Brownmoor School - El Alacran Yearbook (Phoenix, AZ)

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I made a U turn - and headed southward for New Mexico - two of my old friends were there - and I thought I might as well kill two birds with one stone. fNot literally, though - I wasn't that anxious to rob them of life - even for Pete.J My first stop was Roswell, New Mexico, the home of Shad. Although she never succeeded in catching a mate , she has done quite well - for the dude. Shad has designed a pair of bow-legged iodhpurs, and although this doesn't sound too bad, these are extremely funny looking. You see, they consist of lust a frame. You complete the iodhpurs. CA sort of do-it-yourself kit.J Everywhere you go, you purchase S 8. H Green Stamps, and then you paste them on the frame. When you complete the outfit, the company gives you a horse to go with it. Nice if you can do it. Most of Shad's spare time is engaged in playing cards, and at this she is extremely lucky. She man- ages to walk away with the purse every time. lShe accomplishes this by aces - back to back.J Keep that green rolling in, Shad. I wish I could help you spend it. I made another U turn - and went north a few miles to Santa Fe where Dallas had made her home. Stop- ping momentarily over Penney's, I saw our Texas Rose modeling - and doing a very good job at her iob. Even a 52.98 housedress at Penney's looks good on Dallas, but I do wish that girl would lose a little weight and learn about color combinations. Dallas and her size-eighteen don't look so bad, but when you put colors on her like fushia and aqua, it looks ,pretty ghastly. I had to leave before I got sick - so away I sped. I was getting all mixed up on directions and my poor celestial cloudmobile was almost exhausted. I had to then go south to Panama, and the famous canal, where I'd heard Goonie had been hired. I didn't think she was planning to do work as a contractor, and l was right. As I circled above the canal, I saw Goonie sitting and patiently knitting reinforcement locks for the canal. Her needles were microscopic - because their knitting had to retain the water. Oh well - we all have head trouble once in a while, but she was getting a good amount for her tedious labor - I must admit. A penny a stitch is a considerable sum, especially wheri she had to fill up the whole canal. Bye, Bye, Goon! At the rate you're headed, I'II see you quite shortly. fPoor girl is cracking up.D I didn't have to turn around again, for this time I was headed for South America and Sue Carter. In Lima, Peru, among the Inca Indians, I discovered Sue. After six futile marriages - she had discovered a Latin Lover, and they were making their home in a huge mansion atop a green mountain. I wondered how my room had gotten along with her new hubby, but what met my eye was indeed sad. Sue's Latin lover had stopped lovin' his baby , and had left her. After six trips to Reno, Nevada, the territory seemed quite familiar, and I wondered if it was the home for divorcees that Iurd her, or other interests. After this trip to Reno - I think a nest will be made permanently for our Lovely One. Ithen came up the Pacific Coast to Los Angeles, my home town. I was so glad that Suzy Collins and Don were living there, for I wanted to see Hollywood, along with them. Suzy and Don had made up quite a good act - and they were showing at the Wilshire Ebel theater in L. A. It is a shooting exhibition, in which Don shoots a cigarette etc., out of poor Suzy's mouth, with his Smith and Wesson. Most of Suzy's spare time is spent in tak- ing her son Mark to the stock-car faces at Saugus, where she races -a black Ford, and usually walks away with the prize money. Got to hand it to that gal, she is really doing a good iob at marriage, except for a few minor fights over material things. For example, Suzy took a pot shot at their two-month-old baby because, as she said, He was too lazy to do the dishes. Well - do you blame her? Flying over Bel-Aire, I pondered over the home of Red Skelton and there found Sonnie permanently em- ployed. Every week Sonnie takes some of her red hair, to make a tooth brush for the famous redhead. In her spare time Sass scrubs off her freckles and Red uses them to seal his fan mail. Well, we all have to make a liv- ing the best we can. My poor little cloudmobile had plum pooped out, and the day was turning into night. I shot upward, on my homeward journey. I was to tired I never thought I would reach my celestial home. Hitching myself