Jefferson Union High School - Jeffaurean Yearbook (Richmond, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS- PROPHECY Editor's Note: 1 QA11 places and persons in this manuscript are positively fictitious., It was. a bright cheerful morning, May ZO, 1967, to be exact. We were at the Vandalia Airport. We were taking a trip to California. Our plane taxied up and stopped. We board- ed it, and off we went. After we had been in the air a few minutes a friendly stewardess came staggering down the aisle. She almost fell in our laps. When we looked up we saw that it was none other than Carolyn Brown. We talked to her for a few minutes and then she continued on her way. W Finally, we noticed the plane ride was getting rather rough. We decided to go up front to ask the pilot what was wrong. When we saw who the pilot was we weren't surprised. It was Bob Pickett.' We asked