Bruce Johnson and museum Curator Susie Richter will be among performers at the Hoosier Entertainers Variety Show on Saturday, May 19.

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Have you ever noticed how many entertainers and composers came from Indiana? In conjunction with the current display, “Prominent People of LaPorte County” the LaPorte County Historical Society Museum is planning an after-hours evening of entertainment honoring talented bygone folks from Indiana. The event will take place Saturday, May 19, starting at 7 p.m. at the LaPorte County Historical Society Museum.

On the agenda for the evening will be some Hoagy Carmichael and Cole Porter songs performed by local performers, including Sheryl Edwards, Jim Lampl, Bruce Johnson, Sandy Gleim, Susie Richter, Robert Richter, and Bob and Rose Marie Dure. Also on the agenda are comedy skits and dramatic readings originally done by famous Hoosiers, in the style of Red Skelton and Anne Baxter. Other Hoosiers will also be highlighted, including some local surprises.

The program is free; however, regular museum admission will apply ($6 for out-of-county residents, $5 for out-of-county seniors, $3 for county residents ages 12 and up, free for children under 12). Reservations are not required. Seats may be saved on a first-come-first-served basis. The doors will open 45 minutes before show time to give visitors a chance to tour the museum after choosing their seats.

The museum is located at 2405 Indiana Ave. in LaPorte. Regular hours are Tuesday through Saturday, 10 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Call (219) 324-6767 or visit www.laportecountyhistory.org for further information.

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By Maverick Blanton

Downstairs, the guests were beginning to get very restless; no explanation had been offered for the delay. Not even the soothing sounds of fifty Frank Sinatras could keep the tension down.

Inside, Allison was on the verge of having her fourth breakdown of the day.

Author Maverick Blanton

“If they’re not down in three minutes I’m going to hold my breath until I die!” she cried, throwing her bouquet down.

“Promises, promises,” Michael said under his breath.

At that moment his mother and older sister came hurrying down the stairs, completely disheveled.

“You can’t go out there looking like that!” Allison cried, aghast.

“Like hell we can’t,” Mrs. George-Foreman snapped. “Where’s your father?”

“Right here,” Michael said, throwing him once more onto his shoulder.

The two women dashed for him.

“What are you doing?!” Allison screamed, throwing herself between them. “You two need to be out there right now!”

“We—just—need—the—” Victoria tried to push past her sister; however, Allison seemed to have gained near super-human strength, a deadly gift in her arsenal. At that exact moment, the Sinatra choir began singing a version of the Wedding March comprised entirely of “doo be doo be doos,” a song that almost seemed to give Allison a demonic sort of aura.

“Get. Out. There. Now,” she hissed, eyes wild. Suddenly intimidated, the two women dusted themselves off and sullenly made their ways into the audience.

Allison took another deep breath and put on a dazzling smile, the type normally seen in musicals or beauty pageants. Motioning for her brother to join her side, she linked her arm through her dead father’s and began to walk through the doors. “Let anyone know he’s dead,” she hissed at Michael, “and we’ll be planning your funeral before we start his.”

“Ally, let’s face it, he’s more expressive now than he was when he was living,” Michael shot back. By this time they were outside; the entire assembly had risen to watch them walk in.

Several people whispered about the state of Dr. Foreman; however, seeing as he looked just as uncoordinated as usual, no one suspected much. Michael and Allison continued to give their strained smiles, each hoping to whatever higher power would hear them that the old man’s corpse would not fall between them.

As the trio walked down the aisle, Great-Aunt Beatrice looked up from her wedding program to see her husband meet another woman and her father at the altar before her. “Will,” she whispered, heartbroken. Then the rage set in.

At the same moment, the breeze shifted aside Dr. Foreman’s coat pocket, and Victoria was given the perfect view of a long, white sheet of paper tucked away inside. “There it is!” she hissed to her mother.

Allison’s jaw felt like it was going to break as she finally reached the altar. Her fiancé, Rupert, gave her a reassuring grin; she completely ignored him and motioned for the priest to get rolling with the ceremony.

The man opened his Bible. “Dearly beloved,” he began, “we are gathered here today to …”

Allison felt her mind wander. Look how pretty everything is, she thought pleasantly. I’m so pretty. Everyone’s looking at me. I’m getting married, I’m a princess, look at me, look at me, look at me.

