sighed Aurelia. Never saw anything like it, chirped John. Tell me what you ' re doing now, Richard, begged Karen, I know everybody ' s business but yours. Why I ' m the biggest farmer a’goin ' in them thar sandhills. I just bought out the Gehering Estate. John and Bob here ran my trucking outfit for me. Do tell! Do tell! sang out Karen and Aurelia in unison. How ' s Aladena Whitaker and her husband getting along? asked Karen. They ' re living in Meadaryville now, said Robert, and are part of the town ' s leading citizens. Aladena is active in the woman ' s clubs and her husband is a big contractor. My, my, murmered Karen and Aurelia. We ' re all going to Florida next week, said Richard, and visit Ed Corbin at Miama Beach. He rakes in ' a pile at his resort every week, and we don ' t mean leaves.” Karen! That ' s what we ' ll do on our vacation! Wouldn ' t it be fun? said June, who had been standing quietly among the group a short while. Lead me away. I ' m drooling, Karen replied. Too bad Dick Hetrick couldn’t come. I guess the lions and hyenas are keeping him busy. said Aurelia. Just last week, I got a rhinoceros head sent from Africa C.O.D. said Richard. That sounds like Dick, laughed June, I saw in the Chicago Daily News about a shipment he sent to the Brookfield Zoo — monkeys, snakes, hippopotamuses, and everything! Look over by the speaker ' s platform. One of Californias best juvenile judges, Larry Thomas! exclaimed Karen. And right beside him is John Kopchik, added Aurelia. What ' s he doing? asked June. ' June, replied Karen, I thought you knew! He ' s a professor of physics at I.U. and is the head of a project working on the Z bomb! They call it that because they figure it ' s as powerful as the blasted thing will get.” Well, we ' re all here now but Bob Hetrick, Ed Corbin, and Claudette Giemza, said Aurelia. It ' s a darn shame about Claudette, added Karen, She taught successfully all over the state then decided to come home and teach English at Wheatfield. She ' s been in the sanatorium over a year now, but I hear she ' s getting better. Quick! Let ' s get to the table. The toastmaster just announced that the honorable Roy Bennett is about to speak, said Aurelia. I bet the Waldorf-Astoria never saw such a crowd, said June. You can say that again, said Karen, and they all laughed as they walked expectantly and hurriedly toward the table. Just then Karen ' s fiancee and June ' s boyfriend walked up to escort them to their proper seats. Come along, dear, said Karen ' s fiancee. We can ' t keep the President waiting. Isn ' t it thrilling, said Karen, I ' ll never forget tonight as long as I live. 21

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Oh, Karen, you always did like to complain. Ha, ha, here come the two tycoons, John Tillema and Allan Stembel. The last time Allen wrote to me, he was head designer for the Ford Motor Co. I guess they ' re both partial to Fords. John’s quite a salesman now. He ' s owner of the Ford Sales in Wheatfield. Some driver too! Did you see yesterday ' s sport page in the New York Times? He ' s been acclaimed as the first person to win the Mexican Road race for the fourth consecutive year! Well if he drove as hard as he played basketball, I can easily under- stand how he won. Listen to this, whispered Aurelia, Phyllis Miller, Betty Owens, and Louise McCarty told me a lot of things on the way here. They take the Wheatfield News , and read that Phyllis Hetrick ' s bakery was so success- f ul it undersold the other two. That’s really something, laughed Karen, It ' s nice you girls get to stay together though , she reflected. Yes, I like it very much. Poor Phyllis has to work such long hours as a nurse at the Cook County Hospital though. She ' s so tired when she gets home at night. I ' m sure she likes it though, added Karen. Oh, she’s crazy about it. I imagine Marshall Fields would be lost without Betty Owens as its head accountant. Yes, said Aurelia, she was such a whiz at bookkeeping. And Louise, I knew she would do something with her phenomenal culinary prowess . Yes, professor, laughed Aurelia, her job ' s no snap though, being head of the Home Economics Department of Betty Crocker. I can see her making her workers snap to attention every morning when she briefs them for the day. Well, Louise is a splendid worker, surmised Aurelia. She sure is, agreed Karen. Here ' s the great businesswoman, Ethel DeMoss. Where? said Karen. Over by the east door, coming in with Sonny Green and his wife Doris Misch. It is something to be proud of. It took a lot of business acumen to develop her department store into the largest in Indiana. I ' ll have to hand it to her the way she finagled the New York Central Railroad into running an extra line into Rensselaer. I guess she needed it to handle all her business, joked Karen. I bet Sonny gives the New York Central in Kersey all the business it can handle with his world ' s largest Oldsmobile dealership. Yes the Kersey Motor Sales is certainly boom ing. Did you see who was at the other end of the banquet table? No, it can ' t be! Richard Wright and his two cohorts, Juhn Neely and Robert Lykins. Let’s speak to them. I want to find out what they ' re doing urged Karen. Why, hello girls, I see you spoke Richard. turned out for the big shindig too.

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Class Farewell As we end our journey at Wheatfield High School we wish to bid farewell to our principal, the faculty, and all the underclassmen who have made -our journey such a pleasant and profitable one. With a tear in our eye we remember many an hour spent in our quiet and peaceful assembly studying with one eye on the assembly clock, which was hardly ever on time, patiently waiting for the bell to ring. We recall the home economics classes, with the enticing aroma of burned pie crusts and scorched candy . We will never forget our typing classes where we slammed the carriages of the typewriters in time to the haunting melody of a time clock. Farewell to the political discussions we have had in government in order to get out of having a lesson we hadn ' t studied. Can we ever forget our experiences as office workers, as we tunneled through the papers on Mr. Beck ' s desk in a hopeless search for a lost paper; the office typewriter with its unusual margins and its unique way of skipping spaces as our fingers pounded the keys; and then there was the ditto on which we ran off many an unreadable paper. The science room was always the center of attention since most of our chemistry experiments went up in smoke . As usual, as the 3:30 bell rang there was a mad scramble as the students made a dash for the bus.