Blanchard High School - Lion Yearbook (Blanchard, OK)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Written by Amy Lee Periman, Attorney On October 6, 1965, from New York City, Here 1 am sitting at the front of the court rbom, nervously awaiting the beginning of the trial. It is three o'clock and no one can know how much I dread the next case because of the sentiment involved. Next to me sits my client, Mrs. Mona Raye Richey, my old-time pal, who is suing her husband. Jack, a brilliant surgeon, for divorce. I have heard rumors that Jack has been seen in several night clubs with June Swanson, a librarian. By the way, June also was a fellow graduate of mine. Maybe my doubts are groundless, and I can reconcile them, for only yesterday I got Curtis Brown, a notorious bootlegger, off with only two years. I didn't want to defend such a culprit; but when Avanna and the twins looked at me with pleading eyes, I just couldn't refuse. As I look over the court room, I can scarcely believe that so many of my fellow seniors have come so far to witness such an unfortunate occasion. I certainly didn’t think that L. C. McCutchen would leave his lavish fishing resort even for a minute. There on my right is Betty Conn, a successful career girl. I have heard it said that she is an excellent stenographer for an important insurance agency. Ah! and in the reporters' box, Venson Trout, the ace reporter, sits poised and ready for the trial to begin. Venson reached the peak of his fame when he covered an airplane crash in which Harold Sorrel, co-pilot, rescued twenty passengers, among whom was Norma Bowring, air line hostess. Now Venson has settled down to the quiet life of covering trials since he received a leg injury while covering a gun battle between Arlis Clement, a great policeman, and a bandit. (Arlis also graduated in ’51.) Speaking of Arlis, I read in the newspaper that he recently turned down an offer from Sam Andrews, who has risen to the height of District Attorney, for a high position in the F. B. I. Arlis insisted that he would rather stick to his beat. Look who just walked in! Miss Janis Cowan, who is now a famous dress designer. Just think! She came all the Way from her studio in Paris to witness this important trial. Well, enough of my senior buddies. The trial must go on. Mack Stacy, the dignified judge, has entered and has called for order in the court. Thank goodness, he and Fannie Jo will never break up. Who would want to, with all those cute redheaded kids. While we’re on the subject of red-headed kids, Pat and her coach husband, Red, have two of their own. I had lost track of Pat and Red; but while visiting Mary Ruth, Dalton and their ten rambunctious boys, last week, Mary Ruth told me that Pat gave up her career as home economics teacher nine years ago. Even though one of the couples of '51 is trying to separate with a divorce, many of the couples are still happily married. Just yesterday I met Neomi and Johnnie Dunlap strolling down Fifth Avenue. They have just returned from a cruise with the McKinneys, Jimmy and Margaret. They all seemed to have had a wonderful time, enjoying the many conveniences which Jimmy has invented for his special yacht. I knew Jimmy's mechanical mind would bring him millions. Dale Soward has just released his Sowardite, which is, in fact, the fastest thing on the road. Did I say road?

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VENSON TROUTT SAMMY ANDREWS JUNE SWANSON DALE SO WARD NORMA JEAN BOWRING MACK STACY BETTY CONN MYRON THOMPSON

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Continued from page 9. Well, of course, I meant on the road, in the air, and on the sea. I laughed at Bobby Freeman and Gene Harrison when they started their rabbit business. But, now, their famous slogan, Rabbits from Coakamonga to Timbucktoo, rings through the country. George Brooks bought several shares in their corporation way back in 51; and now La Moyne and he, still lazy as ever, relax in their palatial home in Palm Beach. It is five minutes until the starting time of the trial, and Jimmy Dennis, another '51 senior, is coming down the aisle. I imagine you already know that Jimmy was recently appointed Secretary of Agriculture. Jimmy brings to my mind another dear old friend, Betty Binyon, who only last week honored Jimmy with a dinner party. I suppose that it would be easy.to win a case for that very rich socialite. Next time she's in a night club brawl, I'll try to help her out. There is a peculiar thing about that dinner party. A reunion of some kind must have been taking place for a number of '51 seniors were present. Even the speaker for the evening was an old pal of mine, Mary Terrell, who has become famous for her essays and books she has written. Distinguished guests at the dinner were Gladys Young, congresswoman, and several army officers and their wives. Familiar names among these army personnel were General and Ramona Huffman, General and Mary Triplett, who used to be known as Mary Whitaker and Major and Sue Wilbanks. But, I must stop this reminiscing and snap back to reality. Great guns, it's 3:30, the starting time of the trial. But, alas and alack, there is no more space!!