Gotebo High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Gotebo, OK)

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Class Prophecy (Continued) those fair and radiant beings who were once my classmates now changed and transformed into citizens of the world outside, even as they had long hoped so to be. And it came to pass that the veil before mine eyes grew yet more and more thin throught the intensity of my vision, and behold 1 could see them, even as if the intervening years were not at all. 1 could see our beloved President; yea; even as today, I could see him in all his dignity and majestic bearing, and his words were heeded by that day and generation even as we today of the Class of 1948 have heeded and attended unto them; for his ambition had led him ever upward and on- ward until he was even the Governor of this, his very own and native state. And it came to pass that I also looked into professional circles, and in a large office among many men of many minds sat a prosperous lawyer, the boy who in our High School days had not yet learned to lie. Nay, not even on the right side would Orlando say a word that could be untruly inter- preted. Thus are the mighty brought to lower planes.' And behold as I passed the John Hopkins hospital upon whose door was inscribed, We dress the wounds and God heals them. I saw Jolyne Penn an angel of mercy walking down the dimly lighted corridor. And I also happened to find myself on the inside of a large cathedral where a stately priest in his robes of dignity poured forth words of inspired instruction. Verily, it was Billy Miller himself, who had thus entered into the work of the church. Gazing over the skyscrapers in the great metropolis I could see Rollins Construction Co. in neon lights 6 ft. high and knew then that he was destined to become a chip off the old block. At it came to pass, while I pondered these things in my heart, the door of a home swung open before my vision, and I found therein a household made happy by a wife and mother who had found her: greatest ambition inthe highest of all worldly vocations--the maker and keeper of the home, verily was my soul rejoiced thereat as I gazed my last upon Ola Bee and followed my Spirit of Prophecy further on its quest of the Things To Be. Getting tired and thirsty and seeing a comfortable cottage 1 visioned I could see Colleen Ellis and her 3 children listening to the radio and remem- bering the old Speech Class of the year of 1948 when she had previously heard Chester who was now a great comedian having taken Bob Hopes place and very capable for he was bald-headed too. And it came to pass, even as I watched the home lights die away, that sweet strains of music held my soul entranced by the beauty and perfection of their harmonies, and as I looked about to know whence they came, behold I did find, even as the queen of the world's music, the same one who had so often played the marches for us in High School, Betty Jo, and I felt myself

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Class Prophecy (Continued) falling into line and keeping step with her martial airs. And as I visioned an unusual car flying low I recognized the driver as being Walter Linstead. It seems he was trying out nontip, rubber-fendered (to prevent dents) cars for Earl Gibson who was inventing them, at an enormous profit. It is a pity he couldn’t have invented them in his high school days. Again my vision changed to the shape of an old man who finally proved to be Mr. Dacus who was now United States Senator from Oklahoma. He was dictating to Roma Lee Shipman his secretary. And behold a change came over the spirit of my dream, and I felt within my heart a strange burning desire to see my old chums, Reta Jane and Anna Mae, till the Spirit of Prophecy, responding to my unspoken wish, conducted me to a bachelor girl apartment in a large foreign city where the two sat by a large fireplace, talking of the past. Reta Jane, now a famous violinist, was calling forth sweet strains from her polished instrument, while Tootsie danced a jig in delightful time to the music, her figure swaying from side to side at the appeal of the fantastic air. Verily, was my heart stirred within me as I saw the vacant chair and noted their frequent anxious glances toward the doorway for the coming of their prophetess to complete the charm- ed circle. And verily, as I beheld this scene and marvelled thereat, thingking Aye, even so shall it straightway come, to pass with each and all of us, lo, the strains of music died away, the veil was drawn over mine eyes, shutt- ing out from my vision the Things To Be, and I turned mine eyes back to the Things That Are, sure that as Coming events cast their shadows before,” only goodness and truth and prosperity shall follow all the days that are to come to the fair and talented members of the Class of 1948. SENIOR CLASS HISTORY The history of the class of 1948 is so dramatic and colorful that it resembles a play--one of those modern plays that so skillfully disregard all the rules of the drama. With your kind permission, I, as dramatic critic of the Senior Class will review the play called The Class of 1948” in an absolutely unbiased manner. This is a play in four acts, with three all too brief intermissions. The play was written by the actors as they played their parts under the dir- ection of Mr. Dacus our Superintendent, and a band of capable assistants better known as the faculty. It is produced by the Board of Educaion with the co-operation of the taxpayers and is given by an all-star cast. As all appear at the same time we shall give their names in alphabetical order, A. J. DeBow, Eugene Goff, Orlando Krause, Walter Linstead, William Miller, Archie McCurdy, Floyd Parks, Marion Rollins, Chester Schmidt, John David Shaw, James Lee, Jack Ward, Colleen Anderson, Anna Mae Elledge, Betty Jo Geis, Pauline Hand, Betty Lou Huckalby, Jolyne Pann, Roma Lee Shipman, Wanda June Suggs, Winona Ward, and Reta Jane Hulett.