Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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CLASS PROPHECY Fiji Islands, May 21, 1965. To Everyone Who May Be Interested: On that memorable night exactly thirty-five years ago the twenty-first day of May in the year one thousand nine hundred and thirty, forty-eight Seniors marched forth in royal banners on the stage of good old B. H. S. to receive their diplomas. That was a night which will never be forgotten, in fact the story has been blazed in red letters on the scandal sheet of the Chicago Herald Examiner. Everyone well remembers how proud the mothers and fathers were of their boys and girls when the evening was still young, then later came the climax—that fateful thing which happened that has caused so much distress. Nobody knew what caused it but everyone was aware of the fact that when the last person received his diploma the lights were shot out and everyone was in a frenzy until the lights were recovered. But lo! and behold! where were the Seniors? To this day they have been missing without a word as to their whereabouts. So I feel it my duty to relate to you just what happened that night, where they are and what they are doing. Just what happened to us is still a mystery but when we all came to we found ourselves stranded on a desolate island, scared to death and not knowing which way to go for help, hungry, with no food in sight. Could exams be any worse than this? But as I have not the time to tell you everything that happened in these thirty-five years, I will just tell you what we are doing now. Richard Hubbard’s gruff voice and cave man appearance had an enormous amount of influence over the natives and they immediately make him their King, but of course no kingdom is complete without a Queen, so Opal Briney’s winning ways soon won Richard’s heart and they were wed in the light of the moon by Ted Cooper who had studied the Clergy business by correspondence when he was a freshman in high school. Ted started at once to build his church and Clela Gates consented to be his organist because she won a national contest for playing on the linoleum when she was just a little girl. Dorothy Rawlins is taking dancing lessons from some of the native girls and in return she is teaching them the missionary movement. We always knew Dorothy liked dancing but not that well. Our scientific minded Paul Tice’s new invention has enabled us to have a Fiji dairy. With the aid of a long tube he milks the cocoanuts every night and during the day they will fill up again. If we get an over supply we will send you some. The monkeys took to Eula Crawford as soon as they saw her but she liked one monkey in particular so she named him Leo and made a pet of him. Arleta Gaston doesn’t get to use her musical talent here very much so to keep in practice she sings Ben Farrow to sleep every night. (Poor Ben, do you suppose he really goes to sleep ?)

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WAYNE WHITE General Course Football ’28-29; Captain ’29; Basketball ’27-28-29-30; Track ’28-29-30. “The ball be held, the crowd it yelled as ’cross the line he sped.” MARGARET WILSON Commercial Course G. R. ’27-28-29-30; G. A. A. ’27-28; Class Secretary ’28; Mort’s Merrymakers ’30; Class President ’28; Adelphi ’30; Hays Efficiency Meet ’27; Junior Play ’29; Senior Play ’29; Yearbook Staff ’30. “A most remarkable girl is she, She’s versed in most things from A to Z.” GEORGE WILLIAMSON General Course Hi-Y ’28-29-30; Senior Play ’29; Journalism ’30; Yearbook Staff ’30. He is full of jest and jokes.”

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Ava Cooke, who was always of a sympathetic nature couldn’t let us go hungry so she is now chef of the Cambataracheebug restaurant. (By the way, that doesn’t mean anything good to eat.) The Mosquito Art Shoppe is owned and operated by Howard Fulton and Betty Shaffer. Betty is the model and Howard is the artist. What masterpieces he produces! Frank Kruse is teaching centipedes how to walk with only two legs so they can do odd jobs with the rest. He ought to get a lot of work out of them, don’t you think ? Playful little Helen Fobes thinks she is in the land of “Make believe” but she soon comes out of it when she sees an alligator snapping at her heels. Nelda Troutman didn’t want to waste her knowledge that she gained while taking a Normal Training course in Beloit High school so she signed a contract to teach a school of fish for ten years. (The poor fish!) Bashful Bill Owen is writing a diary so he can remember what he has done. He says the environment down here surely makes him forget quickly. I wonder if it’s really the environment? Martha Clark discovered the fountain of youth. She certainly hasn’t grown up any since then. I’m sorry I have to tell you the sad story but our dear little friend Lynn Fred-erickson has gone “buggy”. He thinks he is Robinson Crusoe and he cries all of the time because he can’t find Friday. Sylvia Plymire is a movie actress. She is playing opposite a kangaroo in a new production, “The Lonely Troubadour.” Rollo Haigh and Virginia Root settled down in the sea of matrimony about five months ago and we haven’t heard from them since. I think he built a cave in which to keep her safe from all wild animals. (Men, too, probably). She always was a t;mid soul. Harold Brown, inventor, has just completed a 1965 model airplane. It is made of ostrich feathers so it needs no engine. It is very economical and in a few years it will be commonly used. Geneva Childers is now taking in washings for a living but she thinks that Bill will find her some day. Rosie Smith has discovered a diamond mine and she says when she gets rich enough she is coming back to Beloit. Kenneth Campbell who was a lover of law and order has organized a jail house. He is the jailor and Kathryn Stewart is the jailess. Arnold Starkey, lion tamer, has fifty little ones for sale. Alma Gotschall, great sportswoman, is training chimpanzees to play basketball. Jeanette Gholson and Alma Roquette are exploring the island. I couldn’t begin to tell you what they have found (or what they haven’t found.) Wayne White is very homesick. He is always singing “Way Down South on the Hunter Road.” He is a blacksmith by trade—he shews the flies. Our little village is somewhat brightened up by the rollicking Barker children. Mrs. Barker was formerly Miss Treasure Metcalf.