Drummond High School - Drummonda Yearbook (Drummond, MT)

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If. lit tilt. (2 144 fi tecu While on my way to Shanghai, China, on a business trip, I chanced to stop in the thriving metropolis of Drummond, Montana. I was strolling down Fifth Avenue, when I noticed a large neon sign above a thirteen story skyscraper: Madam Doro- thea, Fortunes Told; Pasts and Futures Revealed. Well,” I thought, here’s a chance to find out what has happened to the class of 1950. As I entered, I was greeted, to my surprise, by Dorothay Hickox, who was Madam Dorothea. At my request to see the class of ’50 she bade me to sit across from her at a small table. After I was seated, she plunged the room into darkness. In approxi- mately a minute, through the darkness a luminous cloud appeared. A mist rose from the cloud and gradually changed into a scene--the senate building in Washington, D. C. The central figure was Wilma Enman. Wilma, or rather Senator Enman, was making a speech to Congress on Un-American activi- ties. Apparently when she was a Senior in dear old D.H.S. she got a desire to give the stuffy old Senate building a woman’s touch; so she took up law at Yale and then worked her way up in the political field. After Senator Enman faded away, another form appeared. Yes, it was Mary Alice Norris. Before her was a microphone and she was reading rapidly from page after page of a script. Mary had gone to Hollywood immediately after graduating and had struck it rich. She won three Academy Awards and was offered a $300, 000 contract by M.G.M. but she turned, it down-for a chance to take Hedda Hopper’s place, reporting the gossip of the movie capital. This job pays less than her con- tract would have; it’s rumored that she gets only $100,000 a year. But then Mary always did like to talk. The next scene was a large prosperous looking country home on the outskirts of Drummond. There resides Mary Buchanan, famous author and homemaker. Al- though she is happily married and has five children, she still finds time to dash off a thousand words on her current novel, Gone With the Storm’’ and to produce in the Drummond Herald”, a daily column My Seconds”. As we leave Mary she is pounding on her typewriter to finish the last chapter before dinner. Suddenly the whole cloud changed, and there appeared a vast arena in a distant city. It was no less than Madison Square Garden in New York. Down the aisle,