The priest droned on some more about the sanctity of the union.

This is getting boring. Get to the part where I talk.

He cleared his throat. “If there are any objections as to why these two should not wed, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Allison saw a brief flash of white; that was all the warning she got before she heard a frail old voice cry, “I object!”

Everyone in the audience gasped and turned to see Great-Aunt Beatrice standing in the middle of the aisle, finger raised as if summoning the powers of the heavens to her aid.

The priest blinked. Unsure of how to proceed, he cleared his throat again and asked, “Uh … really? Why?”

Beatrice drew herself to full height. “Because that man is my husband,” she announced dramatically.

Rupert jumped back as exclamations of horror rippled through the audience. “No, I’m not!” he yelled loudly, face pale.

Beatrice hobbled forward indignantly. “William Foreman, how dare you?” she hissed. “I’ve waited this whole war for you and …” She slowed down as she drew closer and got a better look at him. “Oh. You’re not Will, are you?”

“Of course I’m not Will! Who the hell’s that?”

Beatrice looked back at the audience, confused. Her wandering eyes fell on Michael, who had been trying to hide his face behind his program. “There you are, honey!” Her eyes then fell on Dr. Foreman’s body, which was slumped rather unconvincingly next to his son. “And you must be Francis! Why, you’re looking better already!” She leaned forward with an outstretched hand. “So pleased to meet you, I’m Beatrice, Willy’s wife.” With that, she took up his cold hand in hers and gave it a firm shake.

Then the breeze picked up.

This, combined with the movement from the shaking limbs, served to knock the paper free from Dr. Foreman’s suit coat. Confused, the old woman bent down to pick it up. She barely had the chance to read “LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF—” before a combined force of Mrs. George-Foreman and Victoria plowed into her so hard that the poor woman was sent sailing back into the priest.

There was a huge confusion, with several guests screaming, fifty Sinatras still obliviously crooning, Beatrice and the priest moaning, and Allison pulling out clumps of her hair in the background. Despite all this, Victoria still managed to wrench the will out of her great-aunt’s birdlike hands and devour it in front of the entire congregation.

“Hahahaha,” she roared in front of everyone, now looking at her as if she were some sort of dangerous animal at the zoo. “It’s all ours! The money’s all ours!”

“What are you talking about?!” Allison screamed, running at her. The keen observer would have noticed that she was foaming slightly at the mouth. “You’ve ruined my wedding, you sanctimonious b—”

“EVERYONE, SHUT UP!” Mrs. George-Foreman yelled. She leapt to her feet with surprising agility for a woman of her age and stature. “I’m calling the lawyer!” Victoria climbed to her feet as well and stood hunched behind her mother.

“Hello, this is Annette George-Foreman speaking,” Mrs. George-Foreman said gleefully. “I was wondering if I could speak with Mr. Nevilles?” There was a slight pause. “What do you mean he’s left? What do you mean, he said he’s not coming back? What do you mean, he left for South Africa an hour ago on his private jet? WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HE LEFT US A NOTE SAYING ‘THANKS FOR THE INHERITANCE, SUCKERS’? WHAT DO YOU MEAN—”

Mrs. George-Foreman looked up in rage. “That skank just hung up on me!”

Victoria, meanwhile, had gotten quite pale. “Mother,” she said quickly, “what’s the matter?”

Mrs. George-Foreman threw her phone to the ground, furious. “THAT THIEVING SCUMBAG OF A LAWYER STOLE ALL OUR MONEY!”

Victoria grabbed her mother by the shoulders. “What does that mean?”

“It means we’re broke! It means all of Daddy’s money is gone! It means I might have to work!”

“Wait a minute,” someone from the audience said.

The family turned around to stare at him.

“What’s all this talk about inheritance? Is there something wrong with Dr. Foreman?”

“Oh, right. Everyone, he’s dead,” Mrs. George-Foreman said dismissively.

There was a collective silence. For an incredibly awkward moment, the family and the guests stared each other down, as if daring the other side to speak first. Finally, the crowd began to back away slowly, as if afraid the craziness was contagious.

“Well, that ended well,” Michael said dryly.

The surviving members of his family had no energy left to give anything, other than a few feeble “Shut up, Michael”s.

Suddenly, Michael began to laugh — a deep-throated, belly laugh completely inappropriate for the situation they found themselves in.

