Williamsport High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Williamsport, IN)

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HELEN VAN LAERE Luvy -A. A., 3- -1, Secretary to Mr. Prlbble, 4: Glee Club, 4: Art, 3-4: Gliders' Club, 2-3- 4: lmir stylist of Senior girls: Lit- erary, Goldenrod. Stars BETTY WERTZ Bets - Gliders' Club, 1-23 A. A.. 3-45 Librarian, 3: Secretary to Mis:-a Fields, 4: 11 good artistg Art, 1-2-43 Artist, Goldenrod. l , ' ELIZABETH WILLIAMS Betty - Gliders' Club, 1-2-3-43 A. A., 1-2-3: News Re- porter, 1-2-3-4: Sec- retary to Mr. Leath, 43 Holy Angel Gabriel-Who dat? Bedelia, Spooky Tavern, 4: Literary, Gold- enrod. HAROLD L. WILSON Laird -A. A., 1-2- 3-4, helped with Jokes, Goldenrod. Quite a busy boy! Page Seventeen

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Stars DONALD LOHMEYER BOB MARTIN Snowball -A. A., Don - Oh' those his-Tl' pfuzyeddbasl brown eyes: took .1 ,.,,fftdj,e.,1i'.1,.,::,'XS in A. A picnics, 1- ' ' .' ' -. 'P 3-4' sit out every an year' A e't'5' dhm-e 'at Gliders' 'ng' G 'de md' Club. 1-2-3-4: Hi-Y, -l: Activities. Gold- enrod. DORTHA PEARSON Dot - Gliders' Club, 1-2-3-4: A. A., 1-2-4: played the part of May in Worrying Wil- lie. , 3: Art, 1-2- 4: ull she could say in History Class w a s I don't know: Jokes, Goldenrod. GENE PERRY Gliders' Club, 1-2- 3-4: Band, 1-2-3-4 Athletic Assot-ml tion, 1-2-3-4: Sub scription, Golden- rod. NORMAN MILLION Clancy - Mem- ber of both class plays: played the trumpet in band, 1- 2-3-4: orchestra, 1- 2: Vice-President for both Hi-Y and A. A., 4: Secretary of Hi-Y. 3: tried to .Iitterbug in Glid- ers' Club, 1-2-3-4: Class treasurer, 1: vihrated tonsils in Glee Club, 3-4: tried at track and baseball, 3-4: as for basketball, four whole years: Snap- shots, Goldenrod. KATHRYN ROBISON Kay -A. A., 2-3- 4: Librarian, 3: Gliders' Club, 1-2- 3-4, High School banker and fund keepler, 4: Uhmm- is t ere any money missing? ? Sub- sc-riptions, Golden- rod. MARGARET MILLER Dimples M Glee Club, 1-2-4: Art. 2- 3: Gliders' Club, 1- 2-3-4: Likes her chewing gum, but not like Robin! So- ciety, Goldenrod. LEONARD ROSS J. R -Member of both class plays, 3-4: A. A., 1-2-3-4: Hi-Y, 4: the one all girls wanted to dance with in Glid- ers' Club, 1-2-3-4: Activities, Golden- rod. LOUEVA MILLER Weva - Gliders' Club 1-2-3-4: A. A.. 1-2-3-4, Librarian. 3: Secretary for Mr. Prlbble, 4: sang alto in Glee Club, 1-2-3-4: play- ed clarinet in band, 1-2-3-4: orchestra. 1-2: kept the school furnished with news as news re- porter and typist. 4: played part of Birdie 1It's not that I'm curious? in Worryimz Wil- lie, 3 Spooky Tavern, 4: made everyone yell for Bingy as yell leader. 3: Society. Goldenrod. HAROLD STITT Harry -A. A., 4: a great jitterbuger in Gliders' Club, 4: glayed symbols in and, 2: reporter of Hi-Y, 4' Hi-Y, 3-4: baseball, 2-3--4: basketball, 1-2-4 : Athletics. Golden- rod. ELSIE OSWALT Els - Gliders' Club 1-2-3-4: Lib- rarian, 3: A. A. 1- 2-3-4: sang soprano in Glee Club. 2-3-4: band. 2-3-4: has the cutest guy ln the navy: lumni, Goldenrod. EUGENE THOMPSON Gene' '- quietest Senior boy, A. A., 3-4: Hi-Y, 4: Snap- shot. Goldenrod, Page Sixteen

