Woodlan Senior High School - Arrow Yearbook (Woodburn, IN)

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-s..c-,11, a,-us 5-5 , - ,rrzgngq-5 1-L v-, -V 1.- History One memorable day in '48 the Woodburn School driveway suddenly became jammed with six crowded busses pulling in simultaneously. Twenty-three of these youngsters assembled on the south side of the assembly and so the class of '52 was organized. We chose as our offi- cers for our Freshman year: Nancy Scholstrate, President: Ruth Stoller, Vice-President: and Donna Lampe, Secretary and Treasurer. In October a hilarious initiation party was given for us by the Seniors which was held at the Yerks homestead. The climax of the evening was sorting our shoes which had obtained a peculiar odor. Our activities consisted of an enjoy- able party held during Christmas at the gymnasium and selling pop at ball games. During the course of the year we lost Dale Armbruster and Marilyn Travis but happily gained Bonnie Ruble. As we began our next year as Sophomores, we discovered to our surprise that we had lost :Velma Voirel and Wanda Sweet but to our delight gained Phil Harris. Later we lost Paul Delagrange leaving us twenty in number. Arlene Scheiwe, President: Jim Hauke, Vice-Presi- dent, and Sandra Roemke Secretary and Treasurer, were selected as our officers. Our first party of the year was held at the club house with folk games and refreshments being taken in by all. It was a very exciting day when we were given permission to give the first Sophomore play ever presented. Mrs. Wetter consented to direct it and the play picked was Grandma's Best Years presented by a cast of sixteen characters. After the second performance we all gathered at Jim Hauke's for a wonderful climax to the excitement. While practicing for the play we composed a poem book which was contributed to the school. We lost Bonnie Ruble in our Junior year but there were still nineteen ambitious young- sters who assembled and elected as officers: Nancy Gatewood, Presidentg Jim Hauke, Vice- Presidentg Barbara Voorhies, Secretary and Treasurer and Larry Eby, Reporter. We re- ceived our sweaters in October and sold an assortment of cards. November brought us our rings and our play, Springtime for Susie, was given. The cast consisted of fifteen charac- ters. Mrs. Wilma Wetter, our director, entertained us at her house following the play. The magazine campaign was brought to a climax with Cletus Miller and Arlene Scheiwe receiving Oscars, and the latter a watch also for being high salesman. In April a formal banquet was held in honor of the Seniors, the theme being Hawaiian. Once again we find ourselves at the threshold of a new school year with nineteen Seniors but during the progress of the year we lost Nancy Gatewood and Tom Orthmann. Jim Hauke was elected President with Leroy Wiesehan and Nancy Scholstrate Vice-President and Secre- tary and Treasurer, respectively. Eleven girls vigorously campaigned to be Queen of Wood- burn Days. The anxiety was ended when'Sandra Roemke was crowned. The Woodburn Park was the scene of the boisterous initiation party in honor of the group called Freshmen. Who could forget all those sore brown noses? To assist our financial condition we had bake sales, paper drives, and last of all, a play. Eleven actors filled the parts in the comedy-mystery, Aunt Susie Shoots The Works, directed by Mrs. Wilma Wetter. Leroy Wiesehan, the high ticket salesman, walked away with a prize for selling sixty tickets. A get together' was held at Arlene S.cheiwe's following the play. A number of sleepless slumber parties were held by the girls. The Juniors held a Dutch Banquet in our honor which was enjoyed by all, Dur- ing the remainder of the year everyone was hustling about to expedite work on The Arrow. The five day trip to Washington, D. C. and New York City was anxiously looked forward to by all. The beautiful and memorable Baccalaureate and Comrnemcement Services were held May ll and l6, respectively. Music was furnished by the Woodburn Band, Junior School Choir and the High School Chorus. Reverend Schulenberg and Reverend Schmidt officiated. A very impressive address was given by Mr. Joseph Tucker. Our colors, blue and white, and our flower, a red and white cornation, are treasured symbols: however, our motto, Within Our- selves Our Future Lies, shall longer be remembered because it determines our distination on the road to success.