“What are you laughing about now?” Victoria’s voice had lost all inflection.

“Nothing,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye. “It’s just, if this is how the wedding went, I can’t WAIT to see the funeral!”

There was a slight pause as the George-Foreman women all strongly considered killing him. However, ultimately deciding that they’d had enough death for one day, they linked arms with him and walked toward the house, ready to start a new chapter in their lives.

May 18, 1912 — The LaPorte Cigar Co., occupying three floors of the Levi building on Michigan Avenue between Main and State streets, will be formally opened this evening.

May 18, 1962 — LaPorte High School prom queen candidates are Ann Campbell, Cynthia Hedstrom, LaDonna Johnson, Patsy Miller, and Sandra Ransom.

May 18, 1987 — Fully recovered from a stroke, Harry Caray returns as play-by-play announcer for the Chicago Cubs.

May 18, 2002 — 28 of 30 LaPorte County agencies are getting less United Way funding this year.

Asher was born Thursday, May 10, 2012, and Sadie was born Monday, May 14, 2012.

There will be no services or visitation. Lakeview Funeral Home and Crematory, LaPorte, is handling arrangements.

Messages of condolence may be posted below on WNLP, as well as at www.LakeviewFHC.com.

Here are upcoming local American Red Cross blood drives:

– Friday, May 18, 7 a.m. to noon, IU Health LaPorte Hospital Auditorium. Come to donate and receive a $3 lunch coupon and a Sports First Aid Kit. Please call 326-1234, ext. 1518 to schedule your appointment.

– Saturday, May 19, 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., New Hope Missionary Baptist Church, 730 W. Sixth St., Michigan City. Please call 879-9480 to schedule your appointment.

– Monday, May 21, 1 to 6 p.m., St. John Kanty Hall, 7012 North 600 East, Rolling Prairie. This blood drive is sponsored by Knights of Columbus.

– Tuesday, May 22, 1 to 6 p.m., Bethany Lutheran Church Hall, 102 G St., LaPorte.

– Tuesday, May 22, 1:30 to 6 p.m., Joy Elementary School, 1600 E. Coolspring Ave., Michigan City. Please go to redcrossblood.org and enter sponsor code “joyes” to schedule your appointment.

– Thursday, May 24, 2:30 to 6:30 p.m., Springfield Elementary School gymnasium, 3054 West 800 North, Michigan City. Please go to redcrossblood.org and enter sponsor code “sfieldelem” to schedule your appointment. Sponsored by the Pint Size Heroes of Springfield Elementary School.

– Friday, May 25, 1:45 to 6:30 p.m., LaPorte High School Small Gymnasium. Please go to redcrossblood.org and enter sponsor code “laphs” to schedule your appointment. Sponsored by area Elementary School Pint Size Heroes.

– Sunday, June 3, 9 a.m. to 2 p.m., Conservation Club House, 1 Mill Pond Rd., Union Mills.

– Tuesday, June 5, noon to 6 p.m., St. John’s United Church of Christ Fellowship Hall, 101 St. John Rd., Michigan City.

– Wednesday, June 6, noon to 4 p.m., Walgreens, 101 W. U.S. 20, Michigan City. Please call 879-9598 to schedule your appointment.

– Monday, June 11, noon to 6 p.m., First Church of God gymnasium, 2020 E. Lincolnway, LaPorte.

– Friday, June 15, 11 a.m. to 3 p.m., Firstsource Solutions, 1232 W. State Road 2, LaPorte. Please call 386-7754 to schedule your appointment.

Youths who are already capable of playing nine holes on their own and are interested in tournaments should register for the Players Club, while those who are newer to the game will be eligible for the First Swing Program.

Dates for the sessions are:

Session 1: June 11, 12, 13, 15

Session 2: June 19, 20, 21, 22

Session 2: July 10, 11, 12, 13

Cost for the program is $55 per youth and early registration is highly encouraged to ensure a spot in the program. Call Briar Leaf to register or receive more information at 326-1992. A printable registration form is available at www.briarleaf.com.

She was born Oct. 3, 1937, in Valparaiso, IN, to John D. Sr. and Margaret (Cone) Nichols.

Mrs. Novak graduated from Isaac C. Elston High School, Michigan City, IN, in 1956. She worked as a bus driver for Michigan City Area Schools for 12 years until her retirement in 1992. Diane had attended Friendship Baptist Church in LaPorte. She loved to travel and spend time with her family and grandchildren.

