Winslow High School - Eskimo Yearbook (Winslow, IN)

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PROPHECY, Continued SAMMY NELSON appeared next out of the sound waves. Much to our surprise, he was dressed as a cowboy and riding a handsome pinto pony. Another view showed him talking to several attractive young ladies. If y'all ever come back to Colorado, he was telling them, be sure to drop in at my ranch for a good-long visit. Yes, that was HELEN CURRY looking just as blonde and pleasant as ever. She climbed inltlo X Frazer car and smiled up at the driver. The initials on the door of his car were . . Then came loud noises and much confusion as a low racing car roared to a stcap in front of us. There sat BOB NIXON and CHARLES CASSON grinning happily. hey had just won the April First Simtown Classic for 1912 speedsters. A pretty movie star fwe later discovered it was GRETA HUNLEY straight from her latest Hollywood picture, I Reign As Queen ,J leaned over the boys to give them a victor's kiss, but Bob and Charles rudely pushed her away and said: A Reckon we don't know what We miss, But we shore never neck and kiss. BETTY HARPER and WINIFRED LYNCH, we soon found out, were school marms. There they stood on the beautiful Ayrshire Consolidated Schools playground teaching the first graders to play Hop Scotch and Spin the Plate. No, you don't learn to play Post Office in first grade, we heard Winnie tell one of her little pupils. That is taught in high school. L a The scene changed. We were in a modern drug store, and there stood BILL STEVENS behind the counter amiably beaming at all of his customers. Bill was right handy be- hind ,the soda fountain, and our mouths drooled as he whipped up a concoction called the Eskimo Delight . This done he dashed to'his drug counter and started giving away free samples of Hadacol. ' JOHN RUTTER really surprised us. He was dressed in a long old-fashioned garment and rode a bony old mule. I'm on a pilgrimage to Canterbury, we heard him call to some of his friendsq I've planned this trip ever since we studied about Chaucer back in high school days, and now I'm on my way. Get up, Maud! . ROBERT FALLS and DONALD ETHERTON were next to appear. They seemed to be aboard a big battleship and were wearily swabbing decks. I should-have been cap- tain of this tub years ago, Bob was complaining. The very next time I go to Evans- ville I am going to file a complaint with somebody or other. Donald's expression never changed. All be replied was, Well. . CARLA I-IARPER'S smiling face next appeared. Her hands were busy making a cash register play a lively tune, but her eyes kept roving back to the meat counter where a tall man was weighing his thumb on the scales. Under her breath Carla was heard humming, I can bake a cherry pie, Billy boy. BARBARA KLIPSCH suddenly burst into view chattering away to herself. Having been furnished with a soap box, she ,mounted it and immediately began 'to outline her four-point plan for making the home and iireside a smooth-running place. A tall blond man insisted that she climb down off her perch and go home, but Barbara said, George, I don't care if the sink is full of dirty dishes and the beds not made, I just must en- lighten these poor women before it is too late. BARBARA LEIGHTY appeared on the screen next. She had grown quite tall and weighed ,all of 108 pounds. Over the door of her greenhouse appeared this sign: ELO- CUTION and ORATORY taught here. 20-

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Cgroplzecy It was a balmy summer evening. The time was June 18,' 1975. The place was the cluttered workshop of Bobby Dale Norrington. Well, why have you invited us here? Lois Dawson, Marion Battles and I fVelma Curryl asked. You said it was a great surprise. Out with it. Yes, my friends, said Bobby, I do have something that I want to share with the, three of you. Your opinion, as college professors, will mean much to me. Bobby had been tinkering with wires and atoms and scientific formulas for years, so we weren't at- all surprised'when he seated us in front of a huge boxlike contraption that looked like a prehistoric monster. This, said Bobby with a bow, is my latest gift to man- kind. It is a stratomic thought-transmission set! A WHAT? we all gasped. Now, please be seated, 'old classmates, Bob said, and help yourselves to the candy gags ang potatjo chips. I'm gnlydsgrry 7I,can't offer you some of that. delicious Senior u ge. emem er t ose goo o ays. Indeed we do! we all chimed enthusiastically. Bobby turned several gadgets of his machine, and purple and gold sparks began to fly. I have invited you scientists here to join your great concentrative powers with mine. Shall we face the screen and concentrate on our old Senior Class of 1950? If our thoughts connebulate with the eskimodulate, each member of the class will appear on the screen in front of you as he is today. Shall we begin ? Our heads together and our eyes glued on the pale gray screen in front of us, we began to think of the boys and girls of our class we had known years ago. Almost instantly we heard a loud roar, and there in front of us was our former class president, RICHARD McQUEEN, announcing play by play a ball game between the Hosmer Bobcats and the Cato Chiggers. Great flakes of snow nearly hid the players from view, but Shorty drew his old honor sweater around him and seemed to be having a wonderful time. Between plays we could hear him singing, Baby, It's Cold Outside. ' . CHARLES GIESELMAN next fiashed on the screen. Stepping from his private plane, he was greeted and surrounded by a flock of cuties, young and old. Then he began to autograph copies of his latest book, Let Sweet Words Drip From My Lips. When a girl reporter asked Charles about his latest boxing exploits, he curtly remarked, I have no comment to make. Flash! BETTY THOMPSON appeared before us carrying two heavy money bags Being a bank president is so tiresome, we heard herfmutter. I do wish I'd married my preacher years ago and given up this idea of a career. Crash! Bang! Bang! There stood HELEN CRAIG demonstrating the correct tech- nique of beating a big bass drum. As we watched, she dropped the drum, dashed to the piano, and played a few brisk chords. Then she tooted on a dozen different musical instruments. Lastly, she leaped across the studio, grabbed a paint brush, and began to paint a lovely Miller -Field sunset for her open-mouthed sixth grade students. RICHARD FARLEY leaped across the screen followed by his professional ball team, Farley's Flawless Five. At first glance we thought Richard was bald-headed, but a close-up revealed that it was only his old burr haircut turned slightly gray. Richard was still running his fingers through it in- that characteristic puzzled manner of long ago. 19

