Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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Senior Prophecy -- cont. structor of St. james School and has introduced a new course of study which makes it compulsory for every boy to read the entire series of Elsie IJlIISI'l10I'CH to he eligible for graduation and college entrance. As a liguresome figure advances towards us in a frightfully short skirt, we know at once that it is Virginia Nalle. We had heard that she married a pro- fessor at Amherst, and she confirms the rumor with Yes, a blue-eyed one. Aside from her 'Iunior-Leaguing in Southport and debutante-daughtering in New York and Richmond, her time is completely occupied by a kindergarten class in economics. .lust then the door opens and in bursts L.C. herself, or perhaps I should say Mrs. Macaroni, to suit her new dignihed appearance. It did not take us long to discover that Elsa had no sooner landed in New York for Barnard than she had made the acquaintance of a young attache of the Italian legation, Antonio Macaroni, who, in his impetuous Italian way, asked her, two days later, to marry him. She has brought her little son, Antonio, Jr., with her. He is certainly handsome, having the very fair skin, light hair, and blue eyes which characterize all northern ltal'ans. She is starting to rave about her villa in Naples, when someone interrupts to remark, Talking about art, did you all notice that hne picture over the mantlepiece? It's a reproduction of one of Kathy Burr's mas- terpiecesf' I'm glad you like it, said a voice from the doorway, and we all turned around, astonished to see Kathy herself, standing there, for the last time we had heard of her, she and her army husband had been stationed in the Philippines. Shortly after becoming famous in the world of art, Kathy's greatest ambition had lzeen realized in becoming an army ofhcer's wife. However, she informs tis earnestly that she has not given up art, but is at that very time working on a series of paintings entitled Army Life or After West Point IN7hat? Sally Bruce Mann has changed radically. She is slightly stooped Qshe never did think much of good posture, you knowj, but otherwise is the picture of painted health. In fact, she has become a menace to the younger generation of females as regards man-hunting and catching. Never being an especially home- loving soul, she has persuaded each of her six husbands in turn to take her around the world on the honeymoon, and she has even discovered a new island on which nothing else but potato chips grow, and in honor of which she has named her fourth son Mr. Chips. Suddenly two huge Russian W'olfhounds appear in the door, followed by Margaret Meyerkort. Margaret has just flown in from her desert island in the South Seas, where she has a thatched hut and fifty servants. Someone speaks up after a momentary lull in the conversation, By the way, where's Polkie? You know,' she laughed half apologetically, I hardly feel right calling her Polkie, now that she's running for President of the United States. Really, someone interrupts, it's remarkable, passing her Bar Examina- tion in four years. They say it's due to her insomniag she did her work in half- time. She should be here any moment, but what with being a criminal lawyer, writing theses on philosophy, and soothing all those nine husbands past and fu- ture, she's busy-yes, rather busy! I'm glad someone is as busy as I, exclaims Nellie, who has just entered during the conversation. Being an army wife, and trying to get my sons even- l24l

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Senior Prophecy HE year is tgtio, and the white house a little way off' the Reisterstown Road and noted for miles around as the home of the hospitable Harveys is literally overflowing with people, for this is a day twofold in its importance. It is not only Hunt Cup day, but also the day appointed for the reunion of the gradu- ating class of 1941 from the Hannah More Academy. The place is alive with chatter. The twenty years that have added grace and charm to that famous class fthe class of the fancy dressesj slip mysteriously away, leaving happy people wl1o cluster around a Miss Harvey dressed in her usual trim riding habit. Each new arrival is greeted with gleeful sounds of Gosh, we're glad to see you! Barbara XfVhritner is here, trim and grave. Her research on the organic structure of the deadly hIitterbug was her first notable scientific contribution. Now married, she and her husband live quietly on a farm with their ten chil- dren. Also present is Brooks, famous as the dramatic artist, whose readings of lVinnie the Pooh have made the entire world Pooh-conscious. Unmarried and an honorary general in the United States Army, she has homes at NVest Point and in New York. Ushering in a herd of children ranging in age from two to eight, comes Ethel. It seems that she ran a kindergarten. teaching her small charges to sing like so many larks, until she fell in love with the man who sold her building blocks. She now has a private kindergarten made up entirely of her own chil- dren, four sets of twins. Miss Harvey gets a telegram. Dolefully she reads, Sorry-holding a class in debate-will think of you between rounds-Love-Sister Mary Genevieve . Ev- erybody groans, for what is a gathering without -lean Viney! There is a rumor that a tall, tan, terrific Amazon is in our midst. To our relief we find that she is no stranger, but our own comrade, Wilmah vVallace, whom we all remember in the days at H.M.A., when she could sit through any Saturday thriller without turning a hair. As she reacched maturity, she felt the need of adventureg so in order to Gnd excitement she made it herself. She does research in camouflage for the vVar Department and has just returned from Af- rica, where she was searching for an invisible dye. An ear splitting greeting issuing from the threshold subtly acquaints us with the fact that Chesca has arrived. She bounces forward attired in immaculate riding clothes, and, oh yes!