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CLASS PHIJPHEIIY Graduation was over, and as I walked home, my mind was on the future. I was trying to imagine what my classmates would be doing twenty years from then. I went to bed that night with that thought on my mind. I drifted off into a soft slumber, and in a dream I found myself sailing through the air on a cloud, looking into the future. The cloud decended and Whish! ! I felt myself falling through the air, and with a thud I hit the ground. Directly in front of me was a sign, WILLIAMSPORT CITY LIMIT. Hello, said a little child-like voice. I turned to see a small brownie smiling up at me. Who are you? I asked. I'm Future, he answered. You called me out of the past, and now, he added, we shall start our journey. We walked for a few blocksg then we stopped in front of a large, dreary, place. Above the door was a sign-WAYNE CRUMLEY, UNDERTAKER. Not one customer has complained: would you like to go in? asked Future. Oh no, I said, and we started on down the street. Our next stop was at the school house. Not Bingy High! I exclaimed. It now covered two blocks. Future motioned me on, and we entered the building. We went down the hall to a door where a sign read, SUPERINTENDENT'S OFFICE. Inside at the desk sat my old classmate Joel Dudley Leath, who had succeeded his father as Superintendent of the High School. Where to now, I asked. Future went on and I followed. We were back in the business district, which seemed very active this time of day. We entered a very busy little store. Why there's Laura Crowder! I exclaimed. Yes, it was Laura, for over the door I read, CROW- DER'S ALL-UNDER-A-DOLLAR STORE. Just as I came out of the store, whom did I meet but Margy Haupt. Margy told me she was teaching English at W. H. S. Now, said Future, we will visit some of the homes of your classmates. Our first stop was at a little white bungalow which I found to be the home of Mary Lou Rutledge and family. Mary had a very nice family. Our second stop was just at the edge of town, and on the mail box I read, Harold Wilson. Harold had married and had a very good start on the farm. Down the road about four miles we stopped at another farm. The name on the mail box read, Eugene Thompson. After inquiring, I found Eugene had married and was also a very successful farmer. Then to my surprise we were at a small country church. Now don't tell me l'll find one of my former classmates here, I exclaimed. Just then a little man came down the steps. Hello, friends. Why I believe that's Edward Landrethf' That's right, he said, only it's Reverend Land- reth. Now, said Future, you have seen all of your classmates who remain here in Williams- Pnge Eighteen port. If you will step back upon the cloud, we will take our flight just a few miles west. Before I knew it we were back on earth again. Future stopped just long enough to let me see how much Judyville had progressed since Eddie Cole had been elected Mayor. And over at Pence I found Kathryn Robinson marching down the street at the head of a large procession. I soon learned that she was quite active in the social life of Pence and was president of the society for the Prevention of the use of Cosmetics. Our next flight was much longer, and we landed in a much larger city. Chicago, said Future. Many of your friends are here. First we went to a restaurant. Over the entrance I read, PERRY'S PRESERVED PRUNES-BEST IN TOWN. I found Gene too busy serving custom- ers to notice our presence. Future hailed a taxi, and much to my surprise I discovered the driver to be none other than my classmate, Bob Martin. He- told me that he was operating a chain of taxies in Chicago. Bob also told me that Harold Crumly was making millions in Chicago. He had invented a new way to make cannon balls while mixing dough at Finnigan's Bakery. While moving on down the traffic-crowded street, I saw in lights, HELEN VAN LAERE-ICE SKATING QUEEN IN PERSON. So Helen did have a reason for keeping so slim. Bob stopped the taxi, and Future guided me into the El Paso Hotel. Here I found the manager to be Don Lohmeyer. Don informed me that one of his guests was Alice Cronkhite, a reporter for the Daily Star. She was in the city for the write-up of WE BOTH CHEWED THE SAME GUM, whose leading characters were Margaret Miller and Harold Ray Stitt. We left the hotel and went to the Chicago Hospital. There I found Norman Million wrapped up in bandages. His nurse, whom I found to be Juanita Hetrick, informed me that Norman had met with an awful accident, ex- perimenting with his new invention of car and airplane combined. We made our next stop at New York. On Broadway I found Paul Bailey rehearsing his dancers, Loueva Miller and Elsie Oswalt, for his Broadway production of Dipsey Doodle. I also learned that Paul was to be married for the third time. Elizabeth Brown and Gene Beason had gone into partnership in Brown and Beason Com- edy Acts. They had several auditions at lead- shows all over the United States. I also met Manson Cole and Charles Hawley, who were leading FBI agents of New York, and had already solved some of New York's greatest crimes. Next we visited a very lovely mansion in the residen- tial district of New York. There I found the form- er classmate, Phyllis Hill, now the wife of New