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

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Class Prophecy Hi, Students 1 This is Mr. Jay of Corder High School who is stopping to chat a bit with you. As I sit on the belfry tower of the school preening my feathers, I begin to recall some of the classaa oi tne past. Excuse me if I get mixed up or repeat myself—you see, I am not as young as I used to be. Why I was here when the class of 55 graduated My, that seems long ago—ten years in fact. Early last spring while I was on a trip east as a delegate to' Oird convention for the election of the new Jay Bird president, I visited the members of this class. Since the convention was being held in New York I happened to run into Lorraine Rose who is now editor of the New York Times. She invited me up to her tenth floor office to visit with her. While I sat on her desk, she told me how happy she was and how her newspaper career had started in Corder. She also told me that Anna Belle Limback is in New York too. She works as a hostess in the dining area of the Stork Club. When I heard that I flew right over. For some reason they wouldn t let me in at the door but I flew around to a window and sat there winking at her until I caught her eye. She was so busy seeing that all the celebrities were being served that I thought I would never get to visit with her Although our visit was brief, I gathered all the news about the famous people and decided Anna Belle had a very colorful career After attending the convention, I decided to take one more fly around New York sight seeing and take some pictures with my Brownie Camera to show to the other Jays at home. In order to get a good bird s eye view of the city, I decided to perch on a ledge of a very stately looking building. I was all settled to take a good picture when I heard loud voices behind me. I peered through the window and saw a portly young man with a mustache. There was a crack in the window so I did a little eavesdropping and heard someone say that is not the way we do things in Corder . Upon hearing Corder mentioned, I put my ear so close to the cracK in the window that I got it caught and it hurt so bad I began to squawk. Thank goodness someone came to the window ectl rescuea me. As I looked up to thank that somebody. I found it was Norman Geotz. We talked for some time and I inquired what he was doing in New York. He told me he Wa8 WOrlcl!?g on international prQblems. The matter under discussion was whether Mt. Fujiyama should be addressed as Mr. or Mrs. As I had many oener places to see, I had only a brief visit with Norman. I was Just getting in gear to really leave New York when I spied a poster with a familiar face on it. I looked oser and I was sure it was Albert Cole, but the name said. Adorable Albert, the Bearded ’Wrestler. I was so sure it was Albert Cole of Corder that I decided to attend the championship bout in Madison Square Garden and I found that it was him. When he appeared in the It »I had t0 leave at tha «ne of the first fall but I m sure hp-won. At least I satis- fied my curiosity.