Buchanan High School - Pines Yearbook (Buchanan, MI)

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labeled Probate Judge of Berrien County, and as I peep in, I see a man earnest- ly dictating to a stenographer. The man is none other than James Everingharn, al- ways prominent in a. business way. The pretty stenographer is my old pal of the past, Hope Kelley. James always did have a secret passion for Hope, I believe. Again the scene changed. This time a large group of buildings caught my eye. It was the Niles High School, and. there, surrounded by a group of ardent bas- kelball players, was our former athletic star, Augie Topash, now a famous coach. One may certainly see the world through this windshield, for here is portrayed the world's most popular foreign resort. See that girl riding the surf-board-isn't she a whirlwind? I wonder who she could be? Why it's Helen Spatta, one of the most sought after girls in America. Interested in the view, I very earnestly ob- served the scene before my eyes. Who was that at the wheel of the boat? Could it be? Yes, the swiftly moving features are those of Ethel Sibley, a promising young woman, I would say! The vision faded. I saw next a large assembly room filled with people. Soon a very intelligent looking person arose from his chair: and as the words began to fall from his lips, I recognized him to be an old classmate, also, of mine. His name? It was Dr. Donald Burrus, as sure as I live. Hollywood! See there is a production being made, two blondes are starring twins, I believe. No they aren't twins. It is Loren Jewell and William Zachman --but they appear as twins in the production called Two Big Bad Men. This time the picture is laid in a small corner building, evidently a barber shop. Inside everything is white enamel. It is a busy little place, for all the chairs are full and barbers--who are they? They seem familiar, and I can identify them per- fectly now. They are Lewis Leiter, Peanuts Frame, and Dick Morris-but such changes! A swiftly moving express dominates here, and peacefully riding under one of the pullmans are two of the world's prodigal sons, and beneath the gorgeous stubbles of their beards one may discern the features of Richard Boone and Clarence Rice. This scene leaves, and the picture of a noisy eat-house follows in its wake. A snappy waiter, George Spatta, goes whistling merrily as he hustles about, being what he was meant to be-a born cook. Breaking away from the picture of Georgie, I see a street carnival-the ferris wheel gleaming like a great diamond bracelet in the darkness, music of the merry-go- round and the hoarse cries of the venders at their various booths. Delighted, my eyes meet in recognition as Chester Wessendorf, Lucille Lightfoot, and Effie Mae Price, who are talking very enthusiastically over who should sell the peanuts and where- wlzo would have thought that these prominent seniors of '34 would turn up in a street carnival? What is it? A great room filled with earnest faces-all intent upon the speaker before them, entranced with his eloquence. And the reason-you may have guessed- 'tis a Ladies Aid Society and among the distinguished looking admirers I was able to recognize Anna Grace Ranahan and Elaine Hawks-so willing to do for others. I see glory bands playing, crowds breathless, applauding the three figures daring- ly diving from swing to swing at the top of the big tent. Can this be? Yes-I'm sure I'm not mistaken. Perched high up in the tent ready for a daring dive I see Annabelle Dalenberg, Marjorie Hamilton and Thelma Lolmaugh. What dangerous talents they are following. I see the observation car of a swiftly moving train. Two little girls are holding the hands of their governess and watching the flying landscape. How could one help but recognize the governess as Velva Brown? Wonderingly I looked at my windshield-the visions that had portrayed members of my class so well had vanished. For a moment I stared at the place where they had so recently been-then, I laughed to myself. The very idea! Starting my car I determined to forget all this nonsense-but-why-it-it seemed so real. How varied are the lives a.nd occupations of the class of '34g but let us hope they are all happy and that some day they will, like I have, stop to think of all their class- mates in the good old year of 1934. Seventeen

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CLASS PROPHECY Chandos Jackson I stopped my new Duesenberg abruptly. This was no day to tax the mind with driving, but it was a perfect day to dream-to dream of the future, the present, a.nd the past. Suddenly the weirdest thing in my life happened. Startled I gazed into a windshield that had changed to a mirror of jumbled pictures-no, why it's a crowd, crowded in front of a display window. As they move away I see an automobile-a totally new type. Can it be? Yes, it's a new Donley 8-at last Carson is at his height of glory! I looked again with a startled surprise when an entirely different scene flashed across my windshield. A radio station and a tall young man before the microphone is Jesse Leggett, America's most celebrated announcer. He is introducing the next entertainer as the children's favorite-Thomas Quirk, the world famous bedtime story- teller. From all appearances this must be the distant isle of England. A shipyard is in the foreground, and the sailors, George Remington and Robert Watson, are laugh- ing together as they work. See, there is Rlichard Schram industriously pulling on a rope. fSince aeroplanes have gone out of style, it's rather hard to get a job.J Back to America again in one of the largest theatres, one recognized Jean Rus- sell, a vivacious girl in a shimmering costume, who is attracting the steady attention of a young man in the audience. The face seems familiar-why it's Verl Brewer, who now is a steady theatre-goer. What a marvelous place this is! This time a night club. Can it really be that this young gentleman, who is smiling and bowing to his customers, is Bill Frame? Yes, it is he, the owner of Chicago's classiest cabaret. A bevy of pretty girls are now dancing hilariously onto the dancing floor. Do I see correctly? Is that girl on the end Ruth Cripe? Yes, Ruth has become well known for her dancing and singing. How different each vision is! Here is a little country town-and on the corner of a neat little street a house with a large screened-in porch stands. The door of the house opens and Audrey McCllen steps out, followed by-am I seeing things? Yes, if I count correctly, there are a. dozen cats. Audrey must like her pets! What a contrast this vision has with the preceding one. Two distant farmers hurrying to finish their tasks before nightfall. How skillfully each pitches the last forkful of hay onto the wagon and how happily each turns his weary body homeward and, why will startling visions never cease? Raymond Marsh and Robert Upham are still farmers! After that vision faded, I seemed to be looking into a hospital. Among the nurses alleviating pain and soothing patients, three of them looked very familiar. Could it be possible? Yes, they were the same quiet Maxine Myers, Jane Briney, and Esther Kempton, my old class mates, who were thus fulfilling their calling in life. I see a beautiful gondola floating idly over the Venetian Canals. There are two occupants. Am I correct? Yes, it's Mary Donley digesting the facts which John Godfrey is elucidating so industriously-my, how they have changed! What is this large building? Why, it's Shafer and Walls' Toy Factory. On looking in the office of this factory, I see a young woman who is making a, type- writer sing as her fingers glide over the keys. Who could she be? Why it's Martha Dellinger, an old class mate of '34. The vision of factory life passes from the windshield andyin its stead the inside of a cathedral-dim, cavernous and awe-inspiring. The peal of an organ resounds throughout and echoes and re-echoes in a beautiful burst of harmony-at the altar in the robes of a high-priest, with the light of the stained glass wnidows falling upon him, stands Lowell Batchelor. I-low he has changed! The wild days of his youth are past and he has taken up religion as his life's work. Upon looking more close- ly, I can see Maxine Howe sweetly singing in the choir-evidently the years have worked miracles with these two classmates. This picture seems to be laid in Berrien County. I see a. large building-we are inside the building in a long corridor with rows of offices on either side. Here is one Sixteen

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Eighteen