Centennial High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Pueblo, CO)

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Zin !J1Elemnriz1m Ray was taken from our midst on February 1, 1941. He was a member of the Pnyx Society. Hi-Y, and the Science Club. He played in the Band and Orchestra and during his last year was enrolled in the ROTC. He was an honor- able citizen of our school and popular among his classmates. The memory of him will for- ever dwell in our hearts. I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay, I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away. Page Twenry-eight S NORMAN WINTERS FRANK WOOD JAMES ZITO E BILLIE ALICE YEAGER ETHEL MARIE NICHOLAS LOUISE WINIFRED ZABEL CLINTON COMERPORD V I I I lllll DOROTHY G. FREIDENBERGER FRANCES FLORES ORLANDO GALLEGOS YOLANDA MICALONE LUCILLE ROBERTS O R S RAY EDWARD DAWLEY

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S CEDRIC CARL TOTTEN XVINIERED ELIZABETH 'IRAEDER FRANCES E .TRASK E ROSEMARY TSCHMELITSCH TRUMAN TRISLER RICHARD JAMES TREVITHICK N JOSEPH ANTHONY VAI EINTI EMILIA ANDREA VILLANUFVA DOROTHY VERTOVEC GENE VORIS RUTH VOSS ANNA LOU WALKER O SHIRLEY JEAN WARD WILLIAM AUBREY WALMSI EY SARA DIANE WANKEL R VERA WHITE HOWARD S. XVAYE BILL WAYE S VIVIAN WHITE DONALD WILSON MAXINE WILSON

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Twenty Years After JUST A DREAM Broadway's neon lights gleamed hazily through the misty rain. Cressy Kingery, his umbrella half shielding his face, stepped under an overhanging theatre marquee, where there stood a lone man gazing out through the rain between the folds of his raincoat. Kingery stood there for a few seconds, little rivulets of water running down the seams of his umbrella and dripping upon his shoes: then he raised his eyes to behold the countenance of his companion under the marquee-Leo Hill. Why, if it isn't Leo, the lion tamer, of Bob Edmiston's Extra-collossal Exhibitions! Hy there, Professor Kingery. How's your l96l paleontology class? Just a little boring after fifteen years. l've often wondered how our other l94l classmates are bearing up in their life's work, Leo. By now the rain had almost assumed downpour proportions, and every now and then a blast of thunder accentuated their words. I've heard that Shirley Jean Ward is a government spy, Leo began, in Pozatskia, the model government of Shirley Day and Holger Henderson. Moe Louis, you know, has finally been kayoed by Cedric Totten, whose trainer, Howard Myers, afterwards lost half their fortune to card shark Bill Pile. Last month Marian Nelson, chief contractor for the Pevehouse Construction Com- pany, persuaded Ida Jane to introduce a new type of house construction with the chimney at the bottom. The Alaska Banana Market has been cornered by high pressure saleswomen Patty Jones and Violet Hartis, and George Rice has taught Gene Spear to ice skate. Bob Broadhead, Betty Butterfield, and Bob Belcher are in business manufacturing B. B. shot for use in George Glea- son's guns. There seems to be quite a number of neon advertisements for our class- mates of '4l, broke in Cressy, pointing down the city's Great White Way. That one across the street is for class president John Todd's orchestra, featur- ing Kay Spoelstra playing the cymbals, and the Four Discords-Betty Jo Gardner, Margaret Robuck, Maxine Wilson, and Ruth Voss. Down the street are Madeline Burke's beauty shop, John Alf's science-Hction publishing com- pany, editor-in-chiefed by Velma June Clark, and Louis Broadhead's pawn shop. That surrealistic sign over Vernon Immroth's Fun House was designed by Al Krassman and Earl Hunter, they say. Look at that flashing light- there, in the window under Mary Thompson's penthouse-that's from Bill Walmsley's artist studio, where he's using Frances Flores' Florescent light which burns only half the time. It sometimes makes me wonder why psycholo- gists like Waynne Mertz dont' go insane. Why, only yesterday, my profes- sional assistants, Hazel Harrington and Yolanda Micalone, told me Charles Quillen, whose advice-to-the-love-lorn column is read daily by thousands, had sent spies to our classes to discover how Neolithic man and Frank Wood com- Page Twenty-n n