East Grand Rapids High School - Interlochen Yearbook (East Grand Rapids, MI)

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man, skiing toward me with his friend and guide, Martin Stoutjesdyk. The cold was a little too much for my new spun-plastic coat so my genii whisked me off once more. I now found myself in a big Chicago theatre, talk- ing with Burton Epstein about his newest hit-oper- etta. Walking over to the wings, I found ,loyce Campau discussing the advertising of the play with director, Tom Schopps. ,lust then, Nancy Rich scur- ried by on her last check-up of the sets which she had designed, and I spied Ilosy Roberts over on the stage interviewing Burton for her newspaper. Soon my genii, without my having a thing to say about it, swooshed me through the air once more. This time, I landed on the front porch of an ador- able New England Colonial house in Baltimore, Maryland. Marilyn Averill leaned out of her win- dow and informed me that it was her dream house and that she was decorating it all herself. As I stood there, Mary Dooge walked over from the house next door to borrow some soy-beans and started tell- ing me about her recent diplomatic work in Italy. My genii then informed me that we were to take a trip downtown to Ted Dunn's engineering office. Carolyn Hawk, his competent secretary, greeted me and told me that he was in the office next door talk- ing to insurance men, Al Heffron and ,lohn Willirs. Deciding not to disturb them, my genii and I floated on to our next stop. This was a leisurely five minutes, spent sipping a mint julip on Herb Remienls southern plantation. I had a gay time exchanging gossip with ,loan Rankin, who had become a well-known social worker, and Mary Ellen Brown, who had just retired from the editorship of Vogue Magazine. Doctor Al Hicks, now an eminent eye specialist, sat back and listened to the discussion with a wide-eyed smile. After a few minutes I reluctantly departed for another des- tination. Arizona was our next stop. Here I found myself perched on the fence of Mary Hadley's corral on her new ranch. Barbie Fincher, a private secretary in Tuscon, was visiting Mary for a week, and before I left, we had a fine chat-and not about horses! California next beckoned my genii and me to its sunny realms, and l was soon at Grauman's famous Chinese restaurant. Of course, I had had no hope of finding anyone there, but there sat eight of my old school chums-having a reunion. I quickly joined them and busily found out just what they were all doing. ,loan Cornelius told me that she had exchanged her name for a wedding ring, as had Sheila Mulvihill, although Sheila has outdone loan: she has a set of twin girls!! Ernie Bigelow and Cath- aryn Hawk have had a lot of success as private sec- retaries to directors in the Paramount studios. Mari- lyn Brink told me that she and Gwen Sugg had been working in the personnel department of Metro, as a psychiatrist and social service worker, respectively. Bob Schmidt owns a large chemical factory there in Hollywood, and Tom Fox is his very efficient busi- ness manager. And so, after hearing all of the latest news, my genii and I shot through the air once more. i We conga'edl' south of the border to South America and toward all of my traveling friends. I ran into Fritz Kalmbach, Bob Lee, and Ilaul Scholte, who were on their way to the South American Travel Bureau, where Mary Dolbeare was doing a grand job as head-advisor. The Travel Bureau build- ing had just been completed by Bill Trestrail's en- gineering firm. Bill, despite his millions made through engineering, insisted that he would remain a bachelor! My eyebrow shot up at that remark, and so did I as a matter of fact, for I was on my way once more. We fairly leaped over the ocean to Paris, France, where I was tempted to purchase a new evening gown from madmoiselles Diane Bailey, ,loyce Hart- man, and Sallie Wilmarth, who own an exclusive shop. While l was in the shop, Nan Murray, a journalist for a Paris newspaper, and Sheryl Batman, working on the same paper as an interpreter, strolled in to talk. They were both telling me that Dottie McKnight is making a big name for herself as a med- ical technician there in Paris. They all really loved the city, and so did I, but our time was growing short, soooooi- We went straight to Berlin, Germany, to see Sally Mitts in the American embassy, where she is the ambassador's social secretary. She enjoyed her work, she told me, as she had met many famous and inter- esting people. Cur next trip was really a trip and a half!-to Australia. Here we saw Pat Colvin, looking nice as ever, in the crisp whiteness of her nurse's uniform. The last, and most fantastic trip was to South Africa where we saw Bill Rindge, who was on a pleasure trip, being entertained by the stories of Peter Vanderwoude about his big game-hunting. Then, as suddenly as I had left my home, I found myself sitting on my living-room couch. It was dark outdoors, and the clock read eight-thirty. My genii had whisked me around the world in three and a half hours, and I felt as though l'd been through a wringer. Tomorrow I wouldn't wish. I would sleep . . . getting too old for such exertion . . . yawn!!!!!