to a shoot- ing star, I was swept upward until I was placed in front of Pete's home. I rang the bell, and the pearly gates silently opened, admitting me to the kingdom of heaven. Pete rushed up to me, and threw his arms around me. Well? he said with a hopeful look. Did you bring me some new recruits? New recruits? I stammered. Oh, Pete, I forgot all about them. I went to earth and stopped off to see some of my old friends, and I completely forgot. Pete clenched his hands and his brow furrowed. Oh, Huss, why didn't you bring me someone - anyone, iust so I won't lose face. Pete sent me to my c wud and told me to wait for further notice. Trembling, I obeyed - complete submission is always the best policy! I was summoned before Pete once again - and Iwas told that I was placed on Heavenly Group No. 5, a :I I thought that I would pass out. As I tucked myself between two clouds, I thought that this indeed had been ar eventful day. Group No. 5 - and now I was confinezl to my cloud - until celestial ratings came out in two thousand years. I'Il never escape Brownmoor - even here in heaven - so perhaps I shouIdn't even try. I closed my 'yes, snuggled down - to dream about - Our Senior CIass. J. LINDA HUSSEY '56

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The sun sent its shining rays peeping over the edge of my snug little cloud - and I buried my head in the frosty whiteness, trying to catch a few more winks of precious sleep. Knowing that this was useless, I resigned myself to the fact that I must get up and set out on my daily tasks. After washing my face in raindrops that had nestled in my cloud, I slipped into my clean white robe and flipped my halo on as best I could with one hand. After leisurely eating breakfast, which somehow seemed to take on the horrid appearance of chocolate cake and orange iuice, I realized that I had a few extra moments be- fore I had-to report to Pete fSt. Peter to youl. I straightened out the ruffles in my cloud and then sat down to plunk out a few bars of Darling Je Vous Aime Beaucoup on my battered but beautiful harp. No more had I gotten out the line about I love you yes I do - when that confounded trumpet nearly iolted me out of my celestial home. I marched indignantly up to the pearly gates - ready to put old Pete through a wall. Seeing my old friend pac- ing up and down mumbling to himself made me forget my speech about Why in heaven's name must you have the volume on that trumpet so loud. Pete stopped and stuck his hands in his pockets - Huss he said, I've got troubles . Knowing that I was the chief advisor, I offered my help, and then asked what was the matter. We haven't been receiving many new recruits lately, Huss, and I'm supposed to report to the higher authority tonight. I really don't know where I'm go- ing to round up people to push up daisies on such short notice. Do you think you could possibly take a day off from counting your sunbeams, and go and gather a few thousand people to get up here? Thinking over this interrogation - I decided that I could do this small favor for Pete, who had been so kind to me. I agreed and, bidding adieu - hopped in my blue and white Pontiac fheavenly colors, you knowl pushed the gold starter button - and took off like an angel out of heaven, for parts unknown. Never having learned how to drive, I couIdn't handle the power steering very well, and I found myself out in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Driving frantically up and down the middle, I finally spotted a navy sub- marine churning through the water. On deck, I discovered Lynne casually swabbing the deck - and in her famil- iar melodious warbling she gave out with excerpts from Anchors Away . Behind her, peeping out of port- holes, were eleven little Anchors Away. Because of Lynne's love of cooking, and its after-effects, the head sailor of the family has taken over the mess hall. fAnd believe me, when he took it over, it was appropriately titled., Time was flying, and I decided to do the'same. Speedily winging my way south, I came across a tribe of African Bushmen - and there in the midst of them all was LittIe Buttercup , with basket in hand. Trying to teach kindergarten to little Africans is something of a chore, but Peg seemed to be doing quite well. Between all the grunts and groans of her pupils, Peg's voice rose loud and clear over the din of the iungle - A - B - C - etc. Yes, Peggy has attained what she wanted in life - to teach little ones . I don't imagine the locality was the