Bedford High School - Echo Yearbook (Bedford, PA)

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Class Prophecy All aboard, all aboard, called Captain Maxwell. As I entered the space ship for the trip, there it was, the Class of 54, my classmates. Gee, time flies, it seems only yesterday that we attended parties and took our final exams, and there before me sat former Bedford High School Seniors who were now famous in their chosen vocations. Oh, you want to know where we were going? We were going To The Stars Through Difficulty. We knew that it was to be a long trip, with the moon as our first stop. Four weeks and ten days we were on the ship together, and I learned many facts about these people. The Hrst person I got to talk to was none other than the world's second Sister Kenney, Betty jo, now an expert in administering therapeutic treatments to polio victims. Sylvia Albert, also a nurse and a prominent farmer's wife, was an assistant to Dr. Cauthorn Walker, noted Osteopath. Our hostess, Betty Lee Howard Maxwell, a gradu- ate of Virginia Baptist Hospital, worked constantly to make each passenger comfortable. Fate is peculiar, for who else would be in the next seat but Muscular Casey! He was not Gagne's manager, as everyone had expected, but the wrestling champion himself and Gagne was his manager. For days we traveled through space, and it wasn't long before everyone felt at home with each other, just as we did twenty years ago. jack Johnson and Arlene Overstreet, commercial artists at Piedmont Label, were continually inquiring of everyone if their work had been recognized. Our Harvard professor, Harriet Hylton, now con- sidered English an obsolete language and spoke nothing but Latin. No one understood her, but she looked intelligent. . just as everyone began to relax and sleep for the first time in days, what would happen but for Mary Babb Venable Markham, now a well-known Metro- politan Opera star, to burst into song, reminding all of our senior trip to New York. Finally, Shirley Michaels was married to a state trooper, which one, no one knows. She was constantly reminding the captain that he was exceeding all speed laws, that is, to her way of thinking. Pat Patterson contributed very little to the conver- sation of the group because his architectural mind ,ff busy designing a tent in case of an emergency. H5 young man had gone, for he, above all others had been chosen to build a house for Miss Hylton's skunk, Caesar. Verna Wells Chryssikos, a graduate from Catawba, was taking a well-deserved vacation from her husband, Lewis, and their six little Lewises. Charles Goodman was still using his physics and engineering to design a device that would catch a certain little nurse. Gibo Luck, still with the romantic urge and un- hitched, was the most thrilled of all over the trip be- cause of his search for some ideas for his next movie. Ronald Beck, still confused about the real value of his B. S. degree from V. P. I., was hopeful that the moon or Sirus would provide the opportunity for him to be recognized as the only educated bum on the surface of some earth. Lois Holdren, a returned missionary from India, administered to the spiritual needs of all passengers. To everyone's astonishment, Lois was carrying Mrs. Thaxton's acid-eaten purse. Smith Fariss, a prosperous farmer, brought along some carrots enriched with vitamin Q, the newest discovery in the vitamin world, made by June Dooley while doing research work for Drs. Tom and Eileen Jennings. Laura Holland Farris, a competent secretary to the president, was keeping a full account of the trip by method of her shorter short hand. Bennie Herman Coleman, now coach at Bedford High, and Bill Daniels, Bridgewatet's head coach, were busy exchanging ideas for some new football plays. The internationally famous car racing promoter, Bill Bower, had squeezed in time for this trip in order to get some tips about car racing from the in- habitants of Sims, if there are any! -1lil19f2+

