Bedford High School - Peaks Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

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SAAS 77 CLASS PROPHECY {Continued } and was apparently progressing in the medical world. The head surgeon came into the hall and I recognized him as Tom Dooley, much more dignified than he was in high school. I learned through our conversation that Mildred Padgett and Florence Abbott were two of the most competent nurses that had been in that hospital. In that same city I attended an art exhibit and the portrait of a famous United States President attracted my attenion. Imagine how thrilled I was to learn that Esther Chappelle had painted it. At the exhibit I saw a man whose face was familiar and after a close scrutiny, I recognized Jennings Stiff. I learned that he had become a world famous art critic. Apparently out of thin air, a photographer, notebook in hand, came out, snapping pictures of the exhibit and writing a newspaper story. Of all people, I recognized Garland Kidd. As had been my request, my last visit was to the town of Bedford. On my way there, I passed a beautiful farm and there in the field was Archer Noell, a typical farmer, plowing. As I neared Bedford, I saw a new home being erected. Whose could it be? I learned later that Kathleen Powers and Edward Karnes had just married and were building a little love nest. As I drove up Bridge Street, I did not recognize it as the same old Bridge Street. On one side of the street there was a huge beauty salon. The proprietory was Madame Louise Lockard. After I entered, I heard a loud noise, but it turned out to be Virginia Key entering the salon. Mary Truxell was there getting a wave. She said she wanted to look pretty for her fifth wedding anniversary the next day. Little Tom was with her and he was so attractive! My attention was drawn to a salesman for a hair dye com- pany, whose red hair was his only advertisement. The one and only person who could fill such a place, of course, was Lloyd Carter. Across the street, Goode’s Shoe Shop wasn’t just Goode’s any more, but the Goode- Watson Shop. Ira Watson was the manager and Margaret Thomas a most efficient secretary. While I was chatting with them, Geraldine Gillaspie came in. She said, “Oh Watty, I wish you would fix these shoes of Allan’s. He runs them over so badly in the drug store.” I was eager to see what dear Ole Bedford Hi would look like after so many years, so my next visit was to the building. Geraldine Forbes was teaching Home Ec. in Miss Angel’s place. She was also applying the science, for she and Jack Coleman were mar- ried an d living a few miles out of town. An interior decorating course had been in- stalled in the Home Ec. department and Beth Dooley was the very competent teacher. And there was Billy Parker, the high pressure salesman, trying to argue Geraldine into buying some new furniture for the department. Outside the building, Eileen Brent was teaching the kiddies of Bedford the tech- nique of sitting on a horse. Up in the Chemistry laboratory the professor, with di- sheveled hair and rumpled clothes, worked on a new experiment. Naturally it was Bill Anderson. Pictures were being taken for the new annual and Lewis Robertson was manipulating the machine. My dream suddenly, without warning, came to an end. I awoke from my trance and wondered what had become of my strange magician friend, but after it did not matter, I was so happy to know that the future of my graduating class was so bright. LOUISE PARKS, Class Prophet.

