Edwards Central School - Hornet Yearbook (Edwards, NY)

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k. , ( gt ) V ling headlines in the N«kw York Times ------ SPACE SHIPS LEAVE FOR MARS and underneath this,large picture of the crew. There staring rne in the face, was Qorene Phelps., stewardess. Presently Marcha was at liberty and we talked over old times. I asked her if she ever heard what became of Betty Baldlck and some of the others. She said she had just received tickets from Betty for her audition at the theater. Betty was singing star in the new hit comedy. Charlie, it seems, was a hairdresser of extraord- inary talent with a very modern place on Fifth Avenue, well patronized by ladies of means. Marcha asked about Mary Hall and I couldn't help but remember the incident when I was in need of expert legal advice in regard to my government duties. It was in a large city in Austria where by chance I discovered that the great lawyer M.J. Hall, had American connections. I went to him for advice, You can't imagine my astonishment when I walked into the office of the great M.J. and saw Mary Jane '-fall. With- out question my problems were straightened out. Upon returning to my hotel that evening I found among my mail a letter from Olive Ann uosmer, telling me of her family. She eloped a number of years ago with

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Journey before I recognized, ray old schoolmate, Lois Finley. It was only last year that I was in South Africa walking through the streets in a squalid town. Amid the hustle and bustle there was one person in particular that attracted my attention. I watched closely as he got down from his mule, unloaded his pack and went into a store. It came to me that I had seen this person before, so I was determined to get a look at his face, and decided to follow him. As I entered the store, to my amazement, it was Wally Hurley, Just coming out. Twenty years of prospecting for diamonds had made Wally a multi-millionaire. As i think it over now, I often wonder what became of the station wagon and why he was riding the mule. I finally arrived in New York City and decided to have my portrait painted by the famous Dunberlusky. When I entered the artist's studio, I found him busily painting a tall, slim girl whom I Immediately recognized as Marsha Watson. As I watcked the picture develop I realized that he was making before and after advertise ments for ironized yeast. While waiting for my appointment I noticed start-

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a Mr Bean, a biologist. The three little Beans are now doing well on Quiz Programs in Toronto. I don't believe that I have to tell any of you what Melvin Hovey is doing. Most of you see him daily at 4:30 P.M. on your radio-television sets, as an auctioneer of race horses. It has been great being back in Edwards seeing famil ar faces and recalling fond memories. I often wonder how many of us ever realized back in 194-7 how we would be separated and scattered to all parts of the world. CLASS POEM We have come to the end of our high school days, We can smile at the fun we have had But this is the parting of the ways. And we cannot help but feel sad. We know that the path will not all be flowers, That we travel along through life. So let's not forget these carefree hours Nor our friends in life's storms and strife. In the many, many years to come Our memories we'll ere hold dear. And never forget all the Joy and fun Our friends we'll ere hold dear.