Willis High School - Pirate Yearbook (Willis, KS)

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CLASS PROPI-IE CY When our class of 196 made its arrangements for the class commencement, it fell to my 'lot to assume the role of the prophet. Since I am not especially endorsed with the gifts that make a seer, I first attempted to decline, but my classmates became so insistant that I promised to do the best I could, hoping that some kind fairy would help me out of my trouble. Up to date I have never seen the fairy. Still, I have had some visions, and I am going to picture to you what I beheld in the crystal globe. ' It was on a spring day of May 1956. I had served as President of the First National Bank in Springfield, Illinois, for the past 10 yrs. and on this day had to make a business trip to St. Louis, As I walked down Broadway, I was attracted by a magnificent poster, announcing to the people of the metropolis that Gladys I-Iazen, world famous so- prano soloist would give a concert in the Academy of Music. I remem- bered that Gladys' maiden name was Small. Across the river, in East St. louis, Carl Bohnenkemper was too busy to give me much informa- tion. After leaving the doctor's luxurious offices, I was greeted by a well dressed lady. How do you do? she said to me. I looked at her somewhat puzzled. I am Beulah Mace- and a teacher in the St. Louis Normal School. Gur former teacher of world history is principal of the same institution. Cf course, she is still single, and is an unclaimed blessing. Beulah seemed to know more than any other person I had met. She told me that Jody Willis and that boy fromEverest-had marr- ied and were living in Philadelphia. In addition to raising their family of five, R. C. was keeping a restaurant, while joan, his wife, had taken upon herself to furnish stylish headgears for those who wanted some- thing especially fine and had the money to pay for it. I also heard that Donald Barnes was clerk in a financial institution at Baton Rouge, La. Towards the end of 1957 business brought me to Louisville, Ky. Taking a stroll through the streets of the city, I was attracted by a mas- culine voice, neither beautiful nor sweet, but harsh. But, the words had a familiar ring. I had heard them many times when I used to attend school back at Willis. Charlie, that boy who was always funny and some times mischevious, used to sing this ditty when others .tried to study their lessons. My attention was directed to a sign on a house which read, Charles Zimmerman, teacher of Music. In the next few years my business took me to Europe. On my way back to the states, I came across Owen Modeland, formerly known as Lem or Clem. He told me that he had established himself as an Undertaker in Knoxville, Florida.

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