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CLASS PROPHECY While touring Europe last summer, in a small town in the little country of Bavaria, I became very much interested in a so-called wizard, a native of that country. For a paltry sum, equivalent to an American dollar, he offered to project my mind into the future and I had the privilege of choosing the persons whose future I should learn. Needless to say I chose the future of Bedford High School’s graduating Class of 1937. I entered the place, which was dark and gloomy and the creator of magic silently handed me a pipe to smoke, the pipe containing some dream-provoking opiate. As I smoked, I fell into a trance and dreamed of the future of my classmates of Bedford High School. As I began to dream, I found myself approaching a huge building. I looked up and saw written in big letters, that it was a printing company and imagine my surprise on learning that the president was Walter Arrington. As I hurried into the building, I quickly recognized the head stenographer Miss Frances Lazenby. As I approached her desk, I saw that she was talking to a man, whom I recognized as Jimmie May. H seemed to be having some trouble. I later found out that he had compiled a dictionary with words so long that the publishers did not have Wide enough paper to print them. His wife was with him and I recognized her as the former Janie Holdren. As I left the building an airplane buzzed across the sky and landed in a field nearby. And whom should I see alighting from the plane but Mary Logwood; in her hand she carried a bunch of well known sket ches. The pilot climbed out and there Fred Turner stood, the boy was always sailing paper airplanes out of the window behind the teacher’s back. Behind him came Gordon Deacon, another classmate. After I talked to him I learned that he was co-pilot. To my surprise, Jane Hardy, the shyest girl in the Senior Class, was the stewardess. After leaving the landing field, I heard that there was a convention in that city. As I approached the crowd, my old friend, Reva Meador, stepped out. She told me that it was a married people’s convention and that she and her husband had come from Big Island, Virginia. As I talked to her, Eleanor Hicks came hurrying up to greet me and I saw with her a tall man in a navy uniform. I easily recognized him as Owen Keeler and of course Eleanor was Mrs. Keeler. A fat couple were having trouble getting through the crowd and when they came in view I recognized Mr. and Mrs. G. D. Hop- kins, Mrs. Hopkins being Ruth Wright before her marriage. As I dreamed, I traveled to another city, and soon after I arrived there I was at- tracted by a sign, Matrimonial Bureau. I entered and saw a door marked President, and being curious about a person who would choose to own such an establishment, I entered. Imagine my shock when I recognized June Mackey behind the desk. She said that she was tired of being married and had decided to put her experience to good use by opening a matrimonial agency. I realized that she must have had much experience in marriage when she informed me that she had just completed proceedings for her fourth divorce. I recognized the name of only one of her husbands, Alex Listoe, of the U. S. Army. I well remembered how desperately Fanny and Listoe were in love during their high school careers. One letter of her correspondence ran thus: “I am very lonely and I can’t find any girl to marry me. Can’t you find me a wife. Signed, Ralph Saunders.” And another letter from Earlie Stanley asked for reference for an eligible husband. The next lap of my journey was to a famous hospital. When I entered I recognized Jack Carter in the immaculate uniform of an interne. He was soon to leave the hospital

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“GHOST OF THE REDSKIN” SENIOR CLASS PLAY bedi iit Hilly te zt Hay uHL thal iH Hi Hi hk i ise é tat ih pee Ze | i CAST OF CHARAGIERS Standing— (Right to Left): Mr. John Horton, a business man......... Ira Watson Tom Mason, a young doctor................. James May Sylvia Horton, their daughter......Geraldine Forbes Ruth Stanton, Jane Curtis’ cousin ...Mary Truxell Aunt Clara Stanton, Jane’s aunt .....Eleanor Hicks Robert Reynolds, a young song writer..Alex Listoe Jane Curtis, Robert’s Fiancee............ June Mackey Seated— (Left to Right) : Fred Lanning, Mason’s friend ............. Owen Keeler Dutch Morris, a likeable “tough”..... Lloyd Carter Chief Rain-in-the-Face .........-... Lewis Robertson Dinah Brown, Clara’s maid.............. Janie Holdren “Slats” Martin, a friend of Mason’s....Fred Turner Juball Jones, a handy man.............. Billy Anderson Mrs, eblorton secs eee ee Eileen Brent bhe@Deadelndtaniem messes Gorden Deacon LINOPSIS OFsP EAN Tom Mason, a young doctor, pursues his hobby of collecting Indian relics along with his medical research. When he and his friend, Fred Lanning, appear at night at a somewhat remote, unoccupied summer home (near an Indian Reservation) carrying the body of a dead Indian, things begin to happen. Shortly after entering the place, they hear a car stop; and they barely have time to conceal the body before Miss Stanton and her two nieces, Jane Curtis and Ruth Stanton, their car having given out of gas, enter the room. In the spur of the moment, Tom Mason decides to pose as owner of the house. Imagine Jane Curtis’s surprise when the door opens and in walks Robert Reynolds, whom she has jilted, for reasons of her own, accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. John Horton and their daughter, Sylvia. Robert startles them all by announcing that this is his house—a recent legacy from a deceased uncle. Jane refuses to remain longer, despite the raging storm without and the report that the Indians are on the warpath. From then on the action moves rapidly, complicated by ghosts, old Indian charms, and hold-ups. ‘Dinah Brown and Juball Jones, two Negroes, add humorous touches to the play.