Williamsport High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Williamsport, IN)

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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

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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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York's richest citizen, B. B. Bottomup. Phyllis' neighbor was Leonard Ross Jr., who is a New York millionaire. Again we mounted the cloud and Future told me we were going on a long journey across the states to California. Enroute the cloud decended very low above a beautiful ranchg this was the home of a former classmate, Dale Foster. From there we went to Hollywood, California. Here I found fans admiring the second Cornell Wilde- none other than Bob Bush. Bob told me that I would flnd Louise Haddock there in the studio. I found Louise to be a make-up artist for the Stars. In San Diego, at a little resort, I found my old classmate, Shirley Ingram. She had organized a club for red headed sailors and had 200 members at that time. Shirley had heard from Betty Wertz, and, Oh! how Betty wishes that she were with Shirley, instead of way down in Tennessee as a star on Nashville's Grand Ole Opre. I also found Marjorie Bell, a teacher of charm at Cali- fornia's Beauty School. Rooming at the same hotel was Dortha Pearson, a model for Holly- wood's glamor gowns. In a large ofllce in Holly- wood I found Elizabeth Williams, the perfect secretary, reserved, dignifled, and in love with her boss. Then Future guided me into a very classy night-club where I found Albert Donald- son as leader of a large swing orchestra. Now, said Future, you have only one more classmate to find 5 I shall leave you here to return by train. As I boarded the Atchison, Topeka, Santa Fe, I glanced up and saw the smiling engineer to be Bill Kochel, the last one of my old classmates. The train whistle began to blow shrilly. This, as I awoke, I found to be my alarm clock, sum- moning me to the day's work. ROBIN CONLEY EL 55 When school opened on August 27, 1943, sixty-four freshmen entered Bingy High School, green and bewildered, yet excited over the rou- tine they were going to follow in their next four years in high school. On October 14, we held our first class meeting in the gymnasium with Mr. Swadley as our sponsor. The officers elected for this year were: Eurith Houck, President. Robert Bush, Vice-President. Laura Crowder, Secretary. Norman Million, Treasurer. We have taken an active part in musical activities, our class being the largest in the school. Ten of our members belong to the Glee Club, seven to the school band, four belong to the orchestra, twenty-six belong to the Glider's Club, and thirty-five belong to the Athletic Association. A class party was held on December 15, 1943. A large number of the class attended. Refresh- ments were served while dancing took the head of the list for the entertainment. As the doors opened to Williamsport High School, August 21, 1944, we are glad to see fifty- one familiar faces, less bewildered than the previous year. A class meeting was held on September 6, 1944, with Mr. Pribble as our sponsor. The fol- lowing officers were elected for this year: Juanita Hetrick, President. Paul Bailey, Vice-President. Laura Crowder, Secretary-Treasurer. HISTUHY We have two more years of school in which we hope that we may come through with a record of proud success and greater knowledge. School opened August 24, 1945, with forty- four Juniors. The first class meeting was on September 5, with Mr. Pribble as our sponsor. The officers elected were: Paul Bailey, President. Bob Bush, Vice-President. Bill Kochel, Secretary-Treasurer. Our activities consisted of the Junior and Senior Reception, which was held on May 1, 1946, at the Purdue Union Building. The annual class party was held in the gymnasium, January 28, 1946. Our main event was the play, Worrying Willie, which was a great success. The Juniors sold popcorn for the money needed the next year, also they sold pencils with the basketball sched- ule printed on them in purple and white. As the doors opened once more, and for the last time for our class, on August 30, 1946, we see forty familiar faces and very excited at knowing that they are now Seniors. Commencement was held on May 20, 1947, at 8:00 P. M. Our play, sponsored by the Senior class, Spooky Tavern, was a wonderful success. Officers elected for this year were: One of our main events was a farewell party Paul Bailey, President. held in honor of Charles Graham on September Laura Crowder, Vice-President. 27, 1944. Bill Kochel, Secretary-Treasurer. Page Nineteen