March 2006 The Megaphone Page 5
Hello Wendell
by Bob Hinshaw
Hello Wendell:
Your secretary sent an e-mail today reminding me of your birthday. Truthfully I’d forgotten it, but at my age that is forgivable.
You know, in writing this, the memories it brings back are many and cherished. Your mother and dad, as customers of the Drug Store, and your three brothers, Fred, Ed and Bob, and the stories the four of you could tell were priceless. When the four of you would come into the store and stand shoulder to shoulder our view of Anderson Street was shut off.
Wendell, I remember one time when you came into the store by yourself and saying you’d heard about the Yankee Club and wanted to see it. So as soon as we closed the Drug Store, we proceeded to the Yankee Club located diagonally across the street from Dietzen’s Bakery on South A Street. The inside was beautiful with all the glass mirrors, etc. After a quick look around, we walked down the long front steps and you said, "Louie Sullivan isn’t going to make it.” And we agreed.
It was thrilling to listen to you and your brothers talking about the Tennessee Valley Authority, the Dole Pineapple Company, Seagram’s Company and many others that you four were board members of.
Thanks again for the memories of the campaign, its headquarters in the John Byus home on South Anderson Street, my wife working there as a secretary and learning politics, how nasty it can be, etc.
My wife, if she were alive at this time of letter writing, I know would thank you for the car that was hers for a month during the campaign and the privileges that went with it.
Thanks again, Wendell, and Happy Birthday.
Bob Hinshaw '40
2/17/06

Willkie
by Dick Dellinger
Remember, Willkie was the only native-born Hoosier to be nominated by a major
political party for the Office of President of the United States.
To forestall any responses: William Henry Harrison was born in Virginia;
Benjamin Harrison, though living in Indiana when elected, was born in Ohio; and
Eugene V. Debs, Terre Haute, ran for president on Socialist tickets -- minor
parties.
Dick Dellinger '54
Noblesville

Joy of the Heart
by Sharon (Woods) Schwartz
You are the sun that warms me and sends
its sunbeams to kiss my face sighing I love you.
You are the soft breeze of each season that cloaks
me in its arms and hugs me keeping me safe from the hurts of the world.
You are the smile I see in the azure blue sky
each time I look upward.
You are the sweetness I taste as I close my eyes
and remember your kiss.
You are the lovely quiver that goes through my body
each time I remember your touch.
You are the kindness that melts my heart
with its soothing words.
You are the loving understanding who listens to my heart
and holds me close to let me cry.
You are the goodness that comes from a loving heart that
gives of itself and kisses my tears away.
You are joy in my heart that I feel each day I awake and "touch the air"
for you are there.
And most of all you are my love for whatever time we have
to be with one another to share our tomorrows.
Sharon (Woods) Schwartz ‘55

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