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

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PROPHECY by Mary Lu Valk The full glory of on the afternoon that I October day, the trees thin blue smoke rising autumn had descended upon the Ozarks started my hike. It was had all turned color and I a crisp could see from a cabin in the distance. Find- ing a site with a lovely view, I settled down and prepared to enjoy myself. There is no place like the Missouri Ozarks when it comes to just Nsettin'U and recalling the good old days and I had all afternoon to take it easy. Suddenly I found I was recalling my arrival in the nhome of the hillbilliesn last night. I had been driving slowly,taking in the scenery with wide eyes,when I approach- ed a pleasant little village. The first thing that caught my eye was an attractive inn called nThe Holaday ResortN.The sign said, WWhy not spend your holidays here?U and I thought it might not be a bad idea. Imagine haw surprised I was to find that Harold Holaday and his wife, the former Jackie Dowling, were the owners of the establishment! I decided at once that I must spend my vacation with them and catch up on article I some news from home. Digest magazine that Jackie had put in glance through it. I noticed that it Reaching into my knapsack, I pulled out a Readers for me, and began to said WJune l97ON and was several months old, but Jackie had told me that they were sort of off the beaten track and didn't get mail very often. I flipped the pages, searching for an hadn't read before, and stopped at one called UBill's Pillsn vs. Hadacol. I was about half way through the first para- graph when it dawned on me that the inventor was the same Bill Stanton who had graduated from high school with me. I had heard of the pills many times and realized that the long hours Bill had spent studying Chemistry in high school must have paid off. I was' so absorbed in the article that I scarcely noticed a couple of large hunting dogs sniffing around me. Then shots rang out and I began to perk up. The Holadays had warned me that there were likely to be hunters around, but I had not taken them very-seriously. Just then I caught sight of a large man tramping through the thicket, wearing a bright purple hunting cap. I was thinking to my- self UNow who under the sun would wear a purple cap?U whe11 more shots rang out and I had to yell UHey, don't shoot mein The man turned around and nearly dropped his gun when he saw me. nwell for ever more! If it isn't an old Horace Mann gradln Then I recognized him as Mr. Dieterich and it was my

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turn to be surprised! He hardly looked a day older than when I knew him in high school, but he said the strain of life at Horace Mann had forced him to take a short vacation. WSO you're still at Horace Mann!n I exclaimed. WI should have known when I saw the purple capn. We chatted on like a couple of old timers and then I asked him if he could bring me up to date on come of my old classmates NMonica Giesken, for instance,W I said. nOh yes,W Mr. Dieterich replied. WShe and Maureen Krenek are secretaries for Senator Smail in Washington.H WSenator Smailln I exclaimed. Surely you don't mean Bobby Smail who played on our basketball team when I was going to school?!U nYes, the same Bobby. He made quite a name for himf self when he left Horace Mann and is doing very well in Washington.n ' It took a minute for consideration of that before I continued. UMr. Dieterich, whatever happened to Sarah Scott?H ' nSarah? Oh, she and Mary Alice Garrison followed their ambitions to become nurses, and are now working around Marys vilJe.W Grinning, he added that they worked in close coll- aboration with George Atchison, local undertaker, since he usually got most of their patients sooner or later anyway. We were both agreeing that Horace Mann graduates really got around in the world, when a seedy looking fellow came into view and we both remarked that he looked familiar. The man was giving his attention to a herd of goats and it wasn't until he got fairly close that we could see his features. Then Mr. Dieterich cried, Nmy word! It's Gene Carrlu I immediately noticed the resemblence between Gene and his role in the play USparkin'U, of some twenty years ago. The greatest difference was that he had acquired a luxuriant crop of whiskers. We exchanged greetings and Gene sat down to join in our conversation. We told him that we were trying to keep track of '51 seniors and went over the information we had collected so far. Mr. Dieterich asked Gene what had become of his friend Kenny Holmes and Gene became very interested in telling us. WHe's a psy-psychai- what do you call them people?U UPsychaitrist?n I inquired helpfully. NYep,that's ith, said Gene beaming. I remember- ed that Kenny had a low, soothing yoice, and decided that that was an ideal profession for him.