Wood High School - Anemone Yearbook (Windfall, IN)

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PEA UTS and LOVE HAD just got my new position in the store where I worked, I now sold peanuts. It happened just yesterday. I was sitting behind the count- er, daydreaming about a pair of shining brown eyes and lovely dark hair. I hadn't had much experience in love except for the time I held Miranda's hand in church. Her round face was all pi-ettied up in pink and red. As I was thinking about the past, I seemed to hear some distant voice saying, Nuts, nuts, I want some nuts . I just heard the last. part of it. I jumped up and said, Who called me a nut? .lust then I looked into the most beautiful, wonderful, brown eyes I had ever seen. I stuttered and made funny noises, but Hnally made her under- stand that I was profoundly sorry. She made her purchase and was gone like a floating vision. I looked down at a little white card which she had dropped. I picked it up and read, Rev. Charles Tolle of the Quaker Church at 24th and Broadway Streets, Windfall, Indiana . I thought l'd go to church that night. When I entered the holy doors of the church, I saw many familar faces. I saw Phyllis Hobbs sitting on the front seat, Jim Sholty looking like a saint, and Virginia Hutto, Dorothy Thomas, and Wayne Meyer all praying together. Then I saw her, my dream girl. As I passed her going out the door after the wonderful sermon by Rev. Tolle, she asked me to take her home. ' I helped her into my buggy and told the horse to trot along. I just couldn't think of anything to say.She said her name was Imo- gene Zehner. She cuddled up close to me and did I blush! I tried to think of some love speeches I'd heard Wayne Meyer reciting, but I couldn't think of any. She said, Kiss me, Eddie. I said, Well, it might scare the horse. He's not used to such things. Don't be silly, she cooed in my ear, so I leaned over and kissed her hand. She sighed and looked up at me, but I just stared at the horse. After a few minutes of silence, she said, I know the loveliest spot for lovers. I said, Well, er, er, well-what lovers? Why us, silly. Park right over there under that willow tree. Seeing a sign by the tree, I read it aloud, One hour parking. Oh dear, why do people have to make such laws, Imogene said. Don't you think the moon is lovely? It looks as if some artist had painted it just for us, dear. Uh huh, was all I could say. You are the most arduous lover, she said. What are you thinking about? By this time, the sweat had popped out on my forehead. I answer- 4 ed, I was, er, just thinking what a-a-swell, er swell horse I've got. Oh, She sounded disappointed. I guess you'd better take me home. Written by Edward .lack Page Tzrenly-ji rr

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.Pg MR. REID MR. SCOTTA High School Coach Junior High Coach SOFT BALL P until this year, our high school has had a baseball team. A new game known as softball had gained popularity among the surrounding high schools, so Windfall decided to try it instead ff baseball. The bojw were new in the game so we could not expect too much from them. With our coaeh, Mr. Reid, the boys went on the field with great determination to win. Since they had not played this yarn- before, the hogs won few victories. They didn't give up trying. In the future, we hope that Wood High School will have a soft ball team which can not be beaten. Page T'we71.!y-s'i.v: