Enterprise High School - Encoala Yearbook (Enterprise, AL)

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other station at Perlman, Ga., the town founded by the great stock broker, Abraham Perlman. The announcer at this station announced a lecture on “The Adoption of Better Methods of Controlling the Temperature of Ice Boxes” by ex-Governor Revel H. Searcy. The next number was a vocal treat by the Smokehouse Five; Wade Mixon, Richard Martin, Paul Mc- Ritchie, Malcolm Mclnnis, and Wilson Robinscn. Then came the report of the weather man, H. V. Jones. The announcer then said, “Miss Idelle Bovett will give a talk relative to her latest novel, “Ten Nights in a Bath- tub.” After this interesting talk, Minnie Lee Glover rendered a beautiful vocal solo entitled, “My Love Was in a Shipwreck. But He Grabbed a Cake of Soap and Washed Himself Ashore.” accompanied by Quinton Miller on the piano accordion. I found that this program was indeed an interesting one and I pricked up my ears when I heard the announcer sav, “Miss Bela Speigner, far-famed writer of young women’s stories, will give answers to letters asking her about love affairs.” The next radio number was unique in that it consisted of a playlet by the American Players, directed by .Tadie Armour and passed by the National Biscuit Comnanv. The cast, as best I remember were: Jewell Andrews. Ruby Murdock. Carrie Pierce. Rebecca Ramsay, Mae Reeves, Romulus Ellis, Olma Martin, and Fred Logan. The play was “The Old Farm.” Roy Brabham was the mortgage on the farm. The remaining part of the program was uninteresting and I tuned in on a station in London, England. Great was my surprise when the announcer said, “The Editor of the London Times, Miss Willie Mae Nichols, an- nounces that her paper will be published everv week instead of bi-monthly, as heretofore.” I was astonished also when it was announced that Sidney Mclnnis, the great American artist, was in London. The program was interesting, in that I recognized so many old school mates. William Ses- sions, the great doctor then in Oxford gave a splendid lecture on “The Anerobia Genus Leptothrix Microbe and Its Relation to the Flea.” Misses Ida and Fannie Hudson, talented sisters, gave several beautiful harmonica numbers. Miss Velma Watkins, U. S. Red Cross Representative to Eng- land, gave a t lk on “The Need for Snowshoes in Africa.” Lady Ineeda Saturdaybath (formerly Carabel Brunson) performed snlendidly on the pipe organ. I next picked up a station in Franangeles, Calif. The station was situated at the big sardine establishment of Alton Armour and Tom Eidson. The Female Pacific Symphony Orchestra under the direction of Miss Helena Carlisle was a special number on the program. I recognized several members of the orchestra as they were announced: Una Yelver- ton. Adah Helms, Armanda Speigner. Vera Reeves, Mary Love Martin. Ruth Martin and Ethelyn Fleming. Edna Goodson rendered a beautiful vocal solo entitled “He Was True to Me. but H’s Teeth Were False.” I no- ticed at this time that the air seemed to be “filled” with sending stations, sending anything from a bedtime story to a weather report. At one sta- tion in particular, Bessie Sue Price delighted her unseen audience with a detailed description of her new invention of a compact, worn as an ear- ring. The announcer read a telegram from Emory Summerset who said that he was thoroughly enjoying the program by the fireside out on his

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Senior Class Prophecy INCE this is the age in which the announcement of a marvelous invention causes little excitement, as when people went hun- dreds of miles to see Mr. Wright glide down a hill in an air buggy, it is only fitting and proper that I foretell the future of the Class of ’25 as I witnessed it over the great marvel of the age, the radio. As the old church clock was slowly donging out the mid- night hour, I went quietly to the farther corner of the room where the light from the fire cast long, weird shadows. Drawing up a chair, I sat down in front of my eight tube Highwater Cant set and turned on the elec- tricity. The little lamps soon flickered up and the old familiar buzz greeted me. I began turning the dials and soon a loud screech burst forth from the loud speaker. As the screeching and grinding became louder I was almost certain that I was approaching the wave length of a broadcasting station. Suddenly, there came in clear, loud tones these words: “Radio broad- casting station W L B F, World’s Largest Buttonhole Factory, Panicura, Mo. Please stand by for five minutes.” I recognized immediately the voice of one of our old classmates of years ago, Lorenzo Gunter. I looked at my wrist watch, while waiting for the five minute inter- mission to be over, mildly wondering if I would hear of any more old class members that night. Again the announcer’s voice came: “The Jefferson City Black Bottom Ramblers, under the direction of Mr. W. Guy Pouncey will render several jazz selections. Hold your seats.” After listening to several selections of mean music there came: “Miss Tera Byrd, graduate of Barker’s School of Expression, will tell the kiddies a bedtime story.” After this most interesting story, the announcer said, “We are very for- tunate in having with us tonight the famous operatic trio, Misses Catherine Snellgrove, Eura Carmichael and Mr. A. D. Griffin. They will render vo- cally “The Pirates of Penzance,” Miss Maecy Ragland, piano, and Mr. Elliot Ellis, violin, accomplished musicians accompanying them.” After listen- ing to the luring strains of the music my thoughts drifted back to old C. C. H. S. days. Suddenly, I was brought rudely back to earth by the an- nouncer saying, “Mr. Thornton Wright, the witty man of America, will entertain our invisible audience with snappy stories and jokes.” After listening to the familiar voice of “Tink,” there broke in the harsh singing of a dot and dash wireless station. As I knew something of the Interna- tional Code, I recognized the dots and dashes as a governmental message concerning the Vice President of The U. S., James Willoughby, and the American Minister to England, Robert Sellers, the message being sent by Mack Adams, whom I thought was at West Point. This interruption caused me to lose the broadcasting station and I finally “tuned in” on an-

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farm. As I turned one of the dials slightly, another broadcasting station broke in” and I heard the announcer say, “—and we will now be favored with a talk on “The Recent Developments in Football” by Mr. Harvie Jack- son, now coaching at Harvard.” This last station was located on the Har- vard College Grounds. I was surprised to hear that Joanna Rawls was starring in basketball at Harvard. Garie Smith had just been elected Assistant Teacher of Psychology and Director of Girls’ Athletics. At this time I was beginning to think I would hear nothing of Lamar Edwards, Mavis Caldwell and Marguerite Hildreth, but upon tuning in on a station in Nebraska, I learned that Lamar was becoming famous in his research work in unearthing history about the first settlers of the West. Mar- guerite, having becoming rich by virtue of marriage, had established a big institute for girls and gave a splendid talk on her work and her accom- plishments. Mavis Caldwell, the society favorite and club promoter, dis- cussed plans for better clubs for women throughout America. So ends my prophecy of the Class of ’25. Let us hope that nothing contained in the above will happen, for should we all rise to fame and for- tune, things would not revolve in their natural state. However, we do hope that each member of the Class who leaves the dear old school will bring credit and honor to the C. C. H. S. even though his deeds are small and may seem worthless in the sight of others. —BERTA SAGER, Class Prophet. Class Song (Tune: Chorus of “Sweetheart of Sigma Chi”) H! Alma Mater High School dear, We hate to say good-bye. We’ve pledged to you our loyalty. Abroad your colors we’ll fly. We’ll ever love you when we’re gone And strive to do the right, The school of our youth Standing for highest truth, C. C. H. S., the blue and white. We’ll love our class of ’25 For all we’ve ever done, For the spirit, love, and loyalty Shown by everyone. We’ve worked to give the best we've had; Toward higher goals we’ll strive With hearts light and gay We honor today The Class of ’25! ♦