Charlotte Technical High School - Technique Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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CLASS PROPHECY Is there one who has not, at one time or another, felt the desire to know the future? I. being no different in this respect from other people, felt this desire come upon me. I wandered upon a hill to be alone while I pondered over the future of my classmates and tried to fathom what was in store for us. As I sat there contemplating, I suddenly beheld a spectacle of light speeding toward me from above. The spectacle drew nearer and revealed itself to be a space ship. While I sat awe-stricken, the space ship landed nearby. There came immediately a fanfare of trumpets as a creature — who was a cross between an old person whose life had been lived and a young person whose future was just beginning — stepped out of the ship. I sat dumbfounded as this creature said to me, ' William Warren Rimmer, you have been chosen to visit the planet Futuria. There you will see yourself and your classmates in the future. The next thing I knew, we were landing upon a field. It was a kind of athletic field. When I climbed out of the ship. I saw a large sign which read, Coach Louis Fatback Kerr ' s Notre Dame Huskies will play Coach Jack Ears Price’s Georgia Tech Steam-rollers this afternoon. November 21, 1954. So Louis ' and Jack’s fine football records had netted them coaching positions in two of the country ' s top colleges. Well. I wondered, what will come next? Upon entering the city 1 saw the McIntyre Theater, owned and operated by none other than W. O. McIntyre. Starring in his great show, It Will Catch Up With You, were Richard King. Martha House, and Midgie Carnes. Richard and Martha were doing a double comedy act. They kept the audience in the aisles. (The aisles were the only way of getting to the door.) Midgie won world wide fame and praise for her rendition of Who Broke the Lock on the Hen House Door? She composed this song after having discovered that three chickens and a pound of laying mash had been stolen. After the show I went outside and found a newly wedded couple, D. R. Martin and Helen Alexander, arguing with Betty Evans, a renowned newspaper columnist, on the subject of The Antiquity of Microbes. The ever helpful Jack Camp, great artist and poem writer, helped them settle their dispute by writing a poem entitled Lines Written on the Antiquity of Microbes. The poem was as follows: Adam Had ’Em. I asked Jack why he had become an artist and a poem writer when he had studied to be a business man. He explained with another poem which read: Hired! Tired! Fired! I left him in his revery because I saw Ben Christen- bury climbing a set of stairs across the street. Ben. who was well-known because of his experiments with electrical motors, was hauling a large electrical motor to the top of a hill to see whether it would run as well on top of the hill as at the bottom He should surely become famous with the outcome of this experiment: he needed no help from me. The thought came upon me to hail an Air Bus, one of the many busses of the Air Bus Line, owned by Myrtle Kelly. Beatrice Flowe, and Dorothy King, wealthy descendants of Doris Duke Cromwell. I wasn ' t surprised at all to see Carroll York taking tokens and Bill Wheatley driving because they had always loved busses. They were very happy because when business was good they were paid well, and right now business was good. The first persons I saw on the bus were Kathryn Howie and Catherine Wright, who were the owners of a chain of Five and Ten stores. They were happily engaged in a conversation with a group of handsome movie stars, who were triyng to become acquainted with them. I turned to look at the other passengers. I saw Virginia McGinnis reprimanding four small children for kicking some passengers on the shins. She said she was happily married, and that her husband, James Taylor, was a captain in the Navy. When .1 asked about some of the other seniors, she said that Pauline Bell and Catherine Borders were spending their vacations in South America. Their secretarial work had been so strenuous that they were taking a rest. Virginia, being now at her stop, left me to ride the next block with L B. Eddins. L. B didn ' t talk much because he was busy. He had become a very wise and famous philosopher, and he was writing a philosophy which began as follows: The trouble with most folks is due not so much to their ignorance as to knowing so many things that aren’t so. I got off at the next stop to keep from showing what I didn’t know. Before me was a large waffle shop named We Cook ’Em, You Eat ' Em. owned by Doris Edwards and Sue Johnson, who were very happy because people were eating more waffles every day. While I was there, I met the famous lawyer. Bill Rimmer. who had drawn up a will for a rich financier He let me read the will after I had promised not to divulge the contents to anyone else. It read: I have nothing. I owe much, the rest I leave to the poor. Gurgling happily over the tidy sum he had received from his client. I left to go over to talk with Myrtle Sikes and Clara Bowers. Myrtle told me that she and Clara had opened an exquisite Women’s Shop, which handled the most chic clothes from Paris. Page Sixteen

