Grantsville High School - Arch Yearbook (Grantsville, MD)

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CLASS PROPHECY Classmates, friends so dear; since the day we were elected prophets of the Class of 1949, we have spent many eager, weary, fruitless hours in searching for some inkling of what is to be, some power to prophesy the future of our classmates. How often we have crept from our bed at midnight and strolled through the dark streets of Granstville, hoping against hope that a bird of wisdom might utter s0me word of prophecy. All of this searching, however, was in vain, and we find ourselves tonight ap- pearing before you unprepared. As a last resort, we rushed to the Holmes and Wallace Studio, and lo? we found a cracked looking glass which gave us a glimpse into the future. What is this we see? An operating room, heavy with anesthetic! The doctors and nurses wait in silence. The suspense is appalling. The head nurse opens a door noiselessly, nods to someone outside and is announcing in a low whisper, ‘‘The patient will live.’ We recognize our old classmates, Mary Jane Emory as the great surgeon and another classmate, Nancy Campbell. Next, the cheery atmosphere of a little cottage in the country. We see six chil- dren gathered round their mother. And were we surprised: An old friend, Marilyn Jones. And who is the man coming down the walk? Why, it’s Delford Crowe’ But the scene has changed to a boxing ring in Baltimore. There is the famous middleweight champion, Robert Colgan, our old pal. Look: What comes next? We see a teacher before a group of high school students who are all sitting before typewriters trying to hit the right keys with the right fingers. As the teacher goes among the students telling them what to do,,we recognize her as Juanita Arbogast. The next picture that appears before us is a law office. There, a divorce case is brought before the judge. With the deftness the judge uses in the case, we know he is the one and only Donald Glotfelty. What is this we see? A wide expanse of waters, whose turbulent waves rise and fall with a wild and furious roar! What bark glides so fearlessly o’er the sea? It nears? Who can be the pilot who successfully guides the ship over these stormy billows? I see him at the helm. Can it be--it is--Harry Durst’ Gone so suddenly? A busy street, full of honking cars and people. Look, there goes a taxi: And on its side is painted, ‘‘Pete and Charley’s Cab Service.’ The names sound familiar, but, of course, it couldn't be. But, look’? The driver is Anthony Drees and his companion is Charles Caton. Intense heat, but a nice breeze as we drive along. We see acres of flowers and ferns. How lovely! This turn in the drive reveals the home of the florist, a white marble masion, a perfect setting for the flowers. We are fortunate, for the hostess is just saying a pleasant good-bye to some of her friends. Her golden hair, her blue eyes show her to be the flower of flowers, Violet Durr. 20

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May 19, 1948 Dear Diary: This was a night to remember. The Junior-Senior Prom was held in the gym which was decorated in aqua and silver, the Senior Class colors. Raising the money and arranging for entertainment, decorations and other things were big pro- blems for us, but we all agree that it was well worth it. May 26, 1948 Dear Diary: The operetta, ‘Tulip Time’’, which the music department has been working on was a very successful performance of which we are proud. June 10, 1948 Dear Diary: Here we are on the night of our annual Commencement. How solumn the Seniors looked as they marched in, double file, to receive their diplomas. September 8, 1948 Dear Diary: School began today as the Class of '49 sauntered proudly into the halls of G. H. S. with over-sized heads. Our Class Adviser is Miss Speicher and our Class President is Delford Crowe. Two new members have been added to the Faculty-- Miss Morford and Mr. Lantz. October 11, 1948 Dear Diary: The Grantsville High School Music Department was proudly re- presented at the Maryland All-State Chorus by Phyllis Resh and Jean Yommer, also by Margie Kinsinger and Richard Bender who participated in the All-State Band held at Baltimore last week. November 9, 1948 Dear Diary: Seniors have been trying, under the supervision of Mr. Grimm, to become good drivers of the dual-control car which was donated for our use by the Casselman Motor Company. How thrilling it is to really drive with all confidence (if not in ourselves, at least in our instructor, who is ready to correct our mistakes). February 7, 1949 Dear Diary: The sun is shining brightly today, and a warm breeze is blowing out- side. Second semester is flying by, and already, the students are counting the weeks until school is out. Especially, the Seniors are looking forward to graduation, but before Commencement comes the Variety Show’’ to be given by the Music Department, the Prom, and other activities that go to make up high school life. June 9, 1949 Dear Diary: Today is the day we have waited for--Graduation. Forty-eight Seniors will receive diplomas tonight. Graduation will take place in the school auditor- ium. To the school, we bid a lamented ‘‘goodbye’’ and to our teachers, a hearty thanks’’. 19

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What now? A mountain lake, clear as crystal, blue as sapphire, with not the slightest ripple, reflecting a perfect picture of the peaks tinged with gold as the sun sinks. On the shore, half-hidden by wild ferns, is an artist with his palette and easel, painting the loveliness of nature. The light fades and he turns to go. Can we believe our eyes? Our class artist, Paul McKenzie: We now See a farm, acres and acres of potatoes, and look! The farmer is Kenneth Beachy. And we all know who the woman in the yard is. It’s Violet Wagner? On the face of the mirror, an army camp appears. We see a General witha stern face training his soldiers. His red hair glinting in the sun tells us at a glance-- it is Charles Turner: The army camp fades and is soon replaced by an entrance to a coal mine. A well-dressed man is entering it. As he turns to speak to one of his employers, we recognize him as John Keister. What now? A farm full of gobbling turkeys. Who is the man trying to catch one of them for his Thanksgiving dinner? At the way he flits around, we know him to be one of our classmates of 1949, James Glotfelty. Next, the cool green shadows of trees in a country land. We wonder who the man is following his herd of cattle. He grins as he waves to a passing friend. We know at a glance that those sparkling teeth belong to Lorraine Bittinger. As we look on the city of Frostburg, we see a young man walking down the street. Since he is chasing every skirt in sight, we know him to be John McKenzie. Over ina corner of the mirror, we see a certain business office--better known as the Grantsville Poultry Corporation. We peep through a window and see the secretary sitting on the boss’ knee. One g uess tells us it is Neil Yommer, who is now president of the establishment, and guess what: Phyllis Resh is the very alert and charming sec- retary. We gaze into the mirror as a Fifth Avenue shop appears. The designer starts draping and pinning cloth on the models. The famed person turns and smiles as she finishes her creation. We recognize our old classmate, Betty Arbogast. We now see the National Hotel where Thelma Lowry is sitting at the desk in the lobby. She is still waiting patiently for Fay Miller to ‘‘pop the question. ’ As the scene changes, we see a switch board where an attractive young lady is busily putting in telephone calls. Her warm, friendly voice betrays her identity. It’s Edda Runze. A few moments pass, as we wait for the next picture of the future to appear. We find a department store. As we look about for someone we know, we recognize Elva Wilt, using sales talk on a stubborn customer. ra |