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Last Will aml Testament things lavishly thrown away because we can no longer keep them, but as valuable assets to those who may receive them, and a continual reminder of the generosity of heart displayed in our free and full bestowal: lst. I, Mary Babb Venable, bequeath to Linda Boyer my musical talent. Zd. I, Jack Johnson, bequeath my vast knowledge of trigonometry to Glen Padgett. 3rd. I, Clyde Burford, bequeath to Curtis Merritt my ability to get along with the girls. 4th. I, Betty Reid, bequeath to Betty Ray Lazenby my title as the biggest flirt which was willed to me by the Class of '55. 5th. I, jack Teass, bequeath my title as the biggest nut to Eugene Rider. 6th. I, Nancy Lee Fizer, bequeath my seat in Miss Boan's fourth year Latin Class to Page Burnette. 7th. I, Ronald Beck, bequeath to Frank Dooley all my why's. Sth. I, Barbara Over- street, bequeath my quiet ways to Anne Denton. 9th, I, Lynwood DeWitt, bequeath my ability to strum the guitar to Ray Overstreet. Last comes the one thing hard for us to part with. To our successors we must leave our places in the hearts and thoughts of our Principal and teachers. They will love them, unworthy as we feel they are, even as they have loved usg they will show them all the same tender kindness and attention that they have bestowed upon usg they will feel the same interest in their attempts and successes, the same sorrow when they fail. We trust that the Class of 1955 will appreciate all this as deeply as we have done, that it may be their most precious possession, as it has been ours, and the one we are most loath to hand over to them. And we do hereby constitute and appoint the said Principal, Mr. J. L. Borden, sole executor of this our last will and testament. In witness whereof, We, The Class of 1954, the testators, have to this, our will, written on one sheet of parchment, set our hand and seal this fourth day of June, one thousand nine hundred and fifty-four. ' Testator TOMMY HOLDREN Class Song I. II. School days, school days, School days, school days, We are thru now. We'll go our own way, There were twelve years awaiting The friends we left that parting day, Till our graduation day. Were friends we'll never forget. Bedford Hi we're leaving, Bedford Hi we're leaving, Mem'ries will linger on Mem'ries will linger on, When we think of the fun we had, Happy and fun loving We'll think of B. H. S. Is the Class of '54 I rr Memoriam WILLIAM A. BANDY September 12, 1935-December 29, 1949 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth. if 18 Es-

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C lass Prophecy Jeanne Turner, who had left her huge ranch in California, was proudly explaining how her horse, Turntables, had won the triple crown. Etta Lemon and Barbara Overstreet had lost their quiet, retiring ways and had joined a troop of Can-Can Dancers. Bill Cowlbeck, a forester for the Peaks area, was looking forward to seeing the mountains on the moon known to be higher than any on earth. He carried his fishing rod hoping to find a new species, but he was really disappointed to hear that it is believed to be no water there. The most noted passenger aboard was none other than Bill Winton, now President of the U. S. Bill had just returned from Johns Hopkins Hospital, where he had received special attention from his nurse, Marilyn Cundiff. Nancy Lee Fizer, superintendent of nurses at University of Virginia, had squeezed in time for this trip also. x'Clyde Burford, another Romeo, had managed to escape all the ladies long enough to get aboard. Why Clyde is still unmarried we'll never know, unless he hated to break so many hearts while making only one happy. Shirley Witt, a professor of marriage and social relations at Duke University, brought along his type- writer so he could prepare his thesis for his Ph.D. using us as guinea pigs. Jack Teass, a hot-rod racer, was now wealthy be- cause of a patent on his recent invention of a new racer that wouldn't bother to go around the other cars, it would just jump them. Verna Allen, Mr. Charles Bornstein's private secretary and Shirley Toms, legal secretary, were con- tinually comparing notes on their bosses. Lois Mae Wilkerson, a house-mother at William and Mary, took special care of each of the passengers, once again exhibiting her maternal instincts. While reminiscing about our days at Bedford High, the call came from Captain Maxwell, Buckle your safety belts and prepare for landing! Im- mediately Lynwood DeWitt took out his guitar and began to bray at the rapidly approaching moon. Tommy Holdren, an undertaker in Chicago, Illinois, bemoaned the fact that we were landing safely. Now that we were safely landed, the door of our space ship began to open-Oh! I forgot there is no sound on the moon and after I leave the space ship, I can't report any more of the happenings. Worst of all, I can't report the future of my classmates. Oh, what could be worse than a prophet without a prophecy! Clan Prophet BE'rrY REID Sqwfa Q 2- 3 li ft 'll 5 1 fa fflmirs YsfNW ' 319 +El 20 lie