St Marys High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (St Marys, WV)

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0 ii., I kgs .. Q-- -.,.. --Q-.. --..-., f fc- .'i TJE?l:, iff' fliqlllil gil -WQQE-reg! ts.:-H.a,x:.r Ib- rw- I J While I was in this paradise talking to her, an important car drove up and Luella and Roberta got out. What were they doing in California? I was soon to know. Roberta was a playwright and working under the famous director-Ruby's husband. Surely I was in the midst of a movie colony. Luella could only stay a few minutes-she must hurry to be on the lot in fifteen minutes. Luella in the movies-sure enough! And playing the wicked little vamp on the screen. Surely she would be a star of any movie lot. Next I found myself in a studio watching a comedian at work. Well, Dorothy White, how cleverly you act. And how earnestly the director, Delbert Higgins, was assisting her. Here two more classmates had won fame. Suddenly I wondered about the others, and fearfully I breathed lightly, should the magic spell that had come over me vanish. Ah! No, I Was to see the others. In a brightly lighted church in the west, in the pulpit stood Tyndall Samberson. Had Tyndall really become a preacher? I couldn't believe it, but it was true. The audience sat spell-bound as the famous Samberson uttered Words of wisdom. Near him sat Ruth Tenant. She Was leader of the enormous choir and a great worker among the people. In the audience sat Ruth Bayles, known as the best nurse in the country, and holding the highest certificate given to a lady nurse. Beside her sat Ava Vlfaggoner, chief dietition of New York State. Such records as these girls had established! Next I was to see Erma Fulmer in her country estate at Long Island, seated at her desk Writing poetry. Had her vocabulary never failed? On her bookshelves were all her famous works which were to go down in American literature. Hattie Shingleton was the last classmate I was to see. She looked very earnestly out of a star at me. To myself I asked her what she was doing but I was soon to know that she too had made herself famous with the other students of '28, In a beautiful estate she sat with her dogs. Hattie had married a financier, and with her kind heart had made her beautiful home a place for homeless dogs. How fine they all Were. I- Your horse, madam --somebody said in a deep foreign voice. I jumped up quickly and looked around. I could see no beautiful grounds but only a sandy desert and my servant standing with my horse. Again he spoke, seeing my surprise, Madam, Reezin sorry-had to catch bad horse-couldn't return at once-you been asleep. He was right, I had fallen asleep. With little explanation I took my horse and went for the ride I thought I had taken. My heart was happy though. I gazed at the stars that seemed to return my gaze, mockingly, but smiling I said- Dear lights of heaven-through you I have seen and been proud of my classmates, and am happy to know each one has realized his or her ambitions and won fame, through early training within the halls of dear old S. M. H. S. -D. R., '28. i281

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' i ...sv--' I - all + 1 2-Til 4 zl- --f--V-1'-1-1-5' I x'T Sx Jbpfflll ua I M 'QI ii'2':12i30fs.,, i5'gT1gas' - f f ' the signs written in French whose should appear but Earl Lamps! Monsieur Lamp, creator and designer of women's clothing. I entered the gorgeously lighted shoppe, and was greeted by the famous artist himself. Earl was as stout and jolly as ever. He informed me that women's clothing and men's trousers were getting shorter! I-Ie asked me to be seated and he would call his leading mannequin, Miss Earnestine Rawson! Erny, wearing a stunning abbreviated gown, greeted me in French. How successful all my classmates had been! Now another star took the form of a lough sea and an American-bound ship came into view. Who was that little man iushing around on deck giving commands to other gobs? Bless my soul! Leonard Hart was really a sailor. How plainly I could see him now-and Whom was he talking to? Of all persons, Helen Elliott! Where had she been? And what was he saying? I listened and felt guilty for eavesdropping-but knowing it was meant for my ears, I kept my eyes on the star and listened. Mrs, Van Horne, your husband would like for you to come to his cabin a minute, was what Leonard announced. So Helen was married. My eyes followed her down the deck. She stopped a minute to greet some- body who was the center of attraction-Leroy Kohler was entertaining? How the people were smiling, and cheering this famous comedian, who was returning home after a study of humor abroad. I watched Helen on down the deck and saw her enter the cabin marked Captain -so, her husband was a captain! She had a life of roaming before her. Again another star twinkled and I Watched it as before. Now I found myself back in America. At first it was hard to see what was forming in the bright star. Now I saw it was a college scene in the East. The large building seemed to appear under my very gaze. Students rushed in and out, and over the campus. But I was not allowed much time to see this-it seemed I must go inside and right into a class room to greet one of the professors. An old friend Whom we had called Hank-but now it had changed to Clarence Jemison, Ph. D. How I would have liked to lingered there and heard the wise voice that was to tell the class, but the scene changed into still another large room where Lucille Hammett was directing a class in vocal music. In the stillness of the night, their voices reached me. Surely under such guidance they would reach the heights of fame. A Another classroom showed Doris Williamson, the math shark of S. M. H. S., conducting a class in Integral Calculus, the highest mathematics taught. She was as calm and undisturbed as she had been in olden days. I was again taken outside this great building. On the football field, husky men were being severely drilled by-yes, Oral Knight! He had been head coach for three years with an undefeated team. Rah for Knight! This time a shady street appeared in a star. Such an ideal spot, I gasped. How I longed to be there, walking under the shade trees and viewing the beautiful bungalows. Suddenly I found myself out of the heat and on this very street. The wind gently blew the trees and the air was perfumed with flowers. I hesitated in front of an attractive bungalow. Two darling, curly-haired children were playing on the lawn- and who was watching their every move? It must be their mother. I looked again. Well Ruby Campbell, is it you? And this little home is yours! V E271 lu 4.l

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...s lr I -- - fJg+ -1:41-5 -ri 1 frfll -E---his N W- 1 fm A Word To The Wise Having been made wise by experience and having a great interest in underclassinen, teachers and classmates we tender the following bits of advice hoping that these persons will give these hints due consideration and profit accordingly. It has been said, a word to the wise is sufficient, so: Doris Williamson: Now that you are graduating you should give more time to the fellows. Mr. Dallas: Discard out-of-date habits. Blushing is no longer considered p1'oper. Okey Cline: Stop giggling: you are past that age. George George: Don't be so sarcastic. You are not soured on life yet, we hope. Betty White: You are too vain about your dimples. Do away with them. French Fogle: Hurry up and grow or people won't realize you are a senior next year. Claude Daily: Be good! We like nice boys. Ruth Curtis: Keep on the good side of the senio1's, they're great people. r Mr. Weber: Treat 'em rough. They'll like you for it. Virginia Flint: Keep on being a shrinking violet, they're rare. Glen Sunderman: Now that you're through school don't give up your permanent. Juniors: Don't be so egotistical! Sophomores: Pep it up! We're betting on you. Freshmen: Don't feel hurt. You'll change color and name next fall. Dolph Cosper: You'll have to step on it if you're captain and Jinnie's beau too. FO1'9St Campbell: Have mercy on the ivories Cand the neighborsj Adelia Dye and Freda Poole: Dissolve pa1'tnership. We think ' it would be for the best. Bernard Fitzwater: Don't dislike the women. They're not half as bad as they're painted. Florence Cooke: Do settle down! You'll shock us yet. -L. H., '28. E291