Torrance High School - Torch Yearbook (Torrance, CA)

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Why of course you have, said Harry. That's Elizabeth Stafford! Surely you haven't forgotten Lulu Palazo in the Senior play, Amazon Isle, have you? Well that's the same girl all right. i After enjoying a perfect meal, Tom and Harry talked for some time with their old classmates. Here they learned that Genevieve Bar- ber had just been selected as court stenographer at a case in which the villian, Maurice Fyfe, was to be brought to trial for a breach of promise suit. It was the third suit of this kind in which he had figured. One would never have believed that of Maurice. Ted Troost, famous criminal lawyer, would defend him. The renowned Judge Thomas Jones was to listen to the testimony and render one of his noted and just decisions. The two friends then walked into Dick's office and here received another surprise. For there was Mary Guyan seated in the room with him. She told us that she was getting advice from Dick about her business affairs. She is now owner of the Wiggly Piggly chain stores. Then Dick turned loose with this: I have just read in the Los Angeles Herald that Ruth Lingenfelter will take up the duties of editor- in-chief of that paper next month. Lucille Morrison was recently elected vice-president of the Bell Telephone Company and Eugene Risden has :lipped twenty minutes off the world's record for the hundred mile race. At the finish he smashed into Charline Edward's portable hospital. In the smashup two lap hounds, which belonged to Ruth Murray, the great powderpuff vampire of screenland, were killed. Risden is being sued for his winnings and is awfully discouraged. The friends sat in silence for a few minutesg then Tom asked Mary, What became of your friend Ruth Warren? I haven't heard of her for years ? Why, don't you know? exclaimed Mary. She's governor of Texas and is one of the most important leaders in the Republican party. Her husband is he1' campaign manager. Well, say, gasped Tom, this is surely a day of miracles. I've heard more grand news today than I ever expect to hear again. You haven't heard the half of it, said Harry. But first I'm going to ask you home to dinner with me tonight. You'll come Won't you, old top? . Really I don't kn-ow how I can refuse! ', All right, then, said Harry. Let's get going and not bother Dick anymore. I see that lVIary is very anxious to get this matter over with. So long old classmates, good luck to both of you, cried Harry and Tom in unison. A half hour later Tom found that Harry was driving him to a vez' ' beautiful residential section of Los Angeles. Soon Tom broke the silence by saying, Harry, old boy, we've talked most all day and you have not told me a thing about yourself. Supposing you start. in now. What have you done in the last ten years? Y0u'1'e married of cours-e, aren't Twenty -three

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CLASS PROPHECY - 1927 About ten o'clock one morning a medium height Irishman, with blue eyes and red hair, walked into the office of Hyman and Patterson and asked for the manager. The otlice boy, who was chewing approxi- mately six and seven-eights sticks of gum, wiggled his ,Wrigley's to the other side of his mouth and read aloud from the card, Mr. Thomas Dougherty, Cartoonist of the San Francisco Examiner, San Francisco, California. Then he b1'oke all ofiice rules by shouting, Hey boss, that artist feller from Frisco what you know just blew in. When Harry Phillips came hurrying from the manager's -ofiice, Tom surely experienced a surprise. He had come primarily to see the lawyer of the firm. You can imagine how much business the old classmates did that day. Of course, all business was off - then Harry remarked, You may just as well see our lawyer tomorrow. You 1ieedn't think you can drift in, after I haven't seen you for ten years, and mention business to me. We're going to talk-and, speaking of our lawyer, you'll never guess who he is. Well, come on loosen up, protested Tom. Who is it ? It's Richard Von Hagen, Harry answered. He's certainly made good. Well, said Tom, I met some -of the old classmates, too, on the trip down here. The old Henry Ford Special lost a cylinder through the exhaust pipe yesterday afternoon and I pulled into a garage to get her fixed. It happened to be Edith I-larshman's establishment. She unscrewed the radiator cap, jerked up the left hind wheel, looked under the back seat and announced that I had a di1'ty spark plug. Well, she lixed her worse than ever and I stalled three miles out of town. I was just starting to hunt for a farm house when two ladies drove up with a horse and buggy. And just guess who they were? Martha Lizer and Ruth McMaster! They were running a registered chicken farm. They took me on to the next town and I took the train from there. 'Tm glad to hear that Martha and Ruth havefound an occupation so suitable for them, said Harry. Then glancing at his watch he exclaimed, It's almost one o'clock. We have talked right through th dinner hour. Let's go around and have a bite to eat in Toshi's Tea Room. We'll go over to Dick's after lunch, but no business until tomorrow. . Comfortably seated in the most picturesque little tea room in Holly- wood, Tom immediately recognized the manager as Toshi Kiyomura, another of the graduates of the renoxwied class of '2'7. He then found himself staring intently at the cashier at the desk, until Harry reminded him of the fact that their lunch had been served. Say, old man, exclaimed Tom, haven't I seen that woman before? Twenty-two

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Vou? And say, by the way, whom did you walk up the aisle with ? Say, Tom, you just can't guess. The dandiest little girl that ever lived. But I'm not going to tell you now. You've yet one more surprise coming to you today, Tom, be ready, finished Harry as he turned his little roadster into a lane that led up to the coziest little bungalow Tom had ever seen. ' They entered the front door and were met in the hall by-well guess who-Eileen Woodburn, of course. After very cordial greetings had taken place between the old friends, they entered the house. After dinner that evening the three sat in front of a cheerful fire and once more took up the wanderings of the :lass of '27. S-ay, what's this! exclaimed Tom, as he picked up the evening caper. Floyd Chandler-why it can't be our old friend who is recently elected senator for California - Yes it is our own Floyd because it says his home is in Redlands. Well, can you beat that? That certainly eclipses all, cried Eileen, while Harry was utterly speechless. The spell was broken suddenly by a sharp ringing of the loor bell. And who do you suppose was ushered in-? At first none of them knew. Then when the man stood before them announced that he was Ray Sleppy, athletic coach of the University of California, Southern Branch, they received a shock this time which warned them to be seated again. 1 After greetings were exchanged, Harry said, Say, Ray, have you ever heard of Warren MacMillan? I haven't seen or heard of him since we left school. Yes, I have. About three years ago I was stranded in Jazztown, Iceland. I wanted to get out of the place, so went down to the docks to see if I couldn't nnd a ship on which I could work my way out. There was a fine private yacht in the harbor so I went towards the pier to see how the prospects were. As I approached I noticed a person whom I thought to be the captain. Coming still closer I recognized Warren MacMillan, and I had a long talk with him. DLu'ing the conversation he informed me that Benny Lepkin had opened a tailor shop there in Jazz:- town and was making tuxedos for the Eskimos. As a sideline he teaches them dancing. Oh, yes, said Ray. I almost forgot to tell you about Everett Richhart. After he graduated from the Forestry Department at U. S. C he was appointed chief inspector of all the National Parks in the United States. Pretty good for old Dutch, don't you think? And there's Allen Musselwhite too. He has recently been successful in getting into con- nection with Mars. He has invented an instrument which allows a per- son to see as well as to talk with the inhabitants of Mars. f Oh, by the way, Harry, said Eileen. I read some very interesting 'iews in the paper this morning. Pauline Mayhew has opened an exclu- Twen ty-fan r I l I