Bowling Green High School - Speaker Yearbook (Bowling Green, MO)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY of 1935-36. Miss Latimer, I think that you know, what I am preparing to say to you, do you not?N 'Yes sir, I do. I know my work has not met your standards You mean of course, that you will have to discharge me.n 'Quite right. You may leave tomorrow, or in a day or so, as soon as I am able to get a stenographer. That is all, thank youfu 'Yes s1r.n I turned and hurried quickly out of the room, biting my lips to keep them from quivering. Hot, stinging tears came to my eyes, but I forced them back. The 1nJust1ce of it all made me very angry--forty letters to get out in two hours--it was an impossibility. , The next day I left. Mr. Graves called me again to his office and paid me half of my weeks salary, Sl0.00. Bitter thoughts flashed to my mind, but I drove them back, and in- stead turned to go without a word. HEr--just a secretary. Miss I raised my Then I drew back nLaura Ruth minute. I want to introduce to you my new West, Miss Lat1mer.' 1 eyes and stretched forth my hand coldly. West! Of all thingsln Surprise made it im- possible for me to go on. Feeling Mr. Graves eyes upon me, and realizing that I was wasting his valuable time, I hastily withdrew, stopping to Bay, WI hope that you are more successful than I.U Outside, I drew a deep breath! Well, so my old friend was filling my place. I fought down the jealous feeling that struggled to get the best of me, and walked the street. Out slowly down of a Job--only 850.00 in the bank. Oh yes, and the 510.00 in my purse. Well, the heavens alone knew what was ahead for me 6 ir

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CLASS'POEH As we go along the highway Of fading, Senior year ' That has all the Joy and gladness Sadness too, that's near, le open our book of golden deeds And count them one by ne, To see if we have left behind One deed of love undone. From each heart we feel a warmth Fbr the glory we've attained: And we bid you all to follow To that victory unstained. I To our school we owe a tribute, To our teachers all so dearg And to every lower classman We leave a hearty cheer. 'Deeds, not Words,n our motto Will be the motto of each life, We will ever strive to keep it And be winner in the strife. But forever, in our memory We'll recall these joyous hours, With loving friends and teachers And all the pleasure that was our Luclle Smith 5 Bessie Crane, '36 lotto 'Facta non verbau Colors: Green 2 thite Flower: White Rose l'

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The next two weeks were a dreary succession of newspaper ads, applications for positions, and refusals. On Saturday night of the second week, I was desperate. I realized that I couldn't keep on like this much longer. Wearily, I picked up the paper and again scanned through the ads. No secretaries were wantedf-nothing but house work. Well, I decided, as a last resort I could do housework--suddenly a very small ad caught my eye. Wanted: NTwo girls to act as air stewardesses. Un- married, neat appearance, and 22 years of age. Should I try it? But of course--anything! I went the next morning and out of the sixteen girls who had applied, I was one of the two who were chosen. On the Bible, we swore that we would remain unmarried for a period of two years, while in service. .I learned that the plane was going to make a round-the-world trip, and that we were to leave in two days. The day of our departure came and I with another excited girl stood beside the plane--the first in which I had ever ridden. We were given our last instructions and then we hurried up the steps and found ourselves in one of the largest planes I had ever seen. It took us at least thirty minutes to feel at ease among our new surroundings. Our uniforms were of a very heavy dark blue material, with white emblems--quite attractive. All passengers being aboard, the pilot, a tall, angular girl stepped in. I turned, naturall enough, to examine her more closely, when I suddenly gave a slight gasp. My companion stewardess, Barbara Miles, grasped my arm, as though she feared I was ill. However, I soon re- covered, but I still felt rather groggy from the shock--that pilot, the pilot of the plane in which I was going to be stewardess, was none other than an old B. G. student of the Senior Class of 1955-36--Myrtle Jett! I recalled the time she had remarked that to be an avlatress was one of her ambitions. But we as Seniors, feel so confident, that I had placed little belief in her statement. But, wonders of all wonders, it had happened! After all, I decided, am- bitions were not in vain, no matter how far-fetched they may seem. - The next few hours, we were busy attending to the needs- of our passengers. E r