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CLASS Four score and seven years ago . . . no, itcouldn't have been that long, or was it . . . I am still a little groggy from the impact of the falling debris. Anyway it was on this day in 1949 that a terrific explosion shook the suburban city of Donelson and its surround- ing communities. Terrified spectators could not at first determine the origin of this blazing inferno but it was later disclosed that it was caused by a strange solution of acids mixed by the Chemistry Class at Donelson High School. All students were immediately accounted for with the exception of one who was last seen floating away into the blue sky yonder on a cum- ulus cloud caused by the explosion. I take my pen in hand, now, ten years later, to tell you what Isaw on this mysterious planet forl was en- dowed with strange and uncanny powers of observation, Through the mist l could see many cities and I was enchanted with the sight-seeing tour the wierd cloud was taking me on. First, we stopped in Washington, and how strange I felt to be ushered into the White House. There I met Robert Newman who told me he was a body guard to Gene O'Hara. In answer to my question as to what Gene was doing, I learned that he was a Presidential aide. My cloud now propelled me right through the keyhole into the presidential cham- ber where . . . wonder of wonders . . . was seated Millie Hust. Millie had risen to the exalted position of . . . not First Lady of the Land . . . but the first Woman President of the United States. She was en- gaged in conversation with her very learned secretary, Houston Seat, so I didn't stop to talk with her. I was next flown to New York, and by this time I had developed a ravenous appetite. All at once my cloud and I swooped down upon a large Super Market which stretched four blocks. I didn't have any money with me las usualj sol asked to see the proprietor. As he approached me, I was surprised to see that-it was none other than Dickie Gentry. The letter head of this gig- antic chain of markets boasts not only the name of Dickie but also George, Carver as co-owner and partner. I learned ifromiflthese two prosperous business men that Sa.ni--5Bernal- owned a swanky new hair restorer salon, capitalizing on the new popular slogan: A Hair on ,the-.1-Iead,giss Worth Two ,in the Brush . Sam is a walking 'advertisement of his product. .Soon Inoticed a decided change in temperature and I realized that we were passing through Georgia and heading for Miami, Florida and the Orange Bowl. Here an exciting game was being played between the Mud Tavern Mudhens and the Philadelphia Eagles. The Mudhens were winning with their star quarterback Bobby Van Atta scoring the runs, fl mean touchdownsj. I noticed the coach, Thomas Taylor, giving some vital information to another player. High up in the bleachers Mr. and Mrs. M. C. Whitworth. She was the Peggy Padgett. M. C. was trying, in vain, to I spied former explain to Peggy that quarterback does not mean a re- fund on your money. Strange as it may seem,we darted from one sunny climate to another. Now, my cloud was singing me to sleep with that old favorite, I'm California Bound . Folks, Hollywood was simply breathtaking! There I visited the motion picture set where Orlis Turrentine and Mary Lou Ferrel fboth famous now, were doing a picture entitled How to Keep Love Blooming . In- cidentally, they are Mr. and Mrs. now. Their producer and director is none other than our own Billy Richard- son. Busy taking dictation were Barbara Ann Minter and Juanita Luttrell who are Mr. Richardson's right and left hands, respectively. While inHollywood I went to see Estelle Bee. QShe prefers to be called Mrs.Groth.D- Estelle has become well known by publishing that much talked of book My Private Diary. When I arrived at her house, a gay party was in full swing, and there were many cele- brities, including stars from stage, screen, and radio. Among the familiar faceswas Nancy Dickens' who, by the way, is candidate for Miss America of l959 . Dorothy Jordan was also at the party. Dottie's fame resulted from a shrimp. She has concocted a shrimp PRO PHECY coctailrecipe thatis out of this world and it is widely known from Casablanca to Monte Carlo. Billy Hooper was the center of attraction at the party. He had flown to Hollywood from the Ringling Brother's winter play- ground in Florida. In case you didn't know it Billy's name has been added to the Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey Circuit. Among the reporters present was Ruth Pulley, creator of that famous column Getta Gabbo. She was flitting around from person to person trying to get the scoop for the late edition. I read in one of her columns that Nellie Jean Sharpe and Mary Sue Payne were doing a modern version of Our Hearts were Young and Gay . They have just returned from a European tour. One of her recent exclusives was the announcement of both Janie Garvin's and Eva Eakes ' marriages which took place shortly after graduation. Suddenly, I was catapulted away from the party by a brisk and forceful wind and when Iregained my equi- librium, I found we were passing over a beautiful farm. Lazy cattle grazing here and there made me know it was a dairy farm. Soon I could see the sign plainly. It read Dream Cream Dairy . I pleaded with my cloud to stop for a minute. Iknocked on the outer door of the house and who should answer but Marilyn Eakes . . . or, rather, Mrs. William Ezell. Complimenting the attractive bluejeans she was wearing, I learned from Marilyn thatNorma Harper and Rubyelene Hagar had a famous dress shop. Marilyn says she patronizes them often for beautiful cottons,prints, and chambrays. Their dress styles are displayed in Vogue and many other fashion magazines. As Marilyn and I sat down to a soothing glass of milk, I picked up a Life maga- zine. I wasn't surprised to see Douglas Highers' pic- ture on the cover. I-le had become the 1959 Olympic Champ and was now touring the United States with his instructor, Carlton Owen. I asked Marilyn if she had seen Peggy Dodson lately. 'To my surprise she told me that Peggy had dedicated her life to missionary service in deepest, darkest Africa. It seems that Peggy decided that if she couldn't have all the men, she just wouldn't take any. There was another item in the magazine that caught my eye. lt seems that Ruth Bush and her husband have also dedicated their lives to missionary service in the South. The War Bet- ween the States has to be settled sometime. Just at this time my faithful cloud began tugging at me, so I had no choice but to leave. As we floated down the road I noticed a mail box with Will A. Dye and Donald Farris on it. Judging by the large acreage of land, they must be doing scientific farming and on a big scale, too. We were now soaring atan altitude of about 10,000 feet and the territory seemed more familiar. Ibelieve that is Alabama down below, yes, it is. Now, if we take a left turn here, we'll be back in Tennessee. But no . . . we're turning right . . . we must be going back to Florida. This looks like Daytona Beach down below. I coasted down to two figures lying on the beach. They lookfamiliar . . . why, it's Jane McKinney and . . . but itcou1dn't be . . . but, here I am up here . . . wait . . . I am lying there on the beach. I felt silly talking to myself, so I directed my conversation to Jane. She told me that we had come down for a vacation right after graduation and liked it so well we decided to stay. I asked her what maneuvers we were on now and she said we were trying to land two millionaires. Wow! What a future! ! ! Waving goodbye to Jane and me, we turned our faces toward the hills of Tennessee. Perch- ed on one of those hills we saw . . . yes, you guessed it . . . DonelsonHigh School. I was about toparachute from my cloud when I suddenly realized I couldn't leave Cloudy without finding out about Joyce Ragan and Colleen Waddell. Don't tell me they are still at DonelsonHigh. Yes, there they are, I see them sitting on the front steps. So Colleenis trying to pass Amer- ican History still, and Joyce is still waiting for Clif- ford Harrison to get out of school. Well, cheer up, girls, this is only 1959. Sincel've accomplished my purpose . . . tracing the Seniors . . . I guess I'll have to turn my faithful cloud loose, and go and pack my clothes for the trip to Flo- rida. Although I hate to leave 1959, I'll be glad to get back to 1949 and see what's happened while I've been away. 9- . EDNA GRACE NUNLEY
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