Allen County High School - Patriot Yearbook (Scottsville, KY)

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The sweet girl graduate is wise And fluent French can speakg She wrangles like -an Oxford don In Latin and Greekg She's up in all the starry lore That glitters in the skyg She's perfect too in algebrag She stands in music highg She reads off Homer by the yard: She knows more about Virgil, toog She knows more than her father, or Her grandsire ever knew. But still shes most concerned About the clothing that she wears, And lingers in the hammock, while Her mother mops the stairs. The scene then changed and I found myself in Halifax, where I encountered the Rev. Harry .l. Porter, Jr. I complained to him of long nights of sleeplessness, whereupzn my former schoolmate said: I can furnish you with an infallible remedy: I have published two volumes of sermons, which, if you take them to bed with you, will put you to sleep before you have read three pages. On the way back i learned that Rachel Goad was living in San Antonio, Texas, and having always been a retiring girl she preferred to live the life of a philanthropist, not letting her right hand know what her left hand was doing. From her I received the information that Arlene Miller was the wife of a millionaire and that Mary Loyce Hurt had formed a ladies quartet with Sara Jean Mayhew as manager and was touring the country. I11 Cairo, Illinois, I found .lean Harper. She had taken unto herself a husband and together they were demonstrating the value of pure foods to large audiences. Louise Atwood had founded a cook- ing school and had employed a number of former classmates as as- sistants. Jean informed me that Glen Nichols had become a profes- sor of Shorthand at Chillicothe Business College, at Chillicothe Missouri, while his wife Marie Cushenbe1'ry had taken upon herself to furnish stylish headgear for those who wanted something real fine and had the money to pay for it. And that Margaret Wayne Kelley had become the wife of a wealthy automobile ll1'.1Illlf3.C'll1l'9l'. I told Jenn that I had been fortunate enough to locate all my classmates with the exception of Virginia Thompson. Uh, how her face brightened when she heard that name! Oh, dear, she Said and then continued, Don't you ever read the papers? You know that beauty is only skin deep. but it is irresistible while it lasts. Virginia is to be the next White House Bride. Here my phophetic vision ended and I hastily scribbled down ll few notes in order to preserve the important facts for this fes- tive cccasion. Perhaps some ofyou do not take any stock in my predictions. Let it go at that. If you live long enough, and accord- ing to my predictions you will be convinced of the truth of my statenients. All that I have foretold will come to pass but if it shouldn't you will kindly pardon my blunders, for to tell the truth I should be ia pool shark for I am behind the eight ball now.

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Class Prophecy By Odicea Spears XVhen the Class of 1941 made its arrangements for the coming Commenceinent, it fell to my lot to assume the role of the prophet. Being not especially endo1'sed with the gifts that make a seer, I first attempted to decline, but my classmates being so insistent that I promised to do the best I could, hoping that some kind of fairy would help me out of trouble. I have never seen the fairy. Still, I have had some visions and I am going to picture to you what I beheld. It was 'during the end of 1950 when I came to St. Louis. Goin: down Broadway, I was attracted by a magnificent poster, announc- ing that Gene Porter Taylor, the world famous trombone soloist would give a concert i11 the Academy of Music. Across the river in East St. Louis, Ray Walker was practicing medicine and surgery. I wished to make some inquiries about some former members of the the class, but Dr. Walker was too busy to see or give me much in- formation. After leaving the doctor's luxurious oflices, I was greeted by a well dressed lady. How do you do? she said to me, I looked at l1er somewhat puzzled. Don't you know your old school friends? she queried. I a1n Gladys Atwood and teacher in history in the St. Louis Normal School. Gladys seemed to know more than any other person I had met. She told me tl1at Leona Guy had mar- ried and was living in Philadelphia. That Dorothy Dodson had started a correspondence school which she later changed into a matrimonial agency. I also heard that .limmie Jones had become President of the First National Bank at Springfield, Illinois. Toward the beginning of 1951, business brought me to Louis- ville, Kentucky. Taking a stroll through the streets of the city, I was attracted by a masculine voice, trying to render a song. The voice was neither beautiful nor sweety it was harsh, and the melody lacked beauty. But the words were grand. I heard them when I at- tended school at Scottsville, Kentucky. One of the students, Frank Pitchford, that boy who was always funny and sometimes mis- chievous: used to sing them when others would study their lessons. He1'e is the song I heard.

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Last Will and Testament By Ray Walker The Senior Class of Scottsville, State of Kentucky, being ol sound mind but about to separate into parts unknown, does hereby declare this as its last will and tes ament. There are certain debts which the class owes which we hereby ac-knowledge but can never pay. These debts are to our parents and ether members of our families, the board of education, the super- intendent, the teachers of this school and to the taxpayers who have so generously supplied us with all that goes to make a modern school. Only by our future usefulness can this debt be discharged so to these creditors we pledge our fu ure service, loyalty, and labor. To Mr. Chaney, our superintendent, we leave our gratitude for his instructions a11d teachings for the two years he has been with us. To Mr. Jones, our deepest 'appreciation and thanks for sponsor- Qng us during our senior year. To Mr. Patton, we leave a pair of slices v.ith taps on them so the sinoking boys can hear him coming. To Miss Tucker, we leave our heartiest congratulations on pos- s:ssing .1 diamond ling that she is wearing on her left hand. To Miss Agee, we leave a long' story of why we didn't pay our typing dues. To Mrs. Newman, we leave all books, magazines, alld papers that we tried to read in class but seldom got away with it. To Mr. Forsythe, we leave a song entitled My mother didn't raise me to be a soldier. To Miss Gregory, we leave a book on how a young lady got her man. To Mrs. Chaney, we leave a hook on Latin, Latin, And More I.atin.'i To Miss Fessey, we leave a new place to go on her field trips. To Mrs. Meredith, we leave the torn up magazines that she left in the Senior room. Second as individuals, we, the class of 1941 bequeath to the different members of school, the following items: