Horace Mann High School - Memories Yearbook (Maryville, MO)

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more and more unbeareeble. Just uhen I thought I could stand it no longer, I found myself walking dom astreet inalarge city, A Ilarge neon sign flashed, Graves and Rogers, Incorp- oratedn. It aroused my curiosity. The reception room was a beautiful place wiih large pictures on the wall. From one of three doors in the room walked a tall, rather majestic woman. 'lhen I knew the reason forthe sign, Graves and Rogers, Incorporatedw, because it was my old classmate Merna Graves! She told me later that she and Doris Rogersrhadgone into business in 1955. Doris, however, was out of town on business. g I noticed that the receptionist had been giving me the eye and I wondered whether or not my slip was showing. Finally she jumped up with, V Frankie Babb--why it's been yearsusince I've seen you. After she spoke, I knew it was Wava lhrasher. We all planned to go out to dinner that evening. The girls said that we should go to Wilma Randall's night club, Randal1's Scandals , because that night the floor show fea- tured Annabelle, the great modern dancer. As we entered the lavishly decorated club, we spied a table not reserved. When the waiter carte for our order, I asked to speak to the manager. Wilma told us that there were people on the program 'whom we might recognize. Suddenly the lights dimmed and the announcer stepped forward saying, It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you Anna- belle, the World's greatest modern dancer. Wilma leaned over saying to me, That's Annabelle Schneider you know. After the thunderous applause and a few encores later, the lights again dimned, Wilma said, Now you're going to hear our blues singer, Mary White, accompanied by Helen Twaddle and her Musical Keyboard.

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Wilma motioned Annabelle, Mary, and Helen over to our table after the show.. Just then si woman came over in order to in terview snr abelle , While tal king to Iiary I eavesdropped on their CCTL'V'f3li'-:fz1'bl.Ollo Annie, where are you going next? Oh, to Kensots City, I guess, Then I'll visit my old home town, ' Annabelle replied. Then she said, Shirley, why don't you come along? 'flfd love to but I'll have to turn my paper over to my assis tant. Ilm telling you, a paper is really hard to get out as you probably remember from our high school journalism days. I Annabelle replied, We'll have to wait here until Lu- zenia fi rishes my costume. I interrupted their conversation to ask if it were Lu- zenio. Carroll they could be talking about, because I remem- bered her skill in sewing while we were in high school. Annabelle assured me that it was 'end that she could not get along without he Pe Just then I realized that the women interviewing Anna- belle was none other than Shirley McGinness who had followed her life-l ong ambition and was now editor of' a newspaper. I excused myself and looked around the room. A13 .gl table- in the corner I recognized Burton Lyle and Leona Ringgold. Amazed at seeing more friends in one place, I couldn't resist the temptation of' butting in. They explained that they were having n quiet celebration of the fifth anniversary of' the club. Burton had been the architect and Leona had done the inte rior decorating. I looked up to see a dainty cigarette girl standing by my side. 'V'Wouldn't you like some cigarettes Mr. Babb, she said with a smile. The moment she smiled I knew it could be none other than Vernelle Williamson. Suddenly I heard a round of applause and turned to see si large group of people at the center table. Astounded I heard them cry, Speech Speechn. A women with a radiant