Windsor High School - Pow Wow Yearbook (Windsor, IL)

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I Don’t Know Enough About You I know a little bit about a lot of things, But I don’t know enough about you—

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY They stepped gingerly up the worn and cracked steps of the mustly old drugstore that held such fond memories for both of them. They, the one couple that had chosen to stay here, were remembering this old haunt and each time they did so recollections came flying back to them of the days of the middle 40’s. It was the late 80’s now and all the old memories were just a little tarnished with age, but nevertheless still good for years more of enjoyment. No longer able to lounge up at the front as they used to do, they both settled themselves more comfortably in the booth and waited for the little waitress to come. Even without knowing about her mother, you would know instantly that she was Elaine’s child because as they used to say, She’s just the spittin' image of her.” The Dr. and his wife, or did you already know that I’m speaking of Dr. Dale Slifer, the town’s leading veterinarian, and his wife Margery. They thought a moment before they gave their order to the little girl and then answered with memories in their eyes almost simultaneously, Two stripped horses, please.” Little Elaine stared for a moment and then her face brightened up and she said. Oh, I know what you mean. Why, only last night Mama was talking about things that you used to eat a long time ago. Just a moment.” While the order was coming, they both looked around and found that things hadn’t really changed since they were bobby-soxers.” All was bright with lights and things glittered brightly until Dale, with a little doubt in his voice asked, Mama, that music box there in the corner. A juke box we called them in those old days. Don’t they light up like they used to?” Hearing his question to his wife, the proprietor called back and said, No, Dr., that hasn’t run for a long time now, but I left it in here ’cause I always like to see ’em. Haven’t been able to get parts for about 10 years now. Don’t guess any of us ever took time to clean it off the way it looks, did we?” Just at the finish of his truthful words, some little kids came in playing with a toy holstein calf and if you had never seen the toy, you would have known anyway that the kids were Jake’s. But anyway, after falling” down into the booth, there issued quite a noise unaccustomed to the own special clatter of the drug store, and out came a song, mind you, from that gol’ darn juke box and if it hadn’t been from the jolt the kids gave it when they sat down, I don’t know what it was! And as if knowing that Jake Hyland’s own sons had done the jolting, what should come out of the thing but — you guessed it. The Cow Cow Boogie.” After that was all through, there was another little clatter and what should play forth but the song, The Beginning Of the End.” Marge’s eyes lit up and she said, You know Dale, that reminds me of Arnold D. Williamson. Remember? He went on to college after High School but that was only the beginning. He was a husband when a senior, a father when a freshman in college, again in his sophomore year, and also in his junior and senior years, and I guess that still wasn’t the end. That sure is a good song. Just reminds me of him a lot. Yes Siree.”