Corder High School - Blue Jay Yearbook (Corder, MO)

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Last Will and Testament K Continued! To Delpha Tieman, I leave my ability to make a mad rush to the bus after discovering that oversleeping is not a good policy. We, the 1947 Seniors of C. H. S. do assign the above bequests to the aforesaid persons to have and to hold forever. Signed, published and declared by the above named as their last Will and testament. WHEN THE CLOUDS ROLL BY 1947 Senior Class Prophecy for May, 20, 1958 As we sit in our Old-Fashioned Garden, thinking of the days to come, there is a flash of lightning and a loud clap of thunder, and we see a magic carpet of beautiful flowers gently floating towards us. Shell we all hop on and take a little cruise up to the clouds? Off we go into the wild blue yonder, riding high into the sky. Well, here are eight little clouds in a row. Let's go a little closer and see who they are. Allacadabral Carpet, turn left. Here we are! Well! Look who's here, the Senior Class of 1947. On this first cloud, there's the cutest little house you've ever seenl That person standing in the doorway looks familiar. Why, it's Helen Boswell! She's motioning to us to come in. From the living room comes the music of South America, Take It Away. Mmmmmrnl ls that chili we smell? Here in the dining room are Helen's three pretty little children, Butch, Junior, and Helen, eating some of mother's delicious chili. Why, thank you, Helen We'd love to have dinner with you. Sa-a-a-a-y! You certainly know how to make chili. What are those things in that cabinet there? Oh, those are your souvenirs from your trip around the world. How interesting! Thanks for the lovely dinner, Helen, but we really must be shoving off. Good luck! As we wave good-bye to Helen on the first cloud, we pull up to a pretty pink cloud. On the front porch of this happy little home we see two little boys, Wearing red sweaters with white D's on them. This must be where Claudine Howell lives. Let's go visit her. In the kitchen we find Claudine behind her own private soda fountain happily humming Rumours Are Flying and mixing cherry milk-shakes like mad. We see she's certainly been successful. We'd better be leaving now, Claudine, if we're going to visit all the Senior Class.

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When The Clouds Roll By fContinuedD Let's all sing like the birdies sing as we wing along to the next cloud. On this cloud is a big city. From a window in the tallest skyscraper there's someone signaling to us. Get out your binoculars and see who it is. Why, it looks like-- well it is! Ruth Limback! Wonder what she's doing up there? The best way to find out is to go up and see for ourselves. Up---up---and awayl. Through the Window We go and land gently in a large office. The receptionist walks toward us and We FGCOSTHZG our old school pal, Ruth. My, isn't she attractive! l'll bet she makes a good receptionist. Ruth, wnat's that in that package? Ham sandwiches? Oh, boy! Time out for a sandwich. We're glad We SHW YOU, Ruth, but time is passing and we'd better be taking off. Allacadabra! Sailing! Sailing! Off we go again. On this next cloud, there's only one building and it's so tall we can't see the top even if we use our binoculars. But We can see the huge sign on the front door that says, NPAYNE FARM BUREAU OF AMERICA-- CHLOE PAYNE, PRESIDENT. Could that be the Chloe Payne we went to high school with? Could be! I guess we'll have to satisfy our curiosity. So--in we go. Be careful and don't get lost in these revolving doors. Let's ask the elevator man to take us to the president's office. Hubba-hubba! What a snazzy office. It's re- boberfull A big executive like Chloe is usually pretty busy, but she'1l take time to see old friends. Wonder who this plump woman is who's coming toward us? No! It can't bel But it is--it's Chloe. Looks as if she's been eating too many apple pies lately. Now she's motioning to us to come with her. Oh, this is her private office. This doesn't look like an office. This looks like a recreation room! She has her own ping-pong table, a private projector, and a radio-phonograph in this room. Let's look through these records and see what kind of music she likes. Why, there's nothing but Why Does It Get So Late So Early here. We might as well play it since there's nothing else here. Oh, look at that big dog. St. Bernard, isn't it, Chloe? It seems that Chloe has never married because the only one she has ever loved is this big St. Bernard dog of hers. Oh, look how much paper We've used on you, Chloe. We really must be leaving. Bye now! What a happy woman. It's quite a hop to the next cloud, where we find our old friend, Doris Petty, busy and happy. She has a nursery here on this cloud where she keeps dozens and dozens of little boys and girls. Doris, may we see all your little boys and girls? Doris says it's just time for the little tots' music lesson. Let's go in and be the audience for awhile. My, there must be hundreds of children here. Here's the musicg let's listen. Well of all things, she's teaching them The Blue and White! Stand up, everybody. Sorry, Doris, we can't stay and eat lemon pie with you and your husband, Sunset Carson, much as we'd like to see our old friend. So long, and good luck, Doris, Allacadabra, Open Sesame and all that sort of magic--we're off! With a skip and a hop we're off to see our next Senior friend. Whoa! Who's that speeding down the avenue? My goodness, that's Jewell Marie Pregge! Look at her go! She honks her horn at all the good-looking men on the street. Oh-oh! She ran into another car. I'll bet she's firing mad now. Look at her argue with that man. Looks as if she's winning, too, for he's handing her some bills and driving off. Now let's follow Jewell and see where' she's going. She's driving up on