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

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5E3kSSEkSSTHE REVUEEk5S3hSSEk CLASS WILL We, the Senior Class of nineteen thirty-three being pronounced as afflicted with nothing worse than hearty trouble leave this our last will and testament. We, the Senior girls leave our record as the most brilliant students ever gathered in this institution to the Freshmen of next year. We, the boys of the Senior class leave our insulted intelligence to whomever is responsible for this condition. We, the Senior class as a whole, leave our irresponsibility at our elections and such to Mrs. Hancock. I, Richard Alves, leave my love for all the skirts but one Jane in particular to Houston Heizer. I, Harry Basan, leave my ping-pong championship to Harry Williams. I, Gladys Ashley will my charming personality to Bettye McBride. I, Evelyn Boyd, will what Stigger likes to Virginia Mitchell. I, Sherman Combest, will my growing pains to William Green. I, Rebecca Bryant, leave my passion for highwaymen to Hazel Birch. I, Edna Burns, leave my stentorian appeals for popularity to Lois Moore. I, Fletcher Cheaney leave my ability to get away with sleep-walking about the school to Owen Jones. I, E. G. Crowley, will my high-school socks to Buddy Musgrave. I, Elsie Cheatham, leave my opinion of anybody that gripes about the invitations to Martha Smith. I, Katherine Christ, leave my lame basketball hero to Joyce Cox. I, Walter Davis, leave my rolls and wrinkles to Dalton King, I, Robert Louis Dickerson, leave my high hat ways to the neat band leader. I, Marie Deicken, leave the telling of further tales about my ancestors and other relatives to my sister, Dorothy. I, Marie Gass, will my frolicsome girlish giggle to Virginia Buckles. I, Marion Freeland, will my darling 'Hun to Dorothy Hicks. I, Frances Grider, leave my unsuccessful jar of beauty cream to Mildred Fowler. I, Howard .Funston, leave my dream girl whom I love with all my skin and bones to Red Shutz. We, Katherine Barret and Virginia Orr Royster, leave the intent admirers of our cheerleading to Caroline Baskett and Margaret Baskett. I, Lee Allen Hatchet, leave my conscientious attitude toward irresponsible Eng- lish classes to Bennie Stone. I, William Hoffman leave my painless hair-clippers to Frank Pfeiffer. I, William Hund, leave my patriotic spirit and love for Freeland to Tubby Griffin. ' I, Earladene Hadley, will my album containing the autographs of so many dis- tinguished students Qespecially onej to Dorothy Tillotson. I, Lillian Hoffman, leave my school-girl complexion to Lucy Lee Knight. I, Talbert Jennings, will my interest in Evansville to Dub Brown. VVe, Joseph and Lawrence Kockritz, leave our views on socialism to the Beyer sisters. I, Vera Hunter, leave my sweet and loving disposition to Dorothy 'Utley. I, Eleanor Jennings, will my fondness for laughing around my tough old man to Ernestine Erskine. I, Nelle Kloss, will all my heart throbs over that tall dark porter to Jean Crawle . I, 5I'Vilms Kiefer, will that intimate touch to Bill Eblen. I, Charles W. Kleiderer, will my luxuriant beard to Bettye Gherman. I, Julia Konsler, leave my four days a week attendance plan to Mary Burns. I, Virginia Konsler, will my exceeding gravity and standing of weight with the faculty to Edna E. Ayers. I, Marvin Madden, leave my permanent wave to Edward Early. I, Oscar Martin, leave my map of nice places on nice roads to Eddie Biggs. I, Cymbeline Perrin, will my doting affection for country boys to Myrtle Bauerle. I, Babette Levy, will all the worries I've had over this thing to Sarah Biggs. I, Thelma LeRoy, will my grades in Dean to John Craig. I, Jesse Newman, will my widely read column in the Gleanor to Sol Bernstein. I Mildred Long, will my genuine love for study to Frances Stanley. I, Marie Lovelace, leave my ravishing wealth of hair to 'Dorothy Belchur. I, Thelma Majors, will my quitting spirit to everyone of Miss Hutcheson's future u ils. p p I, Marshall Nichols, will my pile of tardy admits to Buck. 5SSS2cK3kSi1933f95Q3kSi2i2z Page twenty

