Humes High School - Senior Herald Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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WHO'S VVHO 1. Best poised: Dorothy Dunn, J. D. Hibner. 2. Most Patriotic: Dorothy Daniel, Billy Anderson. .3. Most Charming: Jayne Seymour, Sam Crone. 4. Most Talented: Marguerite Parrott, Conway Moore. 5. Happiest: Katherine Barmer, Alfred Brogdon. 6. Most Practical: Katherine Chrisafis, Charles Choate. 7. Sunshine: Lula Cassandras, J. N. Cain. 8. Sweetest: Miaymie Cole, Bennie Cole. Page Tzlfezzty-Seve-11. Most Artistic: Bonnie Baker, Robert Jeffries. Most Outstanding: Elinor Shoffner, Sidney Ryan. Friendliest: Helen Harris, Bill Barron. Most Business-like: Juanita Astin, Robert Barker. Shortest and Tallest: Mary Simonds, Robert Barker. Best Read: Donna Conant, Robert Jeffries. Most Musical: Evelyn Kidd, Carl Hall. Most Successful: Elizabeth Brogdon, Louis Anderton. TIII-l Hl:ic.xLlw -Rimini: Eiirrloy

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I C l iff . -:pf SINII R El SS llmlllillll As I, Florence Siegel, first woman president of the United States of America, sat at my desk in the White House, I was busily engaged in manicuring my fin- gernails. Wearying of this exertion, I lifted my eye- brow, and immediately two of my chief yes Women, Iulia Blanton and Dorothy Dunn, appeared to do my bidding. After agreeing with me on the weather, the political situation, the economic angle, the social problem, and the price of eggs in Africa, they agreed with me that it was a perfect day for my annual slumming tour. After assigning them all the menial tasks I could think of, and promising to look up some of their friends, I made ready to depart for the less intellectual section of the city. At the door of my office I was met by my two trusty bodyguards, Mike McFarland and Harold Steed. As we passed through the office of my Cabinet, I saw, or rather heard, Sec- retary of State Ruth I-Iediker and Secretary of the Treasury Lucille Hannah who were loudly arguing with Secretary of Commerce Gertrude Fleischer and Secretary of Agriculture Helen Harris over which one of them should empty my wastepaper basket. I gently admonished them that if they didn't pipe down I'd bash their skulls in, and went peacefully on my way. As my bodyguards and I stepped out the front door, I nodded a friendly greeting to the guards, Louis Anderton and Robert Ieffries. When we reached my private car, we found the chauffeurs, Bennie Cole and Ed Sewell, waiting. We started on our way, but stopped at the corner at Bonnie jean Williams' news- paper stand, where I purchased the daily Herald. Scanning the headlines, I noticed that Sam Holt, I. N. Cain, and Lionel Coffey, Public Enemies Number one, two, and three respectively, were doing time up the river. They had been captured, after a terrific gunfight, by officers Robert Barker, Fred Davis, Glen Honeycutt, and Alfred Brogdon. Riding down with them was the former banker Harold Shute, who had absconded with a sizeable sum. Special F.B.I. in- vestigators on this case were L. C. Hamrick and George Larkins. I also read that Charles Choate, president of the CIO., was looking for a younger man to be his successor. It is rumored that he is planning to retire to Bolivar. Turning to the comic section, I noticed with pride the Witty cartoons by Paul Loenneke, I. D. I-Iibner, and Luther Patterson. It was refreshing to know what my old classmates were doing, and right then and there I decided to find out what had become of all my old buddies. However, I did not intend to put pleasure before busis ness, so I got on with my tour. I instructed the chauffeurs to stop at the nearest theater in the slum section, as I wanted to see just what type of recreation the other halt enjoyed. My car pulled up to the DeLulce Suzore Princess, wo got out and began to study the show cards. We learned Tina Ili-:it,xi.iv Si-.yum lilmir x that a stage show owned by Beverly Covington and called Covington's Chorus of Capering Cuties was now playing. Our tickets were purchased from the cashier, Ruth Anderson, who had Katherine Chrisafis as her assistant. On entering, we were led to our seats by head usher Eugene Walsh. I also noticed some other ushers, including Bill Barron, johnny Thom- as, Iulius Sutton, james Lillard,and Sidney Ryan,all re- splendant in their uniforms. Glancing about us, we saw several people whom we would never have expected to find enjoying this type of entertainment. Seated near us was capitalist lack Cristil, who assured us that, in spite of what people were saying, he did not make his first million by swindling orphans. After convincing him that I was not interested in buying stock in a platinum mine in Hushpuckena, nor in pur- chasing a portion of the Brooklyn Bridge, I asked him if he knew the whereabouts of any of our old school chums from the I-fumes class of '43. He. told me that Iethro Lindsey was also a big operator on Wall Street, and that Freddie Hamlett was the new welter- weight champion of the world. The crunching of pea- nut brittle attracted my attention to the row behind me where sat two shine boys, Frank Rohr and Leslie Raines, munching away merrily. Before I could speak to them, the lights were dimmed, and the show start- ed. In the dancing chorus we all recognized Betty lean Mason, Willie Bee Owens, Dorothy Murphy, Eloise johnson, Virginia Griffin, Dorothy Daniel, Iayne Seymour, and Vera Iverson. We watched a soft-shoe number by Lillian Lawhorn and a ballet dance by Billy Anderson the Ballet Boy. Walter McEwen was the Master of Ceremonies. The last number was a skit presented by the Gruesome Guild of Actors. The hero was portrayed by Gorgeous Gordon I-Ieckle, with Lena Mae Graham as the feminine lead. Carl Hall was the villain, while Toby Glisson played the part of a lap, slinking in and out of the different scenes. We remembered that, confidentially, he al- ways did slink. Taking minor roles were Rubye len- nings, Dorothy Neeley, Ruth Ogletree, Wilbur Leake, and Wayne Walker. After the show, we decided to walk about a bit and stretch our legs, so after instructing the chauffeurs to take the car home we continued on our way. As we strolled past a quiet, rustic church, we heard a famil- iar voice saying, Everybody rise and pass out . On inquiry wo found it to be the voice of Reverend Iohn D. Tonsman, the traveling missionary. We stopped to c-litil witii I-loverend Tonsman a while, and he told us what lie had heard about the various members oi our old graduating class. It seemed that Una Grace Anderson, Lula Cassandras, and Doris Camp were the owners of the Bootie-Tootie Beauty Shoppe on Blow Street. Among the beauty operators em- ployed there were Maymie Cole, Elinor Shoftner, Vir- l l Page Twenty-t'igIlt 1 .ae :lf