-her bangs are still banging in their accustomed place! But what is that petit and henpecked individual standing behind her? Her spouse, a rather timid soul, to be sure, but a most agreeable husband, Clhesca asserts. Suddenly, as swiftly as she arrived, Chesca withdraws to take her place as the first female rider in the Hunt Cup Raceg her husband tiptoes meekly after her to adjust her stirrups. Ella Gott floats in as a beautiful cloud glides across the sky. Everyone rushes to greet her, and during the ensuing conversation we learn that she is the happy wife of a wealthy shoe dealer, and she spends her time, when not singing alto solos with the Metropolitan, passing out brown and white shoes to poor children as a veritable Lady Bountiful. vVe hardly recognize Winty Wise since she has dyed her hair and wears it in dignihed braids around her head. She is happily espoused to the athletic in- E231

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Senior Prophecy -- cont. tually i11to XVest Point, lllld supervisi11g a few foreig11 missions lll2llQCS life very full. At what, sl1e added, are you all laughing? l Llilllil llllllCl'SlillllllU Nothing, Nellie, nothing, Ollly you l1llVCIlil cl1a11ged a bit! And by the way, llllllil I owe you 501110 dues? Nellie sigl1s as she used to, but regains l1er usual joviality-and collects tl1e111 smilingly. Breezing i11 with seve11 or eight little Eskimos, COIllIJlClC i11 fur parkas and boots, co111es Sue Heistand. Sl1e's illl ClllllllSl2lSllC lIllSSl0ll2ll'y to Alaska, you know, and is 11ow lCllClllllg' all l1er little charges tl1e rudimettts of zone guarding i11 basketball. A small llllllllp woman is l1ere leading three small cl1ildre11 by lastex leashes. Sl1e l1erself is garbed i11 rubber l'l'UIll head to foot. All are amazed to see Chen- 11ie because she lives i11 a valley among tl1e Andes Qher husband is a rubber many. I flew up this 111orning, she explains, in my new sponge rubber llllllllf. There is no danger of C'l'llSlllllg si11ce tl1e plane bounces. All l1er classmates stand aghastg Chennie always l1as tl1e latest, eve11 while livi11g i11 tl1e Andes. Suddenly a bright ligl1t appears i11 the doorway, caused by -lanie Campbell's red hair. -Ianie is tl1e llC2ltl of a class i11 ll0lllCl1l2llilllg for Hollywood glamour girls. qlanie l1erself tried to crasl1 tl1e movies, but she was too tall for all tl1e leading 111en, Zlllil had to abandon her career. Florrie, lNllO is lllC wife of a prosperous West Virginia coal miner, is here. holding by tl1e hand a little girl, tl1e miniature image of l1er mother. NVe are all immediately cl1arn1ed by little Florence and C'0llllllClll o11 l1ow she resembles her mother as she was when we first k11ew llCl' at Hannah More. Florrie IIUXV has tl1e C0lllIJlClC collectio11 of lVill Bradley's records, Zlllll promises to play them for us at a later date. That career girl, lllill querulous, quacking, quickly acquiring IICWVS-lllllllld, Anne Trapnell, appears on tl1e SCCIIC. Hi, kids, she exclaims, while fingering l1er shorthand pad. She is now such a great reporter llllll murderers l'll!l front that gal Trapnell before the police. The girls only see llCl' for a minute, she is off to interview tl1e entries i11 the Hunt Cup. Suddenly Miss Harvey announces llllll Pughie cannot be here . . . a Met- ropolitan engagentent. It seems tl1at after Pughie married tl1e lllilll of Xvlltllll she was extremely liflllil during her last year at school, she entered the opera. Zlllll 11ow is one of tl1e 111ost li2llll0US XV2igllCl'l2lll sopranos. Critics consider l1er second only to Madame Flagstad, but we consider her second to 11o11e. Our illustrious chemist, wife, a11d mother, qloan xVl'0lll, to llll' amazement of all, l1as found time to co111e to our reunion. Due to llCl' absorbing research work o11 tl1e lllllL'ly-llllI'Cl element, Zlllll to tl1e great amount of time she spends helping l1er llllSlJ2lIlll compose his numerous sermons, we had all thought llllll she would be unable to join us. XVe are so glad to meet -I0llll'S adoring llllSlJllIlLl, and all of us are delighted by l1er little group of eager children. This Wtblllilllil be a real reunion without -lo-anne. And so we leave tl1e class of '41 alive. prosperous, Zlllil lIl0Slly married. But then, even as se11iors we were sedate, well-behaved, Zlllll generally expected to take the Cilllll road to domesticity rather lllilll subject our timid, wo111a11ly souls to the bullets of tl1e world, u11protected. Respected, 11ow as lllCll, we are all i11- deed pillars of our C0l1llIllllllllCSH, Zlllll regularly pay our Zllllltlllilt' dues! l25l