Beaufort High School - Mainsail Yearbook (Beaufort, NC)

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JUNIOR CLASS JUNIOR ROLL VICTORIA BONEY PAULINE CHADWICK MARGARET DILL CARL HATSELL FRANCIS HATSELL GUY HUDGINS CHRISTOPHER JONES CLIFFORD LEWIS MARTHA LONGEST LOTTIE MASON WADE NEAL MAUD PARKIN VIVIAN PARSONS GLENNIE PAUL WILLIAM POTTER MARY QUIDLEY MATHIAS SKARREN SWANNIE WADE GRAHAM WHITEHURST (TWENTY)

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 ’ OFFICERS: MISS LOIS MONROE. . GUY HUDGINS...... VIVIAN PARSONS CHRISTOPHER JONES .................Sponsor ...............President ..........Vice-President Secretary and Treasurer MOTTO: “We Build a Ladder by Which We Climb” FLOWER: CLASS COLOR: Yellow Rose. White and Gold. (NINETEEN)

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The Prophecy of the Class of ’25 One evening in the spring of 1935, I was sitting by the radio in the liv- ing-room of the flat in which I live. I am a doctor and have just come in from a hard day’s work. I have become very much interested in radio and would have ten years ago been called a “radio fan.” But in this enlightened age no one would dream of being so mid-victorian as to comment on my fondness for radio. I tuned in. “Station WXD” announced a stentorious voice which was strangely familiar, and one that I should recognize. I listened, I knew many people in the city, but this voice seemed to awaken something— seemed to touch something long forgotten. I recognized the station as one on the other side of the city. I made a note. I would look up the owner of that voice to-morrow. But suddenly, something broke in on my thoughts, for what was this I was hearing? The same voice was announcing. “The next thing this even- ing will be a lecture by Miss Eleanor Ramsey, the famous explorer, the first ► person who has ever reached Mars. I take great pleasure in presenting Miss Ramsey.” I could hardly believe my ears. It was Eleanor Ramsey who had graduated in my class at High School. I knew Eleanor was up to everything at all times but I hardly thought she would ever get up to Mars. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” she started, “It is a very great pleasure for you to have me with you to-night.” The same old Eleanor I thought as I lis- tened, getting everything backward in her lecture even though she was an important explorer and was broadcasting over radio. She continued calmly telling of her strange experiences on that hitherto unknown planet and of the strange people she had seen. I listened eagerly until the lecture was over and decided that I had time to look her up next week when we would talk over old times. I absent-mindedly tuned in on another station. “WADK, broadcasting. We will have this evening one of a series of lectures on ‘Radioism’ by Mr. Adrian Rice.” Adrian giving lectures on radio! Well I knew when we were at school that Adrian was fond of radio but here I was actually listening to him explaining the “fundamental prin- ciples” of his recent invention. Again I paused for reminiscences—again I turned the dial—and again another voice spoke. “Station PDQ broadcasting. Skarren’s orchestra will play dance music for the debutante ball of Miss Vanderbilt. This is the first orchestra of the day to be led by a woman. Miss Kathleen Skarren, violinist, also manages the orchestra.” I listened. The strains of one of the popular melodies floated through the air to me. The music was indeed wonderful. Little did we think this time ten years ago that we were shel- (TWENTY-ONE)