Barret Manual Training High School - Revue Yearbook (Henderson, KY)

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Will CContinuedj We, Dorothy Gentry and La Verne Rettig, will our bold manners and go'getting ways to Harvey McClellan and Malcolm Stanley. I, E'Lois Geibel, will my megaphone voice and flippy ways to Anne Worsham. 1, Frances Gish, will my chronic sneeze to Babbette Levy. I, Frances Hopkins, will my fondness for cosmetics to Thelma Majors. We, Linda Mae Jones and ,lane Kasey, will our appreciation for boys and love of flattery to Dorothy Helm and Margaret Baskett. I, Bonnie Jones, unexcelled by anyone in our class, will this standing to Katherine Christ. I, Marilou Killman, will my sugar daddy and his excuses for my staying out of school to Marthella Gresham. I, Josephine Katterjohn, will my love for everybody and their brother fespecially their brother, to Jane Morton. I, Chas. Mitchell, will my curly locks and all that go with them to Milicient Quinn. I, Benjamin O'Nan, have nothing to leave, as I am taking Ruth Ashby with me. I, Iack Watson, leave my ability to coach Douglas High to Billie Oglesby. I, Francis Smith, will my ability to forget my bashfulness overnight to Harry Basan. I, Nellie Alexander, will my musical talent to Dorothy Buckles. I, Maurice Denton, will my ability to Hnd the roughest country roads to Oscar Martin. I, Agnew Galloway, will the honor of being the Prettiest boy in B. M. T. H. S. to Chas. Hall. I, James Heizer, with great loathing, leave my darling jane to my brother Houston in order to keep her in the family. I, Howard Hutcheson, will willowy curves to Happy Hooker. I, Billie Norment, will my acrobatic stunts and fondness for the female sex, especially blonds, to Elmo Dossett. A I, Edgar Lacy, leave my love for finding mistakes on other people's papers to Dick Alves. I, Dorothy Pearce, leave my need for doctors to my most bitter rival Alma Startup. I, Hugh London, will my ability to distract Miss Dorsey's attention in French class to John Craig. I, Tony Perrier, leave my disarming game and forward ways to Chip Stanley. I, Walter E. Quinn, will my famous lecture on If One Little Guinea Pig Loveth Another Little Guinea Pig to Ralph Klutey. I, Wilbert Weldon, will my historic ability to Izzy O'Nan. I, Nell Mahler, leave my ability as a f1tfin for any occasion to Bailey Cox. I, Elizabeth Paff, leave my love for certain kind of trees to Katheleen Henning. I, Margaret Jordan, leave my hopes to look like Kay Francis to Julia Konsler. I, Henry Brink, will my dark and shady past and present to Clifford Clay. I, Stanley Burton, will my ability as a basketball player not to mention my good looks to William Southard. I, Kenneth Cooper, will my art of Skipping and getting by with it to Jack Rudy. I, C. R. Tanner, leave my mity strength and many gals to Tubby Davis. I, Bob Pfeiffer, leave my Hckleness as far as the opposite sex is concerned to my darling brother, Frank. - . I, Jack Seidel, will my enviable place on the football team to Rockwell Smith. I, Gordon Critser, will my place on the allfA honor roll to james Connoway. I, Arnold King, leave my ambition to be a rival to Wayne King, to John Strother. I, Curtis Miller, will my love of country school teachers to Wilms Kiefer. I, Roy Winstead, will my honored position as water boy for the football team to Shelburn Hicks. We, Clarence Weltee and Wilbert Schoeflin, leave our books on How to Make Love to Frank Matthews and Snooky Stephon. I, Dorothy L. Smith, will my middle initial, which I cherish so highly, to Dorothy E. Smith. I, Helen Williams, leave my tall and stately manner to Avanelle Freeland. I, George Cooksey, will my desire to be a second Rudy Vallee to Paul Witt. I, Mary Edith Woodburn, will my perfect finger waved hair to Miriam Wilson. I, Dorothy Sugg, will my charming voice to Mary Louise Philips. I, Vayden Moore, will my chronic illness that keeps me away from school three days a week to George jones. I, Mildred Helsley, will my heartfelt sympathy for the one who has to write the will of the class of Thirtyfthree. -MILDRED HELSLEY. Q . . 'IQQQEQ- ,I ala? ' f24l . 4., -'

