Cullom High School - Cullog Yearbook (Cullom, IL)

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Jwhile following my usual summer itinerary, I decided it would K Qu fxzf y Xlfnflfff .ff ' ,- 1 -i a Gb, jf U ?4gWf C ' ' 'X X Q -x f f f X oi. I, -S c '.ZDi'X g ff , fd 1 f 'id i ,ff . ff f X w ,Q r fx an W k f f y Q ff! 'vfff N,KQbSa pZ7g,f QFNX ?ZqNNfy!6' XG be fun to check up on my old high school classmates. The prospect of renewing old acquaintances would beta welcome relief from the monotony of my constant travels. As my train neared a tunnel somewhere in the mountain region in the eastern part of the Un ted States, I decided it would be best to expose myself to the train conductor or engineer rather than risk death on top of the engine which was going to clear the tunnel's upper wall only by inches. As I climbed down from my perch on top of the engine, I sud- denly realized that the engineer was a woman, probably the first woman engineer of a big locomotive. She certainly added a femi- nine touch to the train. After engineer Jean Donley and I chatted about the good old days in high school, she used her priority to secure larger and more comfortable accommodations on the train for meg 1 . , ' i Upon arrival at the pullman car, the first person to speak to me was a colored person whose features were similiar to Ronald Haberkorn's. lt was Ronald all rightg he had colored himself with charcoal to get a job as a porter. - ,, . As I was hungry, I started toward the dining car. Someone asked me to adjust her seat for her and then she handed me a five- dollar bill, 'I later learned that Lois Ann Tinker had fallen heir to the Johnson'Wax Company and was now very wealthy. ,

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In titness whereof, We the Class of 19511, the testators a n have to this will, set our hands and seal thisif th day of May in the year one thousand nine hundred and fifty- our. Nj ' ' I Q.. iff b QKYLUIA! 6 Iarjlgiwfra V' . ef' f' Q Ax e, 42. if g4W,.b, UQQLZJ t fl, MVQS6. O ,. UA ' MV W 6+,,,,v DM ff 4, p 1 , Q rua 4 ,il-cr . 1 f?'fg'f3iQi V. .7?0'7J0!!s1 I 3211! 'Crigtbjr Q.. ' ' 1-.pf 1 5 ry C: ,G 'eff ' K Q .Y, I I 'dd ' '14-Ja' . ' K I A QJGJA i 01' 'I d ifffhw? Je., M A j I if Q cf! L I.. y5wkej 4 i7CMy4 lviigiio N This instrument, we on the day of the date thereof signed published, and declared by the said testetors and 195lL Senior Class to be their last will and Testament, in presence of us who at their request have subscribed our names thereto as witnesses, in their presence and in the presence of each otherg and we fur- ther certify that we verily believe that at the time of executing the same the said testators were of sound mind and memory. A ,e 52. 3g.E'Fitness itness 5' '.J ' . , , ,L 'Lt Q My ,fitness , .,- 47, .jk4LJW1'l'f1'1eSS

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I passed through the circus car and I noticed that the fat woman grinned at me. Looking again, I realized that it was Rita Clark, who had sacrificed her figure to make a quick million. While I was eating and looking out the window, I saw an enor- mous sign which read, WNOW IN PERSON---GERALD HARMS GIVING H S LECTURES ON INTRA-SPACE TRAVEL.W I stopped off to give him some pointers, surrendering my accommodations on the train by doing so On the pictures I saw that the first Miss Universe, who was a resident of the moon, was another of my classmates, namely Rita Sadler. It was hard to catch a fast freight in such a small Eastern town, so I decided to talk to a junkman who was collecting junk from the junkyard. I was astonished to find it was Jack Dutton, who was doing a thriving business. Jack told me to go to a nearby town where Roger Corkill was running a used car lot, selling the cars his wife had worn out. Roger told me Holland Read had become a millionaire selling a type of yeast which allowed a person to make donuts without cutting holes in them. He didn't tell me his major secrets for fear that I would compete with him. I was going to hitch-hike to Chicago when I noticed a train pulled up to a siding- I hopped the freight and found a comfort- able spot on the surface of a cattle car, where I found a fellow hobo. I asked him for the details of the train and found that cousin Paul knew the best spots of the train nearly as well as I. We were going over a small lake when the train inspector spotted us. In order to conceal our idenity and keep from hurt- ing our reputation, we ju ped into the river. Realizing the shore was nearly 100-yards away, we swam toward a small rowboat occupied by a sleeping fisherman. We were utterly astounded to see Scotty spending his 365 leisure days of this leqa year fishing and sleeping. Taking us ashore he pointed out the house of Virgil Roche,th Secretary of the U. N., who had built himself a secluded shack in this territory. We remembered him as a great outdoor man when in high-school.