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...... ...... T H E R E V U E CLASS PROPHECY This is no prophecy. Lacking perhaps the genius of my predecessors and cheri hing a desire to evade the beaten path which they followed, I refuse to make this a prophecy. This is the voice of an oracle pronouncing inescapable doom. And whence, one asks, does this oracle gain it power. Let us solve the mystery-in addition to a brilliant mind, I possess a massive will-power which I have concealed Qalong with the brilliant mindl because 1' feared a misuse of it would result in a catastrophe. To illustrate this power I will say that I am able to make the sun travel around the earth instead of the present opposite condition. I have often considered forbidding rain to fall for two years, thus eliminating all unpleasant persons. The more analytic of my readers can detect the fault in my plan. We shall set the time, when I have accomplished my purpose in regard to the earth at 1950. Utopia, the perfect land shall then exist-and who could be more worthy of positions-high or other- wise-in this land of perfection than the high intellects and delightful personalities among the class of 1933? I shall move Washington to the site of Henderson as a whimsicality, and cast Henderson to the place where Washington was-to the eternal detriment of the Eastern Coast. At the head of the gov- ernment I shall then set up, I shall place E. Garret Crowley. This illustrates the irony of fate. tLet us here change to the present tense as it is much more readable,l At the time of 1950, E. Garret Crowley, the Chief Hospodar of America Amalgamated is so very popular that Gladys Ashley, Rebecca Bryant and Edna Burns are kept busy opening his fan mailg and Thelma LeRoy and Marie Lovelace are official photograph-senders for his majesty. The Minis- ters for his Majesty's entertainment are Billy Oglesby, Julia Konsler, and Aileen Gentry. It is said that the Hospodar owes much of his popularity to his press agent, Jesse Newman, whose facile tongue and pen once held sport-fans spellbound. Although the Hospodar is too dignified to reveal it, he is very much annoyed by the attacks on his character, by the political satirists, Katherine Christ and Marion Freeland. Among the higher officials of the land are Harold Stanley and Talbert Jennings, Ministers of Public Moralityg Harry Basan and Anne Vlforsham, Ministers of Passionate Poetryg and Rachael Woodside, Margaret Fitzgerald and Frances Robinson, Ministers for enforcement of the Sound-proof music-room-law , The Ministers for Suppressing High School Dramatics are Dick Alves, Katherine Barret, Marie Diecken and Robert Dicke1'son. The only disturbing element in our governmental affairs is the plotting of that dark anarchist. Emily Wilson, and her fellow conspirator, Virginia Konsler. The' Hospodar for some reason finds it necessary to employ a feminine guard, under the command of Frances Grider, Cymbeline Perrin, Alma Lee Near, and Earladine Hadley. Perhaps it is for the reason that the adventuresses Evelyn Boyd, Marie Sights, Ann Shofner and Nelle Kloss lwhose lurid past is notorious! can not be coped with by mere males, George Stigger tried, failed and retired to the secretaryship of the local Y. M. C. A. After furnishing material for scndal-mongers for some years, Dorothy Smith has tunder an oath never to marryl become President of The United Bachelor Girls fold maids to youj. Elsie Cheatham is her secretary. We now note that Thomas Stephon is assistant manager at Quinns, and Jerre Smith, the minister's son, is a finished rouel Can there be reasons! Some of the class pursue more or less intellectual course. Martha Meade Robertson is President of The Daughters of the Confederacy, a lifelong ambition. Marguerite Shephard is noted for her essays called How Wonderful Everything Is . Ishmael Phillips, assisted by the colorful humor of James Talley, runs the successor to Ballyhoo which he calls the Revue , We must not neglect the great philosopher-raconteur, Charles Raber. For want of better occupations, Lillian Hoffman, Mildred Long, Thelma Majors, Vera Hunter, and Marie Gass are air-stewardessesg Marie working on the Graf Zeppelin. The boisterous laughter of the Kockritz brothers has raised them to the position of America's premier humorists, but Oscar Martin and Marvin Madden are close seconds. Maurice Fitzgerald is the trumpet