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, On June 1, 1932, I lay in the Henderson Hospital awaiting the Nurse's call that would send me to the operating table. The operation, though a minor one, was quite delicate because of the proximity of the incision to my brain. krlends, however, had advised me to have no fear of any injury to that organ. as 1 seemed to be getting along fairly well without it already. Accordingly, it was without the least trace of fear and trepidation that I breathed in the nauseating ether and watcned the firmament real dazzlingly before my closed eyes. Slowly the comos ceased its mad, careenlng dance around the c.nema of my optical orbs and for a brief interval of time all was blank. I awoke with the unpleasant sensation of being hurtled through space at a tremendous velocity. When I regained my fllll consciousness 1 discovered that this sensation was not entirely a delusion as I was riding among the clouds in some sort of airplane minus the wings and propeller and other items customary if not essential to airplanes. To say that I was surprised at this rather unusual way to recover from the effects of an anesthetic would be to express it mildly indeed, but my surprise did not reach its epitome until after I had strug- gled to arise and fallen back exhausted into the arms of two long bearded gentlemen whom I recognized in spite or tne whiskers and strange clothing as Hugh London and Arnold King, whom I distinctly re- membered the day before my operation to have been as beardless as they were unversed in the theory of aeronautics. Now, to one less familiar with the more lurid and fanciful literature of the present age, these extra- ordinary events would probably have presented an unsolvable enigma as to causes and effects. I. however. being an enthusiastic if dilletante peruser of the less classical journals, and recalling divers imaginative tales of similar happenings, immediately deducted that I had either been projected into the future or had suffered an amnesia following my operation. Considering these facts, I at once perceived the latter to be the more likely. What could be more natural? The more I pondered over the probable sequence of events the more reasonable it seemed: tne incision near the base of my brain, a slip of the knife, an unknown period of time during which the cut brain tissues grow back into place, a total loss of memory until at last the rebuilding of broken tissues is completed. My conviction rose to a certainty as I noticed again the bearded visages of my erstwhile fellowvclassmates and heard them conversing in a jargon which seemed to be a mixture of Russian and English. Of course I began firing away at them the hundreds of questions that popped into my mind but I failed entirely to get any response save an occasional sad shaking of the head by one or the other. In the next half-hour I gleaned from their actions toward me and from the occasional words of English that 1 could pick up from their conversation, that Hugh and Arnold believed me to be insane and that we were en route to a samtarium! This would never do. I resolved at once to escape, as argument seemed impossible under the conditions. A glance out the window, however, showed that escape at present would entail a precipitous drop of several thousand feet. so I decided to postpone action in that line rather in- definitely. ,L After a few minutes the airplane, if airplane it was, came to almost a complete stop over a large field. upon which in huge letters the word Washingtongrad was written, and gradually settled down landing on one edge of the field. Now was my chance. I leaped out of the window and dashed wildly towa.rd a row of buildings and down an almost deserted street. Rounding a corner at a high speed I ran heading into three bearded strangers. My capacity to be astonished had become somewhat strained of late but I was, to say the least, mildly surprised to recognize these grim individuals as Robert Ball, Charles Brooks and Howard Hutcheson. By dint of much ingenuity I at last succeeded in explaining my situation to these slightly incredulous fellows and finally persuaded them to explain a few things to me. It seems that I had been in a state of semi-consciousness for twelve years and that during that time a number of drastic changes had taken place in the world's history. I shall give here a brief summary of the events as they were related to me. Early in 1934 the Russian army, carrying with them a new and previously undreamed-of weapon, marched through Asia conquering all before it. The U. S. and most of the European countries then de- clared war on Russia, but after a struggle lasting three years Russia succeeded in conquering the whole world and setting up a socialistic government with the world capital at Washingtongrad, formerly Wash- ington, D. C. since then the centralization of government had been completed and the Emperor residing in Washingtongrad, with improved methods of transportation and communication, has absolute control over all parts of the world. After relating to me a proceeding about which than a state senator. The truth of this when upon which bore the following this interesting history, my friends insisted on taking me to see the Emperor, I was slightly uneasy, having never met before any more important personage Emperor, they assured me, however was quite democratic, and I discovered the Boing to the third floor of an ordinary skyscraper we came to his office door inscription: Comrade W. H. ComptonskifEmperor-Walk In. Nil