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

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Due to some unavoidable circumstances, we were delayed in New York for two days. Barbara and I decided to make the best of our freedom, and spent those two days and one night in seeing all that we had time to see. During that time I found where a number of my former schoolmates were located. While we were exploring the very heart of the down-town section of New York, I glanced in- quiringly up at an unusually tall stone building. There was blazed upon the front of this structure nNew York Times Buildingu and underneath the HJ. Freeman--Ed1tor'. I con- sidered. Now it was quite possible that there was more than one Jack Freeman, but I was determined to find out if it was the Jack I had once known. I merely inquired of the ad-' vertising department of the Times, all that was known about their editor, and I found to my Joy, that it was the Jack Freeman that I once knew. 'There,n I said to Barbara, His a boy who is following in his father's footsteps.u We left Broadway then, and walked down Trention. There I ran smack into Claudine Flood with a tall, dark and hand- some young man. We stopped in a restaurant and there we had a real heart-to-heart talk. Claudine was in New York on her honeymoon. I shan't tell you the name of her husband, for you would never in all the world take me seriously. So, you will have to be patient and wait until time shows you who it was. She told me that she had been holding down a big secre- tarial position in St. Louis for six years. b a I was in Bowling Green two weeks before the wedding she said 'Of our old classmates there are still a number located around the old home town avalyn Shy is now the music instructor of Bowling Green High, and she loves her. work. Helen Harrelson is still married, and the proud mother of three bouncing abies. Lucile Smith is now proprietress of the Moon Winx C fe, and Mother says they do a booming business. Lucile is quite an expert by this time, I should think. Oh yes, and J. O. Mackey has just been elected Pres- ident of the Continental Oil Company. There's a boy that has climbed the ladder, step by step. He has been promoted from one inferior position to another and now he's on the very top. And--well, that's all of our former classmates that I can think of who are located in Bowling Green. Have you any idea as to where some of the others are?H she quest- ioned interestedly. I, then, told her of those I had had the fortune to meet and then we parted. 6 fr

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A Before we landed in New York, one of our passengers be- came violently ill. When we landed, Barbara and I accompanied the pain-stricken man to St. George's Hospitals, one of the largest hospitals in all New York. Two very efficient look- ing surgeons met us in the hall, I immediately noticed something about the bend of the dark haired surgeon, that seemed familiar. Also the assisting surgeon seemed some- what familiar. As they turned and with the assistance of a nurse started down the long hallway, my mouth flew open, and in spite of the most heroic efforts on my part, it remained that way, until my astonishment had partly subsided. For those two doctors were both old schoolmates. Not one--but both! Perhaps now you can understand, why I was so sur- prised. The two surgeons were none other than my erstwhile schoolmates--J. D. Haley and Henry Eames. The high School companionship of these two had evidently remained unbroken. While waiting for results of the operation, I glanced at a notice posted on the front entrance of the hallway. It was merely a schedule of the night nurses. Gut of idle curiosity, I glanced over the list. At the very bottom one of those names Jumped out at me--Edna Gamm. HAha,N thought I, nAnother girl who has realized her ambit1on.U It was soon reported that the patient would recover, but we were asked to do a most unusual thing. Barbara Miles and I were to go to the home of our sick passenger and in- form his family of the operation, which to me seemed a very unusual proceeding, and out of the realm of our orders. How- ever, we took a taxi to the address given us. and in a few minutes found ourselves outside of an imposing mansion. We hurried up the walk, and rang the doorbell. The door was opened, automatically, or at least so it seemed, so silent- ly and efficiently did the swallow-tailed butler draw it back. wwe want to see Mrs. Bolling, if you please--,H I began hesitatingly and then stopped. Nwill Madam wait in here? I will tell my mistress that you are here?H He bowed and marched away. a Do you know why I stopped in the middle of a sentence? Simply because that impeccably, immaculately dressed butler was Donn Hulse, Quite as dandified as ever. I decided that Bowling Green students seemed to be congregating in New York. During the time that we gave our message to Mrs. Bolling and were shown out of the house, the butler, never once, by word or sign betrayed the fact that he ever knew me. P

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The next day we left for Europe. In England I found one old schoolmate. I was so amazed when I discovered that John Price Wilson was a Professor of History at Oxford, that I shall not even attempt to express my extreme wonder. He was the typical professor--grumpy, and cross, with the us- ual beard, but also very learned. In Germany, the Olympic games were in progress. At the special request of our passengers, we spent a day observ- ing them. That afternoon the basketball games were played. Of course we were especiall interested in the United States team. One of the players, a forward, was astonishingly agile and skillful, and distinguished himself from his fellow. players. Before we left, I found out that the forward was J. C. Humphrey. There was one boy, who had made his favorite highschool sport, his life work. We stopped in Italy, where Alnert Manzke left the ship, and wont to a secluded village where he was to spend four years working on his music. We were there for only one hour. During that time I discovered two girl artists who were receiving instructions in modernistic painting. They were progressing nicely. It was with regret that we left these two girls, Bessie Grand and Patty Lee in that ancient city of Romance, Peace and Quiet. There one seemed to get away from the world. To me that hour spent in the city with the streets of water, was a dreamy interlude of complete relaxation and peace, an hour that I shall always recall with pleasure. A One day, when we were without any duties, I picked up the Chicago News, and for lack of better occupation, and al- so because I was hungry for news of the United States, read practically every column, except the stock market. In.the picture section, beside the picture page was a column en- titled WV1ews on News' by Lee Roy Feather, and in the corner of the article was a small photograph of my old classmate. It was evident from several comments made in other articles, that Lee Roy was a second Vwalter Winchelln. We flew across Asia and were finally on our way back to our native country. In California, we stopped for half a day in the city of stars, Hollywood. There I found one B. G. student. Helen Moore was playing minor parts in the Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer studios, but it was said that she was a very promising star, and a bright future lay ahead of her. G r