soloist in the or- chestra sponsored by the Elmo Dossett oil interests. Babette Levy is dean at Wellesley College, and Tyberia Wilson and Georgia Robinson are athletic directors there. Charles Kleiderer is chauffeur to Miss Dorsey. William Hoffman, Howard Funston, Lee Allen Hatchett and Marshall Nichols are chain store magnates and call themselves the Lambert Brothers. Malcolm Overfield is principal at B. M. T, H. S. since Harvard called Mr. Floyd to the president's chair there. Eleanor Jennings is something of a. Babe Didrekson. Walter Davis is Professor of Calculus at Bowling Green University and Sherman Combest is coach there. Virginia Orr Royster has written some tender little lyrics dedicated to members of the faculty at B. M. T. H. S. Wilms Kiefer is a noted collector of athletic medalst, and Frederick Schuette is famed for a new type of swine he developed which was named for him. Marion Stith isl a noted bio- chemistg Fred Paff, a pacifist: and Otis Moats, a successor to Bernard Shaw. Lastly we find William Sutton, Mayor of Evansville, and, WVilliam Hund, his Aide. For relaxation from the labor of directing the world, I am trying to will myself through the stone wall of a psychopathological sanatorium fbug-house to youj. Well-so it turned out to be a -prophecy after all. Well-bear up lad, That's Africa. -Fletcher Cheaney cm.--2.24. 1 9 3 3 ...wa ,E ..--... 0 .2 gk .....- .ug r--...E Page nineteen

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REVUEWH, ...... .... I, Billy Oglesby, will the pleasure I get out of having a Basket on my arm to Freddie Bates. I, Cymebline Perrin, will my doting affection for country boys to Myrtle Mauerle. I, Malcolm Overfield, will my sincere admiration for Mr. Riehl to Herbert Crafton. I, Martha Robertson, will the admiring glances I get while walking down the aisle to Kittie Stiles. I, Frances Robinson, leave my jealousy of Dorothy Smith to Clara Neel. I, Marguerite Shepard, leave my shady past and well covered present to Avan- elle Freeland. I, Fred Paff, will my love of sincere and frank people to Atmur Stokes. I, Ishmael Phillips, leave my bull-frog voice to Paul Witt. I I, Ann Shofner, will my passion for vamping some poor sap to Alma Startup. I, Marie Sights, will my publicity manager to Ruth Jennings. I, Charles Raber, will my craving for tangerines to Jack Stanley. We, Thomas Stephon and Jerre Smith haven't yet decided who is going to do the leaving. I, Dorothy Smith, will the apron string to which I tie many sweeties to Emma Wolf. I, Emily Wilson, leave my secret admiration for young Henns to Kathleen Henning. I, Harold Stanley, leave my second-hand bookstore to Bobby Marshall. I, Tyberia Wilson, don't believe in leaving things behind. I, -Frederick Schuette, leave my graceful ballet dancing to John Snider. I, George Stigger, leave the vile gasses I've been turning loose in chemistry class to Mr. Rhoads. I, Rachael Woodside, will my love of that intimate touch to Bettye Barret. I, Marion Stith, leave my indifference to everything in general, or words to that effect, to Maurice Griffin. I, Anne Worsham, will my skill in getting over a good joke to Dorothy Helm. I, William Sutton, leave all my nicely done cross-word puzzles to Miss Melton. I, Aileen Gentry, will my bulletin Weather in the Higher Altitu,des, to Bailey Cox. ' I, Edgar Tabor, will my place on the football team to James Overfield. I, Alma Lee Near, leave my beautiful wavy locks to Helen Smith. I, James Talley, will my masterpiece, The Northbound Cat, to Phillip Cheaney. --James Talley '33 CLASS POEM . When the school that we love we must leave For the world where we're small and alone, Then our hearts cannot help but to grieve, And to feel just a little forlorn. From the years that now lie behind us We recall all our hardships and pains, We retrace all the good you taught us, Which is something that always remains. We have learned to love, to respect All our teachers so honest and fair, Who taught us life as a game, In which all our play must be square. With regrets and with hearts so tearing, ' Of our school days the end we now see, And with sorrow unbounded we're saying Farewell from class thirty-three. --Ishmael Phillips 1 9 3 3 lzmy' 'killmmg' lx' Page twenty-one