Grant Union High School - Prospector Yearbook (John Day, OR)

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CLASS PROPHECY I was sitting in my easy chair. It was a sunny afternoon, and a fly was buzzing lazily around my nose. My head sank lower and lower and my eyelids dropped. Suddenly I found myself In an airplane, speeding through the air at the breath-taking rate of five hundred miles an hour. To my intense surprise I noticed that Chet Parmer, an old school-mate of mine was at the con- trols Before I could say anything the plane swooped straight down to the ground. Dizzy and shaken I climbed out and found myself face to face with Bob Reams, who, armed with a huge monkey-wrench, was proceeding to dissect the plane from which I had lust a- lighted. Then, I saw a little man beside me who I recognized as George Breedlove. He invited me to his night club for dinner I accepted, and we stepped into his Model T Ford and sped away. When we arrived, my astonished gaze alighted upon two girls who were doing an animated fan and baloon dance. The girls were June Keerins and Alice Kirkpatrick. A man in the audience was asking them for their autographs. I saw that Ralph Schimke was up to his old tricks. Thon, the scene changed and I found my- self in a strange place amid a noise that could only come from a mad house. And that was what it was. The girl at the telephone switchboard, whom I recognized as Virginia Cresap, was very busy trying to convince a man that he was not Napoleon. To my surprise I saw that this man was another classmate of mine. Max Moery, for whom I had always felt the highest esteem.

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The insane asylum faded and I found my- self in Washington, where I was having lunch with Bill Southworth, a prominent member of the House of Representatives, who was sche- duled to run for President in I960, His secretaries, Florence Kirkwood and La Velle Burnett, were always beside him, taking notes of his colossal ideas Then, to my chagrin. Bill, his secre- taries, and the lunch all faded away and in a moment I found myself in a quiet street of a little village. Two old maids were gossip- ing over a fense, I drew near and listened to what they were saying. They were talking excitedly about Frances Everett and a pro- minent business man of the community, who were to be married soon I learned from their talk that Frances was a noted movie queen, who was famous for her breech of promise suits Then their conversation shifted to Zoe Harryman, who was married and had six fine sons. She was apparently a fine housewife and successful mother When the discussions of the old m lds became uninteresting, I strolled on down the street and found myself in front of a news- paper office, I started to walk in and at the door I bumped squarely into a huge fat man who threatened to bash me in the kisser unless I got out of his way. I recognized Louis Round at once. I pacified him as best I could and drew him into conversation about himself. He told me with no small degree of pride that he was a professional gambler who had never lost a card game, I noticed, how- ever, that his very fat and very florid face bore the marks of many battles, presumably with his clients. Bidding him good-bye, I re-entered the newspaper office and found that its managers