Chester High School - Reflector Yearbook (Chester, VA)

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noticed a familiar figure in the school yard painstakingly giving exercises to unwilling pupils. Giving vent to my curiosity, I entered the school yard and saw Mary Helen Perkinson. (Maybe she will go to Columbia Univer- sity some day.) After chatting a while, she told me she had a surprise in store and thereby led me into the principal’s office. Seated behind a huge desk was Alvin Hungerford. Well, I’ll say that was a surprise! Alvin informed me that Mabel Terrell and Peggy Hagen were also mem- bers of his faculty. He advised me to stop by the Girl’s Junior College where Julia and Janie Snead were deeply engrossed in drilling French into the heads of poor, misguided, innocent pupils. Bidding Alvin farewell, I strolled into the business district of town. Father Time urged me into a large bank where I was confronted by a type- writer, behind which labored Dorothy Walker. She led me into the office of the president; there I perceived W. J. Moore, dictating a letter to his personal secretary, Betty Roberts. Shortly afterwards, I departed for the movies where Virginia Barden and Thomas Snellings were co-stars in a new musical hit produced by War- ren Cunningham. After thoroughly enjoying the picture, I was brought the “News of the Day” by John Guill Flash! Admiral E. 8. H. Greene leaves on a good will tour of the Americas. Next I was faced by Thomas Bury and Alice Salmon, missionaries who had just returned from South Africa. Robert Powell and his assistant, Margaret Clark, then appeared on the screen, smiling proudly because they had found a device for curing “‘swell-headedness.” A stage show was next on the program. The master of ceremonies was none other than Junior Harper, and in his girl’s quartet I heard the voices of Joyce Floyd, Margaret Perrin, Christine Barden, and Rosie Lee Burnham. Upon leaving the movies, I was confronted by Dorothy Pettway and her group of Girl Scouts. In a garage farther down the street, I dis- covered Gus Stein working industriously on a limousine while Jean Bowery, the successful owner, stood by helplessly. After we had chatted a while, Jean suggested that we go down to the department store while her car was being repaired. Putting action into her words, we paused in front of the store to view the displays. Lo and behold !—Percy Curtis—a window decorator! We next ran the risk of the revolving doors successfully and found ourselves in the midst of a mad scramble. Three clerks, Virginia Eyler, Nellie Gemundt, and Gaynelle Parham, were trying to satisfy, without success as yet, Teresa Pleasants with a new hat. We thought the hats of ’41 were terrible—but these??? For some strange reason, I began to be very thirsty. I found a water fountain and bent over to quench my thirst—at that instant, I became aware of the fact that water was pouring all over my face! I sat up and looked around. Why, I wasn’t in a department store after all! Here I was under the same tree where I had sat down to rest, and the rain was pouring! So it was alla dream! With these thoughts in my mind, I wearily trudged down the path in the rain—homeward bound. MARY SUE PALMER GORDON MILES