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

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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

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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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In Wyoming I discovered by some fortunate chance, the large farm of 1,000 acres, which was owned by three influ- ential farmers and stock raisers. The farm was the most widely known, and the best in buildings, production, type of crops, and profits than any farm in the whole United States. I decided that Mr. T. C. Wells must indeed have been an exceptionally good Vocational Agriculture teacher, for this farm was in the joint ownership of Clark Gillum, Russell Hobbs, and Homer Givens. This seemed to me to be a wonderful achievement and these men were a real credit to the Bowling Green Highschool. In Tulsa, Oklahoma Joe Sanderson boarded our plane. He was returning from one of his advertising tours, and from his recitals, I judged that he was very enthused over his position as advertising salesman for the Lucky Strike Cigarette Company. . Briefly, let me set down the whereabouts of my other classmates of 1955-56, as this chronicle is growing tire- some to both the writer and the reader. Willeyne Ro ert- son was the secretary of the Calvary Truck Line with head- quarters at Jacksonville, Illinois. May Virginia Slater was still situated at Louisiana, Missouri and was pro- prietress of a huge dairy farm. She did all of her own advertising and secretarial work--evidently her talent as a stenograwher had not been wasted. Claudine had for- wotten to tell me that Lucile Sandifer was the devoted and lovin' wife of Mr. Nolan Hurd, and her fame as a charming hostess, and tactful wife was well know in Bowling Green and the surrounding towns. There remains only one more member of the Senior Class of 1955-56. This is Ethyl May. I had some difficulty in finding her, but after several attempts, I found that she was head nurse of St. John's Hospital in St. Louis--another girl who had achieved her ambition. Thus you can see that the boasting and bragging of a Highschool Senior does not go amiss--for indeed the heights of fame are even greater than our spirit of am- bition may dictate. . rf r -I