Hopewell High School - Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Hopewell, VA)

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CLASS PROPHECY—Continued was efficiently shaking a cocktail behind the bar. Resplendent in a natty officer’s uniform, Buster Lazenby fairly shone as he conversed with one of the lady passengers. Now a South American seaport occupied the center of the ball. In the magnificent postoffice building Evelyn Hamilton was classifying international mail. Near the outskirts of the town, and in a well isolated brick and steel building, Robert Jerrel, forearms expert for the gov¬ ernment was experimenting with a newly designed revolver. Down on the curving waterfront a trim fishing smack had just anchored. It was Captain Graves Lee bringing in his cargo of fish. Deep in the Argentine interior Helen Rogers was engaged in statistical work for the recently organized Child’s Welfare Association. The medium’s crystal now took me to the snow-capped peaks of Alaska. In one of the prosperous trading concerns, Virginia Johnson was busily discussing the details of an ex¬ change of goods with an Eskimo chief. In charge of the transportation department of a large Alas¬ kan mining concern Mathew Slovick was supervising the over¬ hauling of a three-ton truck. As I gazed, another mountain scene presented itself to me. This time it was a popular girl’s camp deep in the Adirondacks. Ruby Lapin was instructing a few novices in swimming. At the entrance to one of the dormitories I could see Dolly Keller, camp dietician, giving her approval of the items on the daily menu card. The misty clouds in the crystal ball seemed to evaporate with a final swirl, and the globe became merely a crystal ball again. My seance was ended. The magician arose and I placed five dollars in his out¬ stretched hand. “My assistant, Mr. Burke Carpenter, will see you to the door,” he said. Concealing my surprise, I turned to leave, but my eyes were arrested by the sight that met them as the medium deftly re¬ moved his turban with one sweep of his arm. He then divested himself of an excellent set of false whiskers and bushy eyebrows. Astounded and hardly able to believe my eyes, I fled. It was Chalmer Pritchard! Page Sixteen

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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

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Class Poem TEMPUS FUGIT” (Time Flies) When J recall that half my youth is past, That each new year, much nobler than the last, Has taught me in a conscientious way, To reap the fruits of education’s pay— Though not quite aged yet, I still cannot forget— O Tempus fugit.tempus fugit. When I ask God to grant this thing to me: To make me always wise enough to see The glory of our Alma Mater’s name: To always speak of it in highest fame— My heart in rapture swells, Pride in me ever dwells, O Tempus fugit.tempus fugit. When I thank God for what he’s done for me: To help me grasp the opportunity Of education in our modern day— My spirit, o’ercome, can say: Soar high, my soul, Attain thy goal, O Tempus fugit.tempus fugit. Page Seventeen