Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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 yg.:fg?Tir,a ,7 Class 'Prophecy 11 111 I I 1 This is probably the last spring I'll be able to stretch out and dream about the future as well as the past. But why not get a real lead on the future. I shall consult Swami Charles Turner. Yes, big blue eyes that have always looked to far away places will be able to see what the class of 'U9 has before it. I have seen the Swami today. He told ’me that he was not prepared to fall into a trance, but that he would do this with his I every day meditation. After many moments of abstracted, but intense preoccupation, he returned to the present. r-e said he had seen great things in store forthe Class of 'U9. here in his experience in his own words..... As the mists of tine cleared, I saw that I had been transported to a great hall. It was crowded to the rafters with a great roaring mass of cheering people. A national nomination convention was in the orocess of choosing a presidential candidate. A figure advanced to the front of the rostrum. Then clear and powerful tenor notes welled from the throat of the nation's favorite troubadour, I gasoed; it was our own Jim Mulvaney. A.s the last notes of the stirring, challenging, anthem died away, I was able to see who had been at the console of the organ. It was the lady who was the toast of two continents, Mary Ann Kul-vaney. She had recently conducted her marimba orchestra at the first gathering of the United States of Europe. A stillness more impressive than all the preceding noise now struck the listener. A figure in immaculate white linen strode to the microphones. There was something familiar in the commanding presence. Now that his hair was white I hardly recognized him. But suddenly I realized it was that crusading Senator from Illinois, that ardent supporter of the New, Fair and law Deals, Senator Homer Lynn. As he spoke, the cro d was with him every second. They knew his purpose and were there to give it their unanimous accord. Who was this candidate of whom Homer spoke as the logical successor to the spirit of the New Deal, one who had backed it all the way? :,£hon the candidate's name liras heralded forth, I caught my breath. A stately feminine figure gracefully but purposely advanced to meet her destiny. This was to be our first lady President, Mary Lou Courtright. She wore a lovely germ of shimmering white that eloquently bespoke the talents of K. Skaggs and 3. Day, the great designers 1 0 had brou it to New York all the style and grace that Faris gowns had once claimed. The lofty hall rang with tumultous shouting till, with an imperious wave of Mary Lou's hand, the crowd subsided to silence as

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Our hats off to Rollie, athletic is he With his courage and honor, a success he will be Blonde hair, blue eyes, and not too tall, That's Don Snider, well liked by all. Earlene Collins, alert and pretty, Likes going steady since there’s a new Chevy. If you ask Jim for a song or two, He's sure to sing Sweet Sue for you. To Bragg is something Cramer won't do, But with a new Chevy, we wouldn't blame you. Charlie may get fat, and he'll likely grow old, But his kindly nature will never grow cold. Kenny's blushes, which so easily start. Shows that he has a most loving heart. Mary Frances, one of those sunny misses Who will always get her share of kisses. Mary Blackmore among the shortest in our class Slow to catch on, but sure to pass. We may never gc down in the hall of fame, But greatest success to each one is our aim. To this poem which now ends, our names we assign We back them all - the loyal class of forty-nine

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she began her speech of acceptance.. In this famous speech she mentioned the immediate necessity of redecoration of the White House, George V agner, the famous interior decorator, was to have charge of this, George received his inspiration when a bucket of paint fell on his head during high school, I let my eyes wander from I-iary Lou, and I saw in the background some of those who had made possible this triumphant achievement of American womanhood. There was the smartly gowned, efficient mentor of the campaign, Mrs, G, Raymond Hanlon,the former liarlene Collins, Sitting behind her was her handsome husband, an oil tycoon whose millions had helped to finance the party's barnstorming campaign, I saw, too, Sue Smith, but as I tried to see the entire picture of her future, there was a blurring- of the outline, A gorgeous pair of rings told me she was married, but I could not tell which of her many suitors had been chosen. On the right was a wealthy member of the House of Representatives, the champion of farmers' rights, Don Cramer, Fith him was his wife, his dark-eyed, charming inspiration,the former Miriam Bragg of Brimfield. In the front row I could discern the Farm Bureau Leader of the Nation, Tom Maher, As I made out the group of labor leaders I could see that Don Snider had climbed to the position once held by John L. lewis. Don now had big bushy eyebrows in the manner of his predecessor. Another member of the group was none other than Raymond Johnson, Raymond had dyed his hair black and wore a long black beard in order ot look more distinguished, A great cheer arose and I listened more closely as Candidate Courtright spoke, (Mary Lou used her maiden name although she was married. Her husband intended to write a news column entitled My Fife ) Mary Lou stated that the U.S. was now a country where every little girl could hope to grow up to be president. In the press gallery I noticed F0rma Porter, now the editor of The Women of America . She was surrounded by a battery of her topflight writers, among them Wilma Turner, nor: Mrs. Ray Frank, but she still pursued her writing career, Many members of the defense forces were in attendence. There, resplendent in a white uniform, weighted with decorations v;as the Admiral of the Pacific Fleet, Admiral Rol-lie Pennington, His Lincoln-like composure and stern countenance vrere to the ladies of the day,what Gregory Peck had been to an earlier generation. Rollie had never been able to decide upon the girl who would be lucky enough to be Mrs, Pennington and his ingenuous charm only grew with the years. Not far from Rollie I saw a perennial star of television, Darlene Fussner, she was kncwn as Giggles professionally. Her smile, girlish giggle, and lovely voice are heard by millions on recordings of current ballads. After the almost certain victory yromen vrere expected to fillaH the Cabinet posts, which had been somevdiat changed, Leila Hauk was to head the nevr post of Secretary of Hearts. Her advice was to beon