On Sept. 15, 1956, in Michigan City, she married Richard Dean Novak, who preceded her in death on Feb. 5, 2009.

She was also preceded in death by her parents and two grandsons, Kenneth and Jerry Novak.

Survivors include six children, Kathy Dudley, Stephen (Sheli) Novak, Daniel Novak and Paul (Kelly) Novak, all of LaPorte, Lenny (Bebo) Novak of Naperville, IL, and Marianne Harmon of Glenwood, IL; 16 grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; two sisters, Cynthia vonBorstel of Vancouver, WA, and Nancy (Robert) Hoeppner of Warsaw, IN; and one brother, John (Ruth) Nichols Jr. of Umatilla, OR.

A memorial service celebrating her life will be held at 4 p.m. Monday, May 21, at Lakeview Funeral Home and Crematory, LaPorte, with Pastor Randy Cook officiating. Visitation will be held Monday from 1 p.m. until the service. Cremation will take place and private burial of ashes will be held at a later date in Greenwood Cemetery, Michigan City.

In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to Agape Children’s Fund c/o Advancing Christ’s Kingdom Ministries, 1428 E. Michigan Blvd., Michigan City, IN 46360; or Friendship Baptist Church, 3991 E. State Road 4, LaPorte, IN 46350.

Messages of condolence may be posted below on WNLP, as well as at www.LakeviewFHC.com.

At the 2011 camp, LaPorte County Small Animal Shelter Director Jane Bernard instructs kids in animal first aid with the help of her pooch, Addie. Photo by Dennis Proud. (Click on photo to enlarge)

If your child loves animals, be sure to sign him or her up for the 3rd annual Animal Care Camp for Kids (ages 6-14), which will take place June 26, 27 and 28 at the LaPorte County Small Animal Shelter.

The camp, sponsored by the shelter, is designed for kids who truly have a love for animals. This action-packed camp will cover all aspects of animal care, including: proper grooming techniques, pet first aid instructed by both large- and small-animal veterinarians, shelter care, and responsible pet ownership.

The camp will be lead by Miranda Reeves, who owns Four Star Behavior Pet Training School in Valparaiso.

– Day 1 on June 26 will feature: kennel work/animal interaction, animal CPR, large-animal veterinary care, and large-animal hoof care.

– Day 2 on June 27 will feature: kennel work/animal interaction, animal control, responsible pet ownership, and grooming.

– Day 3 on June 28 will feature: kennel work/animal Interaction, small-animal veterinary care, animal emergencies, pet first aid, and a demonstration by a K-9 police officer. A pizza party will wrap up the camp on Day 3.

Drinks and snacks will be provided each day.

The camp is divided each day into two age groups: ages 6-9, 9 a.m. to noon; and ages 10-14, 1 to 4 p.m. The 3-day camp cost is $60 per child. Registration deadline is Friday, June 15. Space is limited, so register early! Contact the LaPorte County Small Animal Shelter, 2855 W. State Road 2, LaPorte, at (219) 326-1637 or email lpcoac@laportecounty.org.

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By Maverick Blanton

Mrs. George-Foreman looked around conspiratorially. “Look, we need the will right away because … well, because your father didn’t exactly leave us anything in it.”

“WHAT?!”

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“Shut up!” Mrs. George-Foreman spun around, as if certain someone had snuck through the walls to spy on their conversation. “He didn’t, all right? He left us nothing and gave it to that nutcase Beatrice. That’s why we need the will right away. To destroy it.” She looked up to see her daughter frozen solid. Evidently the idea that she might end up poor had shocked her so badly that she had momentarily forgotten all her motor skills. Her mother responded by splashing yet another bottle of brandy in her face.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!” her daughter screamed, a sound of terror that should have been reserved for when she found her father’s dead body. “WE NEED TO GET THAT WILL RIGHT AWAY!”

“Then call the lawyer!” Mrs. George-Foreman snarled, looking angrily at the now half-empty bottle of booze. It was getting harder and harder to keep good booze in that house.

Victoria nodded and quickly dialed the appropriate number. “Hello, Mr. Nevilles?” she said sweetly, putting on her best ‘rich girl’ voice. “Hi, this is Victoria George-Foreman. We’ve got a slight situation on our hands …”

The lawyer sighed. “Whose house has your mother crashed her car into this time?”

