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

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ginia Wright, Lela Mae Ashton, and Virginia Schnei- der. Their motto is, Our best is none too good. The Majors twins, june and jane, were now Powers models. The Reverend 'also told us that Michael DeLuca was now a happily married man, with a houseful of little yankees, that Bonnie Mae Baker owned an exclusive school for young ladies where Latin was taught by Gloria Rutland, history by Voula Skouteris, and commercial subjects by Margaret Evensky. Esther Ross, Marjorie Williams, and Glenda Moore were working at the new Postal-Union Tele- graph Company. Annemarie Brauer, Elizabeth Brog- don, LaVerne Lazarov, jean Surratt, Celia Freiden, and Libbie Rosen held stenographic positions. Thank- ing the Reverend for this information, we journeyed onward. We started back toward the better section of town, but just as we were crossing the railroad tracks, we practically stumbled down a dingy stairway into the dark dreary halls of an establishment over which hung a sign which proclaimed in weatherbeaten let-- ters that this was Flaniken's Flophouse. The old guy snoozing at the desk looked familiar, and on closer scrutiny turned out to be Forrest himself. l noticed a jumbled heap in the corner, and after l dusted the cobwebs off, I found them to be the bell hops, David Engleman, Paul Webb, Tommy Tanner. and Dick Pearson. In answer to my questions, For- rest told me that james Thomas was a professional gigolo, and that jean Redden, Ethel Young, Elizabeth Williams, Margaret Tomlinson, Nellie Barton, and Dor- othy Grimes were saleswomen in downtown depart- ment stores. Evelyn Kidd and Betty jo Leathers were bareback riders with the Van Sickel Circus, owned and operated by james R. We took our leave, and meandered on until we passed Charlie's Place , and there stood the pro- prietor, Charles Vergos, in the doorway. He invited us in for a footlong on the house. l noticed behind the counter were Wava Clark, Dorothy Keith, Shirley Walters, Commelite Ryan, Sarah jane Schaedle, and Hazel Gipson, busily dishing them up. Back in the kitchen was Roland Tomlinson, chief cook and you- know-what. Reluctantly, we tore ourselves away from this part of town. We had reservations at the Hilliard Hotel for dinner. As we entered, janie Hilliard, manager, rush- ed forward to welcome us. She escorted us to the Rhea Room Cnamed for Senator Elvin Rheaj where Keith Massey's dance orchestra was playing. l had 1 A l Page Tiueizty-nine hardly been seated when I heard a voice calling, Cigars, cigarettes, chewing gum, and mints , and looked around just in time to see Rose Marie Gentry, the cigarette girl. She told us that she was not the only member of our class working at that hotel. Ellen Bishop and Robbie Wilkes were also tray totersf' Besides these cigarette girls, Margeline Sutton, Paul- ine Lawson, Vernice Batsel, and Nellane Davidson were chambermaids. Elevator operators were Mar- guerite Parrott, Margie McDaniel, Evelyn Franklin, and Dorothy Willis. l turned my head just in time to see two burly bouncers, David Franklin and Wil- liam Ferguson, forcibly ejecting playboy Sammie Crone, who, it seemed, had just downed his third Zombie, and was trying to start a free-for-all. The doorman, Conway Moore, hustled him into a taxi, driven by Bill l itcl1patric.:. l heard a by-slander say that the cab started off with a big jerk, and l won- dered if he meant it the way l thought he meant it. On our way out of the hotel we met Elaine La'Croix and Evelyn Curtis, the two foremost lawyers in the country. l was very proud to learn that Virginia Sherman, Freda Harrison, Alma Bogard, Margaret Latham, and Frances Keith were in the XIAAC, and that Pauline Hendren, Nevagene Shoemate, and Mary Simonds were WAVES. Sophie Durling, Sarah Frances Ellis, Harry jordan, Harold Kaufman, Bennie Olswing, Lillian Kauerz, Christine Gost, Dorothy Crickman, and jennie Siegel were working at Sears fthe thirteenth grade of Humesl. Oliver jerkins and Tommie Vin- son were test pilots. We discussed the sudden rise to fame of scientist Cleighton Gannon, who was responsible for the discovery of the new vitamin PDQ. Yes, we were proud to have had all these celebrities as our schoolday friends. As it was growing late, we started back toward the White House. We passed the Lockheed Defense Plant just as the swing shift was coming on. Among the riveters we singled out Donna Conant, Esther jenne, and Laura Lee Corzine. They told me that Bobby Thompson was now pitching for the Byhalia Baseball Team, also, that Earl Goldstein was the man- ager of a gymnasium whose slogan is Come to Gold- stein's Gym lf You Want a Physique Like Gold- stein's or lt Shouldn't Happen to a Dog. His as- sistants were Richard Person and james McDaniel. As my bodyguards and l wended our weary way home, l heard a shrill squeaky voice say, Sister, can you spare a dime? For a moment l thought my eyes had deceived me, but no, it was really he, Al- bert Nelius-a panhandlerl l smilingly produced a quarter, collected my fifteen cents change, and went on my way. The smile on my face was not caused by my amusing experiences of the clay, but by the fact that l now knew what had become of every single member of the Humes High graduating class of l943. Tumi I'Il'1lt.Xl,ll-'YSICYIUR Emrii x

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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

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