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E Chorus . . F. F. A. . Basketball Softball . . Baseball . Volleyball JAMES HAUKE Chorus . . . Baseball . . Basketball . Softball . . . Grandma'5 Best Years Springtime For Susle Aunt Susie Shoots The Works Vice-President President . .

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Prophecies Seniors, have you had an opportunity to look into the future recently? You haven't? Then perhaps you would like to have me reveal the events my vacation trip in 1975 unfolded. One day while lying under a shade tree watching the afternoon sun rays glancing off an aronca as it was landing and taking off from the airport across the field, I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew the ground was falling away from me. After several piercing glances I realized that I was riding in a heliocopter. Seeing a panel with 6 buttons and corre- sponding lights underneath them, I found that all I had to do was push a button and the pilot would immediately fly the 'copter in any direction the button indicated. After some experimenting I finally left the button, signaling straight ahead, in. Within a few minutes we passed over a huge red barn and beautiful white house. Wonderingly I pushed the DOWN button and we were set- ling downward, slowly and easily. The buildings were beautifully kept up and whom should we see coming out of the kitchen door but Bob Paterson. Then I dimly remembered that Bob was a soil conservation expert who had found a way of putting nitrogen into the soil, cheaply. Purring along at a great rate of speed, we soon covered many miles. Seeing a fair sized city beneath us, I decided it was time for dinner. After landing and walking into an attrac- tively bright green-fronted restaurant, I spied the former Betty Sweet, acting as cashier. While chatting with her, I learned that she owned and managed this big, quiet restaurant and that another member of her class was living in Saymore also. It was Phil Harris, now a min- ister known widely for his tact and good grooming. I-Ie had worked as an auto salesman to earn his way through college and after a number of struggling years was at last making a name for himself. Taking off again we headed toward the summer resort near Monticello where we planned to spend the night. After registering at the air-tel office, we decided to stroll down the street to relax before retiring. Passing the window of a gift and novelty shop, we saw Donna Lampe taking inventory and checking orders. The door was locked because it was after hours . She looked up as we turned away and so we merely waved and continued happily down the street. Early the next morning we went to Chicago. After ordering our dinner in the Post , a recently opened restaurant, we leafed through the pages of the Chicago Tribune to the wo- men's section where we found an advertisement announcing the showing of some very exclu- sive models designed by Sandra Roemke at the Smart S. And S. Tailoring and Gown Shop owned and operated by Arlene Scheiwe and Mildred Schaper, who seemed to be doing all right for themselves. There was also an article announcing that Miss Roemke was opening a new fashion studio in 10 days. After dinner we decided to use our Annie Oaklies to see Good Night Ladies , a revised version of a stage show of 30 years ago. While waiting patiently for an usher to show us to our seats, who, but Jim Hauke, in his handsome major's uniform escorting a gorgeous blonde, should walk in. Catching his attention, we learned that he was looking forward to serving in a foreign field after having served in a number of posts scat- tered across the United States since graduating from West Point. After leaving the theater we decided to fly to Detroit immediately rather than try to ob- tain accomodations at such a late hour. Settling gently on the roof landing strip of Hotel Cadillac, we were courteously ushered down to the lobby. There we were registered and given chairs to watch the new telecast until our rooms were ready. The picture of Ruth Stol- ler flashed on the screen. She was boarding a trans-oceanic plane to Paris where she pur- chases most of the gowns sold by the exclusive Skylite Patio room in D. And W.'s at Fort Wayne. A few minutes later we saw a plane dusting a corn field with a new chemical that kills weeds but does not destroy the corn. Since the killing of weeds has been a topic of al- most everyone's conversation, we gave our undivided attention to the screen. On the next flash we saw that it was Leroy Wiesehan demonstrating on his six hundred acre farm out in the west. After catching a few winks of sleep and freshening up we decided to hit the high spots . in town. Walking briskly, we came to the Nursing Foundation and stopping in, we saw Florence 2.0 .Y :g-Tn'