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

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The arrival of a circular advertising a very modern winter resort in Florida under the management of Evelyn Lewis seemed to coincide with my efforts to learn of her whereabouts. Bouncing back to Bowling Green and bumping along the Boulevard, I followed a rough riding road to the old High School to attend an annual alumni banquet. After this affair, I was completely content to return to my cozy little cottage with its funny fireplace in front of which I could sit on frosty evenings and reminisce of the good old days. CLASS POEMS THE VOYAGE ' By Lawrence A. Wright We'l1 soon be sailing outward On Iife's voyage that we must take. We can either choose an Ocean, Or a river, or a lake. As we drift out from the harbor Where the sea is calm and still, We regret that we must leave you And our hearts with sorrow fill. But no matter where we're sailing Or how rough the waves may .be, There will always live the memories Or our school days in B. G. When you launch out on that voyage Don't expect a sky of blueg For there's bound to be some shadows In everything you do. But have courage - - and faith in the Master Who will guide your ship for you, And calm the rolling waves If we only ask him to. Sail on - - though the tide be against you And your sails have been torn by the wind: Sail on - - 'till you reach that harbor To anchor, at the journey's end. To our teachers and each schoolmate That we leave on the shore behind, Comes a hearty cheer, We're for you From the'Class of '39. s

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After leaving them, Iidrove on down the street and saw a sign in front of the largest theater of that city with the names of James William Stevens and Nancy Ellen Smiley in huge letters. They were co-starring in The Yodeling :Dnugtiirlm Arkansas. Well, there is one girl who has at last achieved her I next stopped at a hardware store for a. feed bucket, when whom should I meet but Emma jean Sandifer in the Tin Department selling cups. . As I stepped out of the store, a circus parade was passing by. I was quite ipigplrxped to find Nellie Mae Rohlfing, the quiet lass of the class of '39, a barker a circus. I started on my homeward journeyand stopped at a dairy farm which was run by Martha Ann johnson. Miss johnson had received all her informa- tion on how to manage a dairy farm during her Senior days in High School. In the morning after returning home I received a telegam saying that my aunt, who lives in New York, was seriously ill. After hurriedly packing our bags we caught the train for New York. A little later someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked for my ticket. I looked up into the face of our old B. G. H. S. Romeo, Leland Gillum. As soon as he made his rounds, Leland and I had a long chat and discussed former classmates. He told me that Carmen Lindsay and her swing orchestra had a special coach on the train. He also informed me that on his last trip, he saw the former Edna Peecher who was here on a visit. She had 'been married for some time to a much celebrated artist from Italy, Antonio Michaelangelo. He also informed me that Roger Howard had committed suicide. Carmen Lindsay had been bitten by a jitterbug and had jilted him for the sake of her career. I decided to console myself from the shock of this news by indulging in a little dinner in the diner. I had just sat down when I was suddenly surprised to have a bowl of soup slopped unceremoniously into my lap and looked up behold- ing Darline Scheer, who, it seems, had not yet learned to master a tray on a moving train. And the surprise of surprises! I saw john Pletch Adams coming down the aisle to clean up the damage with his huge mop slopping soap suds all the way. As he slowly sauntered along I overheard him telling some slightly silly story concerning his grandfather's mishaps. V When we arrived in New York, I learned that my aunt had passed away and it was left to me to choose an undertaker. In thumbing through the index of undertakers, I saw the name of julia Whiteside and immediately called her. When the hearse arrived I found the driver to be none other than Terrace Eugene Boudinier. I guess all his trips to Olney weren't in vain after all. I learned that by request of my aunt, the officiating minister at her funeral was to be Frances Peabody. To satisfy my lifelong desire and also little Sammy's, I went to see the wharves of New York. I heard a woman screaming at the top of her voice for Tommy and after peering between several boats, I saw the person stand- ing at the rail of a small fishing boat. Her hair was stringing in her eyes but even with this camouflage, I recognized the former Charlene Harness. ' At the depot. while waiting for the train that would take me back to my home, my attention was attracted to the picture of a woman posted on a bulletin board. She bore a striking resemblance to Frances Fitzgerald, my old classmate. Upon a more careful scrutiny, I found that it was she and that she was to lecture that night on the advantages of ,the multi-colored wig as a medium for free expression in personality. Upon my safe arrival at home, I made a summary of all the classmates whom I had seen, heard and read about. I found only two missing - - Emesteen Gooch' and Evelyn Lewis. I learned after some inquiry that the fonner was living in Chicago but could not find where. e,Ch'.i1mibni1Do

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