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SENIOR SUPERLATIVES Most Sincere Pauline Bell Irvin Douglas Most Dignified Sue Johnston Irvin Douglas Most Mischievous Martha House Richard King Most Studious Pauline Bell Wendell Sloan Most Athletic Catherine Borders D. R. Martin Wittiest Martha House Jack Camp Biggest Bluffs Lula Deese Richard King

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Then Irvin Douglas, the Genius of the Year,” walked in. He told me that his latest discovery was that Pa ' s a sap” reads the same backward as forward. I agreed that Pa was a sap either way you looked at it. Irvin is the Pa of a set of galloping quintuplets. Hearing loud voices coming from the corner, I decided to go over to see what was going on. I found Rose James, Doris Taylor, and Sara Gaither — famous movie stars from Unmount Studios — trying to guess the answer to a riddle written by Alma Simpson, who writes riddles, cross-word puzzles, and short subjects for Stay at Home and Be Happy magazine. The riddle was: What we caught we threw away: what we couldn ' t catch we kept.” We were all stumped by this brain-buster until Nancy Honeycutt, who wrote the famous murder mystery called The Glass Door Knob, told us that the answer was fleas. 1 departed, smarter than ever before, to collide with Pat Moore, the great English expert. Pat told me that he had just coined the world ' s longest word. Lepado-temacho-selach- galeo-kranio-leopcano-drim-hypotrimnaate-silphio - krabo - meloto-katakechymeno-kicke-epikossah- pho-phatto-perister- alektryon-optokep - hallio-kinglo-pepio-lagio- rari-baphe - tragano-ptery - gon. He said. Since this word means something insignificant, I am going to coin a word with a more intellectual aspect.” I left through the back door, hoping to get a meal on the house,” only to find Mary Elizabeth Conder. head of the Girl Reserves and of the Girl Scouts, confronting me. Bibbie con- vinced me that I was doing the wrong thing, so I went through the front and paid my bill. On the street Lula Deese, capable nurse, was administering first aid to a small boy who had stumped his toe. Being quite confident that she could handle the case, 1 walked on I met Tommy Conder, but he told me he was in a hurry. He said that he had just been appointed postmaster of the Monroe Post Office: I excused him as he was a busy man. As 1 passed a radio shop, I paused to listen. Wendell Sloan, the famous sports announcer, was telling of a football game that was to be played. Mount Holly was playing Indian Trail for the football championship of the Hog-Wallah League.” I was well satisfied with Wendell; he was announcing for the largest and most famous radio station in the world. Station ITER, located at Baker’s Crossing. Hearing a newsboy shouting a familiar name. I bought a newspaper to learn of the exploits of one of my classmates. The paper stated that silver- voiced Rub y Drake would appear in a benefit show. The proceeds from this show would go for the benefit of students who had become aged because of so much study and homework. As I glanced through the columns. I saw that Narietta Scott and Joyce Green ffiad opened a Lonely Hearts Club. Narietta ' s job was to look after the money, while Joyce tried to bring together lonely persons who were seeking companionship. My time was getting short, but I had to learn of two more of my classmates, Cathryn Fisher and Betty Belk. A streetcleaner told me that Betty owned a night club called the Happy Hour House,” and that Kathryn was its featured songstress. He said that three men passed out when she sang Hit Me, Jackson, and I ' ll Slap You Back.” Having missed my bus, I thumbed my way back to the field where the ship was going to pick me up. A man gave me a ride, and while I was talking with him, I learned that his name was Mr. Hooks. When I asked him if he was related to Sonny Hooks, whom Kathryn Murray married, he said, I am Sonny, and we now have three children.” Having reached the field, I thanked Mr. Hooks and boarded the plane. Suddenly, I realized that I was on the hill again. Since Technical High seniors had done very well for themselves, I hurried away to put what I had learned on paper. This prophecy will be kept for many years, and when 1954 comes around. I shall see whether these events really happen or whether I have only imagined them. BILL RlMMER, Class Prophet CLASS SONG Tune OF I’ll Walk Alone We ' re leaving you; We ' ve spent the best years of life here together. And it ' s been swell here together. But now we must go along life ' s way. We ll miss you friends. But we are seniors and now we must leave you. Please take care of our old school. It ' s been our pride down through the years. We ll always remember, wherever we are. The fun in days gone by; Football in winter. Our dates and the stars — We ll think of them, and breathe a sigh. The time has come So goodbye, friends, It’s so hard to leave you So long old Tech High School. We’re leaving thee. Betty Lou Evans. Page Seventeen