exact place she wanted to teach, but - one has to begin somewhere - and Africa is iust as good as anywhere. Good luck, Peg! Don't let those witch doctors sweep you off your feet. Sailing along in the blue - thinking of where I could find some prospects for heaven, I suddenly thought of Sue Morse. I knew she had wanted to be a diplomat - and was somewhere in Europe. So I took a right turn at Egypt, and peeked over the side of the cloudmobile. There in King Farouk's court was Sue and I could tell that her diplomacy had led her to far corners of the world. Apparently King Farouk had asked her to become a mem- ber of his harem, and Sue took him up on it. Pardon me if I turn green with envy, but it would be nice. Oh well, back to my iob. After leaving Egypt I decided to make a quick spin to New York, and see how Suze Hunter was doing. Suze's ambition in life was to be a great piano player, and gossip had it that her dream had become a reality. So I decided to take a few minutes off my job, and see how the old gal was doing. While on my way to Carnegie Hall, I passed over Gimbels and I happened to look down into the hubbub of the crowd. What met my eyes nearly shocked the death out of me - for there was Suze - giving public demonstrations on a toy piano in the chiIdren's department. Oh well, time will tell about this girl. Maybe she'II get to Carnegie Hall after all - I surely hope so. After leaving New York, I took a short jump to Chicago where I'd hoped to find Piclge. Her ruthless nature had placed her in many of the nation's headlines as Most Wanted Gun MolI . I noticed her crossing a busy intersection - carrying a satchel Iwhich I assumed held that beautiful and necessary greenl. She kept Iooki' 1 over her shoulder - and I imagine it was for those men that got away back in the old Brownmoor days. Do. worry, Sugar, you'Il find them yet - iust remember to keep fighting - it'II be worth it. I stepped on the gas - and flew over the rooftops of Chicago to my next stop. I The rolling hills of Oklahoma soon were beneath me - and I swooped down to catch a better glimpsf . I saw a tribe of Osage Indians doing a fire dance, and there in the midst of all the fire was Sylvia Medicine-Man Tomlin. Her ambition was to be a,doctor and she has accomplished this dream with the greatest of ease. Althf Jgh she actually couIdn't be termed Medicine Man , she does have some connection with medicine. She is the .chief veterinarian for the Osage tribe - and you can see her making her daily rounds of the tribal horses, feeding them Zilatones by the bale. You've succeeded, Syl! Keep up the good work.

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z'm20azM47ewuwm,gmSamam.41956 I, SUE CARTER, hereby will to Lucille Sheppard my place f?J, and my moodiness to anyone who wants it. I, SUZY COLLINS, hereby will my patience to Jeannie Neifert, and my poodle lamp to Kay Inciso and Suzy Hughes. l, BETTE LYNN FORD, hereby will my short hair to Lynn Phillips, and my uncontrollable temper to Janet Heinaman. I, SONNIE HAYN, hereby will my favorite expression, Run for your lives to those who are still in running position. Kay, Joyce, and Lynn G. take note. I, SUZE HUNTER, hereby will my height to DoDo Feldes and I leave Malaguena to Bar- bara Kirtz. I, LINDA HUSSEY, hereby will to Kay Inciso the perpetual dollar sign in my eyes, and to Sallie Bell my favorite Nat King Cole record. I, LYNNE LaMURE, hereby will Myrtle to Sharlene Heath to keep her thinking about Leon, and to Arlene Antle, I will my do-it-yourself . , I, PEGGY LEIGH, hereby will pig and Neu to Sydney Morrison and my riding ability to Lynn Berman. I, ANN MAGOUN, will my knitted dice to Mike McVay, hoping that they will bring him continued luck. I, JANET MOFFETT, hereby will to Terri Ritter the Sunset Strip and its many memories, and to Gail Mitchell, the use of the music rooms for piano practice. I, SUE MORSE, hereby will my ability for staying out of trouble to Terri Ritter. I, CLAUDINE SHATTUCK, hereby will my Lola charms to Suze Dyke and my amusing iokes to Roger Freed. I, SYLVIA TOMLIN, hereby will La Cienega Park to Suzy Hughes. We, Huss, Syl, Suze, Pidge, and Sue hereby will the memories of: a fire hydrant, and two cars leaving a well-worn path around the U.S.O. to Terri-If she has a blue Cad- illac. We, the Senior S.N.A.'s, Dallas, Goonie, Sue, Huss, Peg, Pidge, and Sonnie, hereby will our elusive methods and profitable entrances and exits to our loyal Junior S.N.A.'s, We, the Seniors, leave Brownmoor-to U.