Grove High School - Futurist Yearbook (Paris, TN)

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Jia ' ,A., . o r -:- ' THE-FUTURIST : -:- Senior Prophecy After teaching school for ten years, I dwided on a well-earned rest for myself, but for the life of me ,I couldn't decide where or how to go. Being of a very adventuresome nature, despite my years of solitary confinement, I decided just to travel a.nywhere, anyway. Hastily slinging a moderate wardrobe together, I caught the first train north, heading for New York. While busily engaged watching the old beloved places pass out of sight, I was startled when a voice spoke almost in my ear. Ticket, please. Not wanting the con- ductor to know how ignorant I was of traveling I pulled my face straight and with a smile, set by the years, I handed the ticket and looked up. Well, by Georgie! and I was shaking hands with an old classmate of mine, both of us talking like women at an old mald's con- vention. A. T. told me he'd been on this run for about five years and just couldn't quit the Old Reliable. He said he knew the airplanes were more uptofdate and paid more but someone had to run the railroads, so he felt it his duty to stick. Several minutes we chatted, in which I learned he was married to Louise Ridgeway, who was becoming quite famous with her clever little charcoal drawings, and when he turned to leave he said, By the way, Julia, do you know whose hands your fate is ln? Of course, I dldn't, so A. T. promised at the next stop to take me to the cab and show me a surprise. Delighted as a three-year-old at Christmas time, I just sat and smiled till our train came to a graceful easy stop. When we reached the cab, A. T. called out something that sounded like at lot of blib-blah to meg then who should stick his head out of the cab but Neil Andrews! Yeh! Old Gabby himself-Why I just grinned in spite of myself, and we talked fast and furious for the few moments alloted us. Vida was at home-Yes, Nell had actually inveigled the maiden into marrying him, and Sarah, still an old maid, was living with them, running a Ladies' and Babies' Ready-toWear. They lived in Louisville and often saw Jimmie Mansfield, who was now vice president of a vast line of rails. I was absolutely tickled sllly and going back to my compartment I sat and let my mind unroll the years and remembered again the happy carefree existence I led while in Grove. Classmates thronged the doors of my mind and I determined then and the-re to find out something about everyone of them. The next day, arriving in New York, I betook myself to a taxi, clambered in and turned to give the driver an address when I looked square into the grinning, well remembered face of Robert Anderson! Old Skyscraper, well the little runt looked like anything but that. Do you think I rode in the back seat during that drive? Indeed no. I sat in front and got more information out of that one person, than I could out of a dozen newspapers. Jimmie Diggs and Viron Beard had bought out three airplane factories and now the Diggs- Beard planes were being used only by the elite and were getting smaller and faster every day. Bert Freeman and Thomas Greer worked for them testing planes, delivering planes to various buyers and doing extraordinaryly well. Farris Shofner was a radio announcer, and announced 'specially for Dorothy McCall and Ka.therine Wheatley, who played pianos twice a week and made plenty. 'fWoodie Timmons ran a night club and most of the boys of his orchestra were old school-mates back at Grove. Among them were James and Doris Guthrie, Louis Walker, and Cecil Jackson. Imogene Brown was his hostess and Frances I-Iensler thrilled New York's millions with her tapping toes. Johnny Gorman, who had made millions on some trivial invention of his, was busy running 'round the world setting up schools, and took as his assistant, Allan Whipple. Really this was all shocking but Skyscraper just wouldn't stop. Had I heard about Joe Mims? Sending the world into hysterlcs with his witty talks? Theatres, radio stations, clubs, every-thing and everybody trying- to get their fingers on him. He'd made his name, got himself a wife, who I remembered as Dorothy Broadway, and the funny part about it--he talked for both. He kept four secretaries, all old class-mates, Catherine Jones, Katie Snow, Geneva Morris and Rosalind Rogers, all of whom he kept with him constantly. Old boy certainly getting spry in his old age. Lost in memories, I failed to notice we had stopped, but suddenly regaining my strayed wits, I found we were in front of the hotel I'd chosen. Walking up to the desk and asking for a room kept me so occupied I failed to hear the snigger that went up-but suddenly it sunk in my numbed senses and I whirled around to confront Maurice Martin! Same old Maurice, maybe a little older, but the years had been kind. Beside him stood Donna Postlewaite. They'd been married only a week and had decided on Europe for a honeymoon -where they intended visiting M'selle Hicks-the beauty specialist--who was another of our l9 3l