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THE CLASS PRGPHECY OF 1946 The Sunday afternoon sun poked a friendly ray into my window and beckoned me out to enjoy the fresh April air. Throwing my new spun-plastic coat over my shoulders, I started out for a walk to be greeted by the usual Sunday afternoon noises. The restless hum of multi-colored airplanes, dart- ing lazily to and fro, formed a background for the laughing children on their shiny motor-bikes, the proud owners cruising about in their new 1955 cars, and other people strolling along chatting happily, or like me, just thinking. I had a lot of time, so I decided to explore a funny little street I'd never noticed before. It was all rem- iniscent of years gone by: tiny run-down houses, once white, now grey-and all alike. Suddenly, I noticed one that was slightly different - it had a shabby cardboard sign hanging from a window, which fairly shrieked its business in big red letters - ANTIQUES I ! My extreme curiosity would not per- mit me to pass such an enticing opportunity for diversion. I ascended the creaky steps, and although it was Sunday, the shop was open, so I entered. I found myself suddenly surrounded by a fantastic maze of dilapidated objects, and my nose was of- fended by that musty odor typical of such shops. Despite the bright day and the clear air, the tiny shop was so enveloped in a dusky sort of gloom that I did not see the tiny, wizened, old man who moved toward me with a feline step. A rather crackly voice addressed me, Yes, miss, what do you wish? Anything particular in mind? I started and suddenly realized that I didn't have anything particular in mind at all! Glancing hur- riedly about, and finding a quaint little gas-lamp, I asked its price. I'll give it to you for two-fifty, he crackled, Cheap, but, from what the people who sold it to me said, I guess it has a sort of magic power. I'm not one for that sort of thing. Yes, you can have it for two-fifty, glad to have it gone. What could I do? I gave him his two-fifty, and took the lamp with me - magic and all. It was still early when I reached home, so I de- cided to clean my new possession. As I started to polish its round china sides, a miracle occurred! From out the little round opening at the top of the lamp came a puff of smoke, and quite from nowhere appeared a tiny little elf, a genii ! Before I could catch my breath, he clicked his miniature heels together, bouncing his fat little tummy and peanut-like cheeks, and exclaimed, At your service, madame! One wish today will be yours. What shall it be? My heart beat wildly, but I did know the one wish that I wanted. Slowly, and ever so quietly, I asked, Do you think that you could show me my old class- mates from East Grand Rapids High School? No sooner said than done, madame. And now, prepare for the journey! But, I protested, If I don't know where they all are, how are you going to find them? My genii looked terribly hurt, and silently mo- tioned, once more, for me to prepare. Dazed and speechless, I stood there looking as intelligent as possible under the circumstances. Suddenly I felt myself being pulled upward like a puppet on invisible strings. Then things started moving so quickly that I just closed my eyes and prayed- until, almost as suddenly as I had started, I found myself in a busy hospital corridor. Every- thing looked very familiar to me, so I decided to ask my genii if I was in Blodgett hospital. When I turned, I discovered that I was alone, my genii was being discreet. I stumbled first into a little waiting room, where whom should I see, looking handsome in an intern's white jacket, but Bill Bettison, en- grossed in a very business-like conversation with Bill Grant, also very distinguished-looking in white! After a brief talk, I hurried on down the hall and prac- tically knocked down Frank Ederle as he was com- ing out of the operating room after performing a plastic-surgery operation. Most of our conversation was about his four little boys and a general exchange of gossip. On my way down the hall once more, I saw an open door. As I peeked in, I was surprised to find Brahm Malkewitz bending over his mircro- scope in a research lab-with nurse Polly Page keep- ing track of the slides. Believing my luck was too good to last, I was wandering aimlessly about when I found the hospital's new social service department, with joan Perry and Millie Knape bent busily over their desks. Don Kranenberg was discussing one of the girls from his financier's office with loan, but we all decided that we would stop everything to listen to Posie Rindge's new radio show. She did many excellent dramatic readings, and even sang a little. Time was hurrying by, so I scurried away in search of my genii, only to find that he had been riding in my coat pocket all the while. I closed my eyes once more and was whisked away to the Upper-Peninsula of Michigan. I couldn't imagine whom I was to see there, but I might have known I would find Bob Korff, on a vacation from his advertising concern, with his hand lovingly grasp- ing his trout rod. I-Ie was sitting beside a stream talking with Bob Force, who had become a forest ranger. After talkng to them for a few minutes, I decided to leave them to their trout and be on my way. Next, I found myself standing beside an igloo in, of all places, Alaska!! Turning at the .sound of a voice, I saw Bob Steketee, a vacationing business

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