De Veaux High School - Chevron Yearbook (Niagara Falls, NY)

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Thz'rty-j'aur CLASS PBDPHECY JUNE 19, 1970! SIR, PVT. LAUROESCH desires permission to speak to !-. He got no farther, for, in view of our old school friendship, I ordered him to relax and stand at ease. At first he did not recognize me. No doubt the 3 stars gleaming on my shoulder straps confused him, but presently he realized to whom he was speaking and told me Why he had sought an interview with so important a person as yours truly, Lt. General R. C. Heinze. I looked at the strange apparatus Lauroesch had placed nearby on the table and wondered if it would work. Only one way to find outl. Pvt. Lauroesch flicked the switch and we eagerly peered into the viewplate. First swaying palm trees and sparkling blue-green waves breaking upon a beach of shining yellow sand met our view. A small platoon of infantry was plodding along the beach with Lt. Ernest Feher in charge. At the tail end of the motley crew Sgt. Meredith loped along. Needless to say a goodly CU crowd of grass-skirted Polynesian beauties followed the irresistable CU combination, but Pvt. Lauroesch and I, breathing a silent prayer for the dusky members of the weaker sex, passed on to the next scene. Our startled gaze fell upon a very amazing scene. A handsome crimson- haired major, whose wiry locks in days of yore had ruined many a pair of stainless steel barbers shears, hurtled through space in a P-59 on the tail of 6 or 7 Zeros. The Zeros exploded and Maj or Watt, with but a cursory glance in their direction, sped on into the distance. The next scene to appear before our eyes was the company street of a southern army camp. In the middle of the street a perspiring exasperated corporal was vainly trying to teach 2 very awkward rookies the fundamentals of drill. The tall fellow with the curly blond hair couldntt seem to execute about face correctly. This was apparently due to the fact that he had once been cadet captain at some obscure military school and never had had occasion to make use of that particular movement. He also protested the fact that all good privates were expected to attend prayers at least 3 times a week. His companion, who at one time had been lst sergeant at some pseudo-military school, was smoking a big black Cigar and insisted upon addressing Corporal Chudy as Hey, you in a Connecticut accent. We were so amazed at the next scene that we had to look twice before we could believe our eyes. 80 it was true after all. There he wasl Captain Thomas

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IDWER SCHHHL AT the present stage of your lives, your interest is held more by airplanes, blowing bugles and learning the rudiments of games than by your academic work, all of which is natural. Indulge in all outside activities possible without neglecting school work for an early knowledge of likes and dislikes in extracur- ricular activities will pay dividends in time saved later. Enjoy every moment ofyour face time for as you grow older and advance in school you will find many hitherto open opportunities no longer available. The studies which you now toil over are essential in that a comprehensive understanding of your work now will make your later subjects much easier. Don,t fail to do your duty now and regret it later. We hope that you all realize what is ahead ofyou and the numerous difficulties which will undoubtedly confront you. We have been through those years and have solved those problems. We offer you the solutions. Heed our advice and we are sure you too, like us, will feel, on the culmination of your school life, that you are prepared to meet what lies ahead. Take it, use it, it is the least we can do for the future leaders of our Alma Mater. BACK ROW: PRICE, WADSWORTH, MACBRIEN, MANZEL, IRVIN, MATsoN, BURHYTE, GLOSSER, PETTiT. MIDDLE ROW: ENDRES, R., WILLIAMS, H., GARRETSON, SWARTOUT, HUDSON, SPRY, SNEED, SHELDON, HEIL, KNOX, N. FRONT Row: JONES, JOHNSON, R., TUCKER, STEBBINS, E, MR. GILLET, HOSLER, GATES, FLAHERTY, SPONHOLZ. Thirly-thrce

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Tefft, instructing a Class at his Alma Mater in the rudiments of'tPIain Geometry and serving as commandant as well. At first I wondered why he wasnit on active duty and then remembered that he had been wounded in combat. A VVAAC 5rd officer had knocked 2 of his teeth out. By this time the machine seemed to be wearing out. At first it appeared to have broken down for a character attired in a yellow sports coat, purple slacks, violet shirt, mauve socks, and tan shoes stood before our eyes in the viewplate. At first we couldn't imagine who he was but when we saw a ,40 Oldsmobile, a twisted and charred wreck in the gutter nearby, we knew that it was Hoot Ortt, speed demon and erstwhile photographer. Hoot was arguing with a queer looking character, who, although he was a 2nd Lieutenant in the Marine Corps tthe Marine Corps was evidently hard up for officersi, had a distinct air of the barnyard about him. Yes indeed. It was the farmer himself. Carl was trying to tell Bill that Jeannie was much prettier than a girl friend of Bills. In order to refute Carlis claim Hoot produced a snapshot of the lucky CU woman but as it was overexposed and underdeveloped tthe printenot the girD nothing was settled. We left the quarreling pair to gaze at the interior ofa church where a wedding had just been solemnized. A whisper from a pew in the rear of the church in- formed us that Mrs. Reid's little boy, Billie, was the victim. The happy couple made a pretty picture framed under the crossed broom handles of Pvt. Reid's fellow yardbirds. Bill was wearing a khaki creation, the latest thing in Washington, and his bride wore a wedding dress made of some new fabric which closely resembled burlap. In fact the strange letters PtOtTtAtTtOtEtS were apparently embroidered across the front of the gown. Hardly had we sated our gaze upon this vision of loveliness CD when the ocean appeared and an American cruiser hove into sight. On the bridge a familiar figure was pacing back and forth conferring with his stafiF officers. It was none other than Captain Dickerson and Lt. Commanders Ansteth and Gallahue meditating as to what they should have done to 5 rebellious seamen, viz: Art Johnson, Bob Cowdrick, and Dean Drew. We could hear Capt. Dickerson as he sealed the fate of the luckless trio, HI tell you Commander, the only thing wrong with those birds is that they dont appreciate good food. Back in Tennessee we never feed our slaves. Take them to the torture chambers and tell the officer in charge to put them on a tDeVoe Dietf They,ll starve in a month. I turned off the machine. To think some people could sink so low as to torture their men like that. Pvt. Lauroesch certainly could be thankful that I didntt treat my men that way, thought I, as I took the whip down from its rack, began to beat him severely. I had had a busy day and needed relaxation. R. C. H. Thirty-fue