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

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Webster, Secretary to the President. She wa-s recruiting nurses and doctors to go to Alaska and care for the people who had been stricken by a strange epidemic within the last few weeks We wholly agree that Florence has really come far since her old high school days at Wood- burn. Going over to the Detroit Free Press office, we saw Nancy Scholstrate at the switch- board handling incoming telephone calls nimbly and swiftly. While she was trying to get us an appointment with the editor, we watched the deft touch of her fingers as she operated her electronic typewriter. After learning that the editor could not see us, we wandered dazedly over to the Econom- ic Credit Office, the new government office which was recently opened in Detroit. Thene we found Barbara Voorhies auditing the records and recommending the needed changes in the procedure. We learned that her usual place of employment was Washington, D. C., and that it was only rarely she was able to leave her important post of Economic Stabilizer in Area 143 for a few days. Checking out in midafternoon we left good old home sweet home. Flying over the old Maumee we headed straight for Fort Wayne. We were just in glimps- ing distance of the most important city in the world when I realized we were over home terri- tory. Looking down I saw the fields and beautiful big white buildings of Erwin Knoblauch, a neat looking place which showed very good management. Landing at Bear Field, we were decending quickly from the 'copter when we noticed a group of fellows walking across the long, wide runway each carrying an overnight bag. We saw then climb hurriedly and very excitedly into the airline, Sports-o-phere owned by Larry Eby. Yes, these were Larry's boys taking off for the important championship baseball game at Minneapolis tomorrow. Fifteen years ago, Larry had played on this same team he is now managing. On our way home in a taxicab we passed the new three story house Barbara Ort and her husband are building. It is of an ultra-ultraqmodern design and construction and everyone is talking about its atom powered elevators, lights, and heating plant. They are also shaking their heads about the fact that although it has sixteen rooms, its actual weight is no more than a three room cottage of 25 years ago. Everyone seems to be predicting a catastrophe of some sort for something so different.

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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'

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