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PROPHECY, Continued DONALD McQUEEN and DOYAL RUSSELL now appeared as arithmetic teachers. Because of the trouble their sixth graders had had with fractions, Donald and Doyal were bringing real apple and mince pies to school and dividing them into fourths and sixths and eighths. We really love arithmetic now, the kids all squealed as they licked, their chops. The next of our old schoolmates was LOU STOCKFLETH. She was completely sur- rounded by books and muttering to herself, Words! Words! Words! The big, unpro- nounceable ones are my meat and drink! Another loud roar brought us EUGENE NORTHERNER. He seemed to be standing in the midst of a noisy football throng. Suddenly voices began to shout, We want Northerner! We want Northerner for fullback! As Eugene ducked quickly out of sight, we could hear him say, Wrong number, pals! EDSEL THOMPSON, leading comic at the Star Theater, next appeared. He was dressed as Uncle Ezra and was still spinning those old wisecracks that had knocked us dead twenty-five years ago at the Senior Fall Festival. Hooray for Pretzel-Edsel! the kids all shouted. A loud buzz of machinery brought two more familiar faces before usf They were JAMES ESAREY and MAURICE WOOLSEY, sawmill owners. Their conversation, when we could hear it, was all about the new gym that Winslow was building. We've waited a long time to saw the lumber for that new gym,f' we heard Maurice say, but it's a sure thing now-I think! James nodded his head and answered, What makes thesenmodern kids so pesky? We weren't that way when WE went to school back in 1950! CAROL TAYLOR' next appeared on the screen as an 'enterprisingbbusiness woman. Briefcase in hand she knocked at several doors before we could learn her business. Finally we heard her explain that she was a ceiling expert. A WHAT ? shouted one housewife. Pm a ceiling expert, explained Carol. Back in high school days I learned the dangers of loose plastering and falling ceilings, so now I am in business for my- self. I'l1 be glad to study your ceiling for only five dollars. Then followed a big blur of white, and out stepped MARGARET GLADER, superin- tendent of nurses. She seemed to be reprimanding several student nurses who hovered around her. No, she said emphatically, you certainly are not supposed to spend all of yoar time in Room 215 waiting on that rich young man. I'll nurse him back to health myse . . . Next we saw CHARLES EDRINGTON in his new Arthur Emporium. It was opening day, and he was giving away purple and gold balloons to his young customers. He rubbed his hands together each time the cash register bell rang up ten cents and muttered to himself, F'At last I am a success! MARILYN MILEY next appeared before us in her Campbellville beauty shop. My youth restoration methods, she told a group of old maids fprobably the class of 19531, will either take ten years off your face-or the skin off your face. Who'll be first '? EVELYN HUME, gliding gracefully toward us on roller skates, was the next of our old classmates. She seemed to be conducting a beginner's class in skating. After lecturing her youngsters on the art of falling gracefully, she equipped each one with a landing cushion. DOROTHY DAWSON appeared.next on the screen. She seemed to be living on a cozy little farm in Bowman. A roadside sign informed us that she was an authority on hooked rugs, crochet work, and cucumber pickles. CLEO BRUCE was the last of our old class to appear before us. He was running a gas station at Arthur and giving free peppermint candy to all the girl customers. Needless to say, he was doing a rushing business. That's all, said Bobby. A great class, wasn't it ? The very greatest,'? we all agreed quickly. The very noblest and greatest. Good- bye, Bobby. Your invention will go down in history. 21