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

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Senior Class Prophecy The weather was stormy and I with my plane in the stratosphere had to land but quick. Down, down, down I went when all of a sudden I saw a sign which read “Jetto’s Airway.” I knew right then I was safe. I made a three-point landing and hopped out of my plane. I then went straight ahead to the office where I saw Bob Jetto. We reminisced a while and then he finally offered to show me around Chicago. We hopped into his fifty passenger bus and drove to town. The first stop was the photographers where we saw non other than Paul Swinford taking Joy Hennigh Caspary’s family group picture. We stayed around a while chewing the rag when Bob finally suggested we mosey on up to the main drag. Bob asked me if I cared to shoot a game of pool. I declined, but I was almost forced to go in, and I was glad I did for there racking the balls was James Kays in person. He was pretty busy, so we didn’t stay there very long. After we had walked a few blocks, whom did we me;t but James Carman and his charming wife, Ella Mae. We were getting hungry, and since it was just about time for Lowell Curry’s night club to open, we went in. The first thing that caught my eye was the bartender who was none other than Pete Minor. I had talked to Pete about a minute when he told me he was married to Edna Camic, and they had a child graduating from the William Baugher University. What fun I was having! Seeing all my old classmates. Someone threw a beer bottle at an elderly lady and hit me in the head. Although it hurt, I paid no attention, and a man started wrestling with the old lady when all at once here came the bouncer. The bouncer picked them both up by the ears and tossed them into the alley. What a man! No, it wasn’t a man after all. It was Janita Krietemeier in the flesh. Upon returning to our table I was greeted by Carolyn Wilson who told me about her marriage to Buckshot. After that small conversation, I heard someone hollowing, “Cigars, cigarettes.” Who do you think it was? Well, it was that gorgeous Eleanor Harpster. I bought a pack of gaspers and settled down for the entertainment. The first event was a trombene so!o by the famous coast-to-coast player, Bert Caspary. The title of his little number was “Put Me in My Little Bed,” accompanied by Jack Tipton. The next song was done up by the “Limburger Trio” which consisted of Tom (The Tenor) Hennigh, Eddie (The Lark) Jones, and David (The Canary) Herron. They sang that beautiful sc ng that is now becoming a popular hit, “Old Black Joe.” It was beautiful harmony. Next on stage were two acrobats who could really tie their bodies in knots. Hanging from the trapeze was Sylvia Bundy. Walking on the tight line with a crowbar in one hand and a toothpick in the other and balancing an umbrella on her tongue was Margaret Sims. The curtain closed for a short intermission. I smoked another gasper or two and sat back dov n for some more entertainment. The curtain opened again. Next was a clarinet solo by Jean Carr, “Take Me Out to the Ball Game,” accompanied by David Dunscomb. It was enjoyed by everyone. A vocal solo was sung next by Charles Daughtery. The title, “I’ll Take You Home Again, Kathleen.” It was very enchanting. Next was a feat cf magic supplied by the “Magic Wizard,” better known as Frank Warren. What a treat it was!