Buffalo High School - Buffalo Yearbook (Buffalo, MT)

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Class Prophecy In the year of 1970, I, an alumnus of Buffalo High School, have been entrusted to investigate the three Senior graduates of the Class of 1951. First on my list, alphebetically, was Harold Dover. We thought he was planning to become a farmer; but on looking up his address, I found it to be, 231380 West Jane ax Street, Chicago, Illinois. He must not be a farmer. When I came to his house, I knocked; but no one answered the door. The baby was crying. Therefore I wasn’t heard, until he stopped. Then a lady came to the door. I asked if this was the residence of Harold Dover. His wife said it was and invited me it. I told her I would like to know where her husband was. She said that he would be home soon. There- fore, I sat down to wait. It was about noon and Mrs. Dover was getting dinner ready. She had a very modern kitchen and all the conveniences that a family could want. Looking out the window, I saw a big Cadillac arrive at the front gate. A very well- dressed man stepped out of the car. Being very happy to see Harold again, I went out to meet him0 He cordially invited me to dinner. As it was placed on the table, five hungry-looking children walked in. He introduced me to his children, whose names were: Archibald, Cab all, Miles, Floella, Dorcas, and the baby, Jerome. After I had met his children and had dinner, Harold started explaining what he had done since he left old B. H. S. He had joined the Army. He said he had helped fight many battles; therefore he had won many honors and become a second lieutenant. On the way home, he met the lady who is now his wife. He explained that she was from the Hawaiian Islands. She had long black hair and was very pretty. After they were married, they had built their pretty home. Harold said he had a job at the Federal Bank and Trust Company where he worked himself up to the Presidency. As I now had all the information needed, I bade Harold and his family good-bye and was on my way to interview Phillip Lilley. I found that Phillip was going to college after leaving B. H. S. Looking in the telephone book, I found his address to be 21647 Wataski Street, St. Louis, Missouri. He was not going to college; but he had become a doctor in the Deaconess Hospital of St. Louis. Going to the hospital, I found his office and asked his secretary if Doctbr Lilley was there. She said he was in the operating room performing an emergency. She asked me if I wanted to see him. After I had waited two hours, a door opened, and out came four men carrying something in a blanket. After they pass- ed me, I saw that there was a dead man in the blanket. Then I heard someone say, Too bad, Doc, you should have taken your tools out before sewing him up,” Phillip, recognizing me, took off his operating clothes and came over to talk to me. Then I questioned him about himself. He wiped the sweat off his brow and seem- ed very fatigued. Since he had finished at the hospital for the day, I gladly accepted his invitiation for dinner at his home. While calling an “atomobile, Phillip explained that his car was in a garage being changed to run on atomic energy. After the atomobile arrived, it seemed only seconds until we came to Phillip’s residence. He lived in a very select neighborhood; and he seemed to have the best house, which was of solid marble. As the atomobile pulled away two small boys came out to meet their daddy. I asked if he had more children. He said “Yes, I have two older daughters. ’ Upon my inquiry if they were living with him, Phillip said, “No, they are not married yet.’’ 15

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Class Will I, Harold Dover, being a Senior and working with the other Seniors, am interest- ed in our plans to bequeath certain aids to our friends and teachers. I am sure it is safe to tell our ideas to you because both the Seniors seemed to be of sound mind when they related this will to me0 We have always thought a lot of our teachers for their patience in teaching and working with us; therefore we wish to express our thanks and bequeath: To Mr. Abrams: Our ability to spell» To Miss Wehder: Our worn out bookkeeping sets. To Mrs. Woodard: The thriving Junior Class. To Mr» Darcangelo: Our ability to make baskets. The Seniors wish to bequeath to their friends: To Hank: We leave the mud under our desks. We hope you appreciate cleaning it up, Hank. To Opal: We leave our good appetite. We certainly shall miss your wonderful meals as well as our visits with you in the lunch room. Mary wishes to bequeath: To Christine her place as local news editor on the paper staff. Caution to Jean: Don’t let the boys divert you. To Benton: Her ability to read her English lesson before class. To LaVonne: What is left of her English workbook. To Mary Alice: She leaves her typewriter and wishes her the best of lucko Phillip wills: To Benny Petersen his ability to play basketball. To Johnny: His Agriculture book. We hope it helps him in running his tractor. Caution Gertrude: Boys are not a dime a dozen. To Charlie: His studious ways. To Clifford: His ability to keep calm. I, Harold, wish to leave to my friends: First, to my dear sister, Ella, my place on the paper staff. To Hayden: My place as captain of a good basketball team. To Georgie: The size ’’twelve0’ shoes I wear. I hope they fit you. To Joan a warning: Do not let little things bother you. To Susie: The position 1 had as President of the student body of Buffalo High School. 14

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We entered the house and Phillip introduced me to his wife. She was very short, plump, and seemed quite jolly--a good match for Phillip! It was getting late, and in spite of Phillip5s invitation to stay all night, I told him I had to be on my way. I thanked him for his hospitality and departed. Last on our list was Mary Piane. My notes said that she was going to be a primary teacher. I looked in various telephone directories, but couldn’t find her residence. Then I went to see her mother, who still lived in Buffalo. She told me that Mary was teaching in the primary grades in a city near the Canadian border and Glacier Park. The only way to reach this place was by airplane. It was time for me to depart to interview Mary. Finally, I arrived at the school- house after a very tiresome tripc I knocked on the door and there appeared a pretty, well-dressed lady who seemed worried about something,, Upon entering the room, I saw the trouble. There was a poor, little boy crying in a corner. Mary explained that this boy had carved his initials on his desk and she had punished him. I asked her how many pupils she had and she told me twenty-five. After school, we went into the teacher age 0 I started questioning her about what had happened since she had left Buffalo. While at college, Mary and a young man in her class had fallen in love and married. But, due to the fact that he was a Navy Captain on active duty in the China Seas, I did not have the pleasure of meeting him. Mary was teaching until he could return. Then they would re-establish their home on the Atlantic Coast. The return trip was filled with pleasant memories of my high school friends. 16