Hopewell High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hopewell, VA)

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CLASS PROPHECY—Continued green of a baseball diamond was revealed . . . the Yankees and the Cardinals in the last stages of the pennant game! The white sphere sailed gracefully over the fence, making the sixty-second home run for Steve Belcher, who was the Cardinal’s star bats¬ man. This play clinched the pennant as Belcher was preceded across the plate by Ruben Lewis. The umpire was John Kennedy. Seated in the grandstand were Josephine Burchett, Mary Harris, and the former Blanche Forney accompanied by her young son, William McKaig, Jr. The scene faded, and was replaced by a large office building in Richmond, Virginia. A suite of rooms was occupied by the law firm of Marsden Wallace and Stanley Burt. They employed Mary Stephenson and Roxie Johnson as secretaries. Among their wealthy clients were Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Wells (the former Helen Marks). Mr. Wells was suing Mervin Gage for alienation of affections. On the ground floor was a large drug store occupied by Robert Buren with Bill Cleere, his chief pharmacist. Their greatest source of profit was 3.2 beer which was manufactured in Washington by the brewing firm of Clyde Collins and Paul Kislik. Again the scene changed, and I saw in the crystal ball the interior of Roxy’s Theatre in New York City. As the light flashed upon the silver screen, Courtland Kennedy and Clara Faw were billed in one of the coming attractions by the produc¬ tive genius, Elroy Phillips. In the vaudeville feature, Helen Mifka, Velma Via, and Nellie Layne were starred in the current Broadway success. Inex Cox led the performance by her rendi¬ tion of one of the popular “torch” songs. The next feature was a fashion parade. Iris Foster and Dot Lewis led the mannequins displaying the latest creations of Charles Elliott, designer of fashionable women’s dresses and exquisite underwear. As the scene gradually dissolved, my mind reverted to the old familiar streets of Hopewell. Immediately my thoughts were reflected in the kaleidoscopic crystal. In the now enlarged high school building, Alice Gilliam was teaching a large English class. Helen Charvat was at the head of the history department; while Mary Virginia Jarvis was in¬ augurating a new routine in the girls’ Physical Ed. class. As a worthy successor to Miss Fannie Lewis, Maribel Higgins was playing the inevitable march for the chapel period. Page Fourteen

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-1. tZL (HlasB Propljprg AVING completed my day’s work at the office earlier than usual, I was on my way home when I glimpsed a fortune teller’s sign hung just outside a neat brick and stucco building. Being a woman gifted with a creditable amount of curiosity, my restless eyes glanced again at the intri¬ guing board. This second glance, alas, proved to be my undoing. Voila! I entered. A turbaned attendant immediately took my card. There was something vaguely familiar about his features, but as he silently beckoned to me, I quickly followed him into an apart¬ ment which fairly reeked with mysticism. Then he silently dis¬ appeared, as the heavy drapes covering the entrance fell to¬ gether in sinuous folds. It seemed that they severed all my connections with the outside world. At last I was face to face with my fate, and ... a huge crystal ball, which seemed to render every other object in the room inconspicuous, as the only source of illumination seemed to eminate from the ball itself with an unearthly glare. I perceived a wizened and bewhiskered face just opposite the table upon which rested the crystal. He was gazing into its clear depths from beneath beetling brows, and neither moved nor spoke until I was seated. Then his voice came to me with a peculiar strained intensity. “Ah!” he said, “already I have fathomed the purpose of your interview. The crystal has told me. In the ten years that have passed since you and your classmates have graduated, many things have happened! Look!” I gazed at the ball whose depths were becoming faintly ob¬ scured by a swirling cloud. As it cleared I saw Morris Aderholt and Waller Lescure deliver the final smashing drives which made them international doubles tennis champions. Richard Frye and Bernard Storey were co-writers of the event for the Associated Press. Among the frenzied gallery I could see the former Dorothea Nevils, now the wife of John Djiovanidis, prom¬ inent Syracuse contractor. Among others of the socially prom¬ inent were George Munt, ex-playboy of Broadway, and his fiance, Eleanor Bridges. A cloud of smoke from a huge Oriental urn engulfed the crystal, and as it cleared again, the hard glare and contrasting

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CLASS PROPHECY—Continued As the panoramic vista continued I saw the much improved business section of the town. In the town’s most fashionable beauty parlor Betty Avent was supervising a facial massage for Ruby Broyhill, who was to be married to Floyd Morris that week. In the municipal building Louise Burnett was employed as notary public stenographer, which was superintended by Welden Lamb. Otis Thompson headed the Retail Merchants’ Associa¬ tion, while Virginia Hughes was City Treasurer. Adolph Ma- kovsky was one of the rising young local attorneys. Larry Cur¬ ran was in line for City Engineer and was discussing his pros¬ pects for success with Archie Martin, chief of Hopewell’s police force. In one of the outstanding dry goods companies, Otilla Here- tick was at the head of the buying department, and in the same building Annie Daniel edited the local Society Column, while Arietta Killinger was employed as private secretary to the editor of the paper. At the Hopewell Armory Wilson Mifka was drill instructor and had just assigned fatigue duty to one of his most trouble¬ some privates, Tracy Miner. In one of the large industrial corporations, Robert Elmore was chief of anylytical chemistry. As the mystic passed his supple hands across the surface of the crystal, I seemed to see powerful wings rushing through the air. Then the interior of a transatlantic passenger airplane be¬ came apparent. Glancing at the resourceful and composed fea¬ tures of the stewardess, Christine Parker, I saw that she was serving one of the passengers a frosted glass of ginger ale.. The plane landed at a huge airport which was surrounded by dense green, tropical plants and trees. One of the uniformed attendants who hurried out to assist the passengers was Conrad Martin. I looked again at the dense foliage of the surrounding trees. Why, this is Africa! Yes, there was a group of ferocious looking natives lounging in the shade of one of the nearby hangers. As medical missionaries, Durward Stowe and Katie Forrest were engaged in an animated conversation with them. After this scene faded, the salon of a great ocean liner grad¬ ually materialized in the center of the globe. Herbert Powell } Page Fifteen