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,Ja ', . Ns!! . ., Mn Sify rsiiit ':- ' Tl-IE-FUTURIST Class History Remember that day when a hundred of us more or less trudged up the hill? Our first day in high school! Fear, mingled with wonder and joy, was a part of our thoughts as we found ourselves among other and more advanced students. Fear, that' we were doing the Wrong thing, wondering if others felt as out-of-place as we looked and joyous than our many and varied shades of green did not clash so bad. After all, you know, we were 'a fine looking bunch, in our own estimation. What was everyone so quiet about?' Oh, yes, there was Principal Matthews rising and talking to us, giving new hope in every Word that We too might 1'each the goal of a graduate. With a rush of spirit .and enthusiasm, we started our four-year career. Sam Joneswas our first president and serving with him were Vice President Floyd Rawls, secretary and treasurer, Gus Singleton. Football and baseball stars were both made that year, Sam Jones bringing off the laurels in football and Neil Andrews in baseball. Our scholastic attempt resulted in Maurice Martin receiving the Undergraduate Medaland also Winning in a stat-e-wide W. C. T. U. contest. Q Our sophomore year found us some what diminished in number, but still we were able to yell and yell loud. Neil Andrews was elected president, Jimmie Diggs, vice presidentg Ernestine Elam., secretaryg Woodie Lou Diggs, treasurer. Our honors in football were ln- creased by Carter, Mims and Timmons. Baseball letters were made by James and Doris Guthrie and James Mansfield. ' Juniors! Upper-classmenl Big Sisters! How important we feltl James Mansfield became our president, Johnnie Gorman, vice president: Ernestine Elam treasurer 'and Donna Postlethwaite, secretary. Our athletic efforts were well received with nine football boys-, six on the baseball team with Julia Sensing their queen, three on the boys' track team and six of our own girls on the girls' track team. , . Only 67 of us returned to become Seniors. The honor of class president went to Joe Mims, vice president to Joe Howard, secretary, Rosalind Rogers, and treasurer, Doortlry McCall. On the gridiron Carter, Andrews, Mims, Timmons, Mansfield, Gorman, Howard, and Whipple played for Ole Grove. On .the diamond the Guthrie brothers, Andrews, Mansfield, Lax and Whipple represented us. Vida Miller was the school's popular football queen. Charles Hendley represented Grove as school orator in the literary, meet. His oration on World Peace won first place for our school. Jimmie Diggs, representative in InterlClass Contest, won second place. s U . All in all, we graduates feel that our four years at Grove have been happy and success- ful. May others who are to take our place meet with the same good fortune that we have known. h . . , Woodie L. Riddick. Qian' I J 4'

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RJR , . Ns!,ni.., ML Steiff we N-sa -:- -' TI-IE--FUTURIST - -1 old friends and ma-tes-Corrine Hicks. Maurice was doing exceedingly well with his poetry and had just completed an edition of all his poems. Donna wrote up all the social affairs of Washington for some Cosmopolitan magazine. So considering everything I suppose the happy pair was fairly successfull. Bless their hearts, they knew I'd be lonesome my first night there, so they included me in a theatre party for the evening. Herman Hull, the New York matinee idol, was there and though I was not so fortunate to get to talk with him, I sat back, looked, and remembered the old days when I had actually seen him living and breath- ing every day. About the middle of the program-there was a commotion in the box op- posite our own, all eyes were turned in that direction. Imagine my surprise when Florence Winsett appeared with some one of the many foreign princes. My eyes just jumped and I demanded an explanation. Florence by some means had inherited quite a lot of moneyy then married Woodrow Windsor, the Chain Store King, divorced and sued him for a cool hundred thousand, and was now displaying the new boy friend to every advantage. The following morning, I thank the kind fate that made me read the morning paper in my room, for there on the front page staring at me with her boring steady eyes was a large picture of Inez: Irion-who was now known as Inky --the world's greatest woman dare-devil -stating she had performed one of the most dangerous feats known to' humanity. Inez! that smart, sweet, old-fashioned, up-to-date girl. It was incredible. Well! I got out of New York quickly-and took a plane to Los Angeles. After refresh- ing myself at the hotel I went down to a quaint little cafe some piece from the hotel. The first person I spied was a class-mate, Christine Schrieber. I learned that she and Juanita Robinson had come to California to enter the talkies, but due to one thing and another, they compromised and built up a fortune out of the little cafe. It was called The Comet, and among her best patrons were Margaret Pritchett, who was now a great portrait painterg Ruby Hastings, a swimmcr of international fame, and Ernestine Elam, who with her hus- band Curtis Carter, ran a big Home Economics school. Christine told me that little Louise Sullivan was at the head of a Girls' club and that if I wished, we would ask her to dinner. I agreed heartily, so six o'clock found us seated with Louise in the spacious dining room of the lovely, old club. Thousands of young girls were around our table, their lovely, lighted faces showing the spirit and the zest of youth. Suddenly Louise arose and with a hasty pardon, left us, returning in a few minutes with several other women. I was disappointed, for I thought I could sit there with only old friends and ta-lk to my heart's content-but being a school teacher, I politely looked up-whooped--for there standing before me were Isabel Bennett, Ruebene McCuiston, Woodie Lou Riddicks, Helen Smith, Mildred Smith, Lucille Trotter, Mabel Snow, Kate James, Margaret Dunlap and Lorene Melton. My! Did we talk? Wiords flew back and forth and one half didn't know what the other half was saying. I did gather, however, that all were 'married and were either living in Los Angeles or close around, and often came in to' dine with Louise and be together. Ka-te married Earl Crosswy, who was leading an orchestra in one of the down- town theatres and gaining popularity rapidly. Charlie Hendley was managing editor for one of the city papers, and lived with Mabel Snow and her husband, who was city editor of the same paper. '4Bil1y Askew and James Farrar had bought up a lot of oil companies, made their fortune and now spent most of the time running 'round the world on their yacht. Joe Howard, now known as speed was the dashing half-back on the All-Southern team. His fame was wide and Speed now traveled in the best of circles both -here and abroad. Herbert Williams now pitched for a big Pittsburgh team. 'I'he next day after many regrets and goodbyes, I left and started back through the country for anywhere. This time I rode one of the big buses that looked like one of the old time Pullman cars. In Utah we stopped at some little town for oil-so out I hopped and made a beeline for a little roadside ta-Vern, almost knocking someone down who had just started out. Catching my breath, I started to apologiize when I found my hand being shaken off- and 'by whom- None other than grinning Pearl Wiggins--who was now-I found out later- Mrs. Gene McGehee. She finally got her Gene, and being afraid of the girls in the sunny South, had brought him to the West. They ran a tourist camp, in with the tavern and kept several employed. Among whom were Travis Lax, Clara Mai Willard and Zenona Foust. She also told me that close to her were James Carter, James Gorman, and Floyd Hopkins, who were trying their luck at running a chicken farm. Boy! I had been lucky and for five miles out of the town I just sat and grinned. i I9 3I