“Unfortunately, no one’s. This is a bit more serious.”

There was a sympathetic “tsk”ing from the other end. “Your father kill someone mid-surgery again?”

“What? No, no!” Victoria cleared her throat. “In fact, one could almost say the exact opposite … you see … well, Daddy’s dead.”

Shocked silence. “Beg pardon?”

“I know, I know, it’s all very surprising and tragic,” Victoria said. “Believe me, I’m horribly traumatized from the whole experience. I probably will never be the same again.” She let that sentence hang out in the open for a few seconds to increase the dramatic effect. “But anyways, Mother needs to see Daddy’s will ASAP.”

Mr. Nevilles coughed very loudly, obviously extremely shaken. “Yes, yes, of course … the will … let’s see … the will, the will, the will … where is the will …”

Victoria frowned. “You do know where the will is, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, of course I do …” There was a long silence, and for an instant Victoria had a glorious vision of being totally in the clear. Unfortunately, a few seconds later the lawyer cleared his throat and said, “Ah, yes, how silly of me. I forgot. Your father kept all copies of the will in your house.”

“In our house?” Victoria said sharply; her mother looked up at her from the brandy glass. “You mean Daddy’s will is somewhere in here?”

“That’s the idea, isn’t it?” There was some more coughing from the other end. “Unfortunately, I’m not sure where in your house the will is; he never really trusted me with that information.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet he didn’t,” Victoria murmured, scanning the room wildly with her eyes.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly. “Well, thank you, Mr. Nevilles. We’ll call you the instant we find it, OK? Goodbye.” She ended the call and glanced sharply at her mother. “It’s in the house somewhere.”

Mrs. George-Foreman did her own quick scan of the room. “Any idea where?”

“None,” her daughter replied grimly. “How much time do we have until the ceremony starts?”

Mrs. George-Foreman looked her watch. “45 minutes.” The two women stared at each other for a moment. Then, like clockwork, they began a mad search of the study, tearing apart cushions in an effort to find the wealth that was now all theirs.

Meanwhile, Michael was staring at his father’s corpse, which was sprawled out on the bed that it had occupied when in life.

This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever had to do, he thought darkly, and I’ve dated a Kardashian sister.

Suppressing his revulsion, he stooped down and threw his father’s arm over his shoulder, staggering under the body’s weight. “You better have left me a ton of money,” Michael growled through clenched teeth, making his way through the bedroom door and down the hallway. The dead man’s feet dragged on the floor, catching on the carpet and nearly sending his son sprawling. “And the house in Jamaica. A ton of money and the house in Jamaica.” He then had the misfortune of catching a whiff of his father’s body odor. “Oh, God. And the yacht. Definitely the yacht.”

Michael staggered down the corridor until finally reaching the top of the stairs. He tried to take a step forward; however, his father’s weight nearly sent him careening over the edge. Sweating rather heavily at this point, Michael set his father down and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. “You really should have exercised more, Dad,” he wheezed, running his hand through his hair. “Now, how am I going to get you downstairs …” After a moment’s reflection, Michael shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his father’s feet, dragging him. As the corpse hit the steps, its head began to bounce, making a sound so sickening Michael thought he was going to vomit.

“No!” he snarled, fighting the nausea. “I paid too much for this tuxedo to get it any more disgusting than it already is!” Determined to make it through, he picked up his speed. Halfway down, however, an ancient voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“William, is that you?”

Michael spun around to see a tiny old woman with an enormous head of white hair peering up at him expectantly.

“Great-Aunt Beatrice,” he said hurriedly, trying to block her view of his father. “It’s so nice to see you.”

His aunt smiled at him with tears in her eyes. “Oh, Will, where have you been all these years? I thought you’d never come back!”

Michael’s smile became, if possible, even more strained. “Aunt Beatrice, it’s me, Michael. Uncle William died in World War II.”

The woman shook her head. “No, no, Will, you’re right here. I’m so glad you’ve come back!” A sly look crept into her eyes. “I hope you’re still interested in me, after spending all that time with those French girls …”

“Wow,” Michael said. “Today really did just get worse.”

His aunt had stopped paying attention to him. “Who’s that you’re dragging, Will?”

