Burlington High School - Arrowhead Yearbook (Burlington, MA)

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Class Prophecy The present day is a fast changing one which is ever turning out new, sometimes fantastic inventions. Naturally, living in an era when A-bombs and airplanes have outmoded those of lesser caliber, produces many prob- lems. One of those problems, a most difficult one, is the fact that most persons’ imaginations are literally sent reeling into space. Being in a sound state of mind at the outset, my friend and I wandered into the “dream” room of one of our larger universities and found a journey we could take together. Such a journey it was!! Having waked in a huge space ship we were informed by stewardess Nan Blenkhorn that the banner on top of our ship read, ‘Luna or Bust.” When we heard this, we prayed for the peanut butter sandwiches we had eaten before our siesta, to wake us up. But the inevitable happened, and we kept on a fixed course to the Moon. Suddenly, the husky voice of fellow traveler Ruth Snodgrass broke the silence with, ‘Fasten your safety belts for a landing. We're only five hundred miles away.” Within a blink of an eyelash, we settled on Lunar Airport, just a few hun- dred miles from Planetarium, the capital city. As we boarded the bus to the capital, we remarked about the efficient drivers we were having on our trip. To add to our feeling of comfort and safe- ty, we discovered Betty DeRosa in the operator's seat and Anne Mahoney as change collector. This being our initial trip to the outer spacial regions, we decided to make the purpose of our travels a sight-seeing tour. After a journey of about twenty minutes, our bus halted in front of a build- ing more wondrous than any we'd seen. A first glimpse of this architectural beauty revealed to us that this was the city hall of Planetarium. We com- menced riding up the escalator to the front door. Here we were greeted by His Honor, Mayor Charles Taylor, who introduced us to his personal secretary and guide Miss Edith Patch. Assuring us that it would be all right for us to call her Edie’, Miss Patch beckoned us to view the hall of statues. The first luminary to catch our eye was one Francis Augustus Colley, who according to legend was born and died on Simond’s Park gridiron. ‘’Edie’’ pointed out statues of the first three humans to land on the moon; namely Kay Rogers, Janice Mit- chell, and Bill Garibotto. Headed by Captain Garibotto from Italia, this trio accomplished space-wide recognition. Many poems have been written about this famous threesome, but one, scribed by Poet Laureate Elizabeth Pattison, which tends to linger in the memories of many, goes thusly: From the depths of earth they did arise, To become illuminated in history's wake. Jan, Bill, and Kay did tour the skies, And discovered moon, for heaven's sake!” At the end of the hall was a plaque in honor of underiaker Joseph Warnas, which was inscribed, ‘How low can you get?” My friend and I needed living quarters for the duration of our stay, so we went to make the necessary arrangements.