Michael panicked. “That’s … that’s um …. that’s …” Inspiration hit him. “That’s … my buddy Francis. He’s been badly injured, Beatrice. I need to get him to a doctor right away.”

The old woman’s eyes grew very wide. “Is he going to die, Willy?”

“Oh, just maybe,” Michael said a bit wildly. “Beatrice, I —”

“Call me BeeBee, baby.”

“Er … all right … BeeBee, be a doll and just go out back, okay? I’ll be with you before you’ll even know I’m gone.”

“I’ll be waiting, Will,” she said lovingly. Blowing him a kiss, she began to make her feeble way to the backyard.

Michael watched her go and promptly started gagging. “At least you died before you got like her,” he huffed as he hoisted his father once more onto his shoulder. “Gotta appreciate the small things in life.”

Allison was already waiting for him in front of the garden doors. “He’s got dirt all over him,” she said in dismay, pointing at him with her bouquet.

“Somehow I don’t think that matters at this point.” Michael took his father’s handkerchief and mopped his face. “Where are Mom and Vicky?”

“I don’t know,” Allison said tensely. “They better not be late after all this trouble …”

There was a loud BANG from upstairs, followed by a cry of pain.

Allison closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I swear, if anyone else dies today …”

“Better keep an eye out for Aunt Beatrice,” Michael muttered. “Esperanza, please go and make sure my mother and sister haven’t suddenly decided to keep my father company.”

The maid shot him a dirty look. “Working for this family is like working in a zoo.”

“Try being a member.” Michael plopped down in an armchair. “While you’re at it, get me some of that brandy as well.”

Esperanza mounted the stairs and began looking down the hallway. “Senora?” she called, peeking into one of the bedrooms. “Senorita Victoria? Where are you? I hope that you are not dead …” She peered into Dr. Foreman’s office. “Ay, Dios mio, que hacen?!”

Mrs. George-Foreman and her daughter lay spread-eagle on the office floor, the contents of a massive oak bookshelf scattered around them. The bookshelf in question lay flat between them.

The maid crossed her arms. “I am not cleaning this up.”

“Oh, no one asked you,” Mrs. George-Foreman gasped. “Vicky, did you find anything?”

“Nope,” Victoria said a little dazedly. “But then again I got a little distracted at the end there …”

“Senora,” Esperanza said quickly, “your daughter is getting married in twenty-five minutes!”

“Mother, give it up,” Victoria panted. “We’ll have to look for it later.”

Mrs. George-Foreman shook her head. “We can’t give up … won’t give my money to Beatrice …”

Victoria coughed loudly. “But we’ve looked everywhere!” she said desperately. “I don’t know where else it’d be!”

“Well, where would Daddy keep something that precious to him? Something that he would want to know where it was at all times?”

Esperanza cleared her throat. “Perdon, Senora, but are you looking for something?”

Mrs. George-Foreman shot her maid a death glare. “No, Esperanza. I just decided to rearrange my study thirty minutes before my daughter’s wedding.”

“Mother, maybe she can help us,” Victoria said desperately. “Esperanza, we’re looking for my father’s will.”

The maid frowned. “A will?”

Victoria sighed impatiently. “You know…a will-o …”

“You are looking for a tree?”

“No, no!” Victoria slammed her hand to the floor in frustration; it happened to slam onto a Spanish-English dictionary. “Ah! One second. We are looking for my father’s … testamento?”

Esperanza’s face lit up. “OH! The will?”

“YES!” The two women leapt to their feet in excitement.

“I do not know where it is,” the maid said sadly.

“Oh.” They both sat back down.

“However,” she continued, “I did see Senor Foreman put a very large piece of paper into his coat pocket this morning. Perhaps that is it?”

Mrs. George-Foreman furrowed her eyebrows. “Well, wait, that would mean …” Her eyes grew wide with horror. “Oh, no …”

FRIDAY: Part 3

May 17, 1912 — Because his wife became a trifler two weeks after they were married and said she didn’t care to live with him anyhow, Harry Plumbeck brought suit for divorce.

May 17, 1962 — Temperatures in the 80s and 90s are predicted to continue at least through Saturday.

May 17, 1987 — Father Theodore Hesburgh presides over his final commencement ceremony at the University of Notre Dame.

May 17, 2002 — Two brothers are arrested in connection with 11 vandalism incidents at St. John Kanty Cemetery, Rolling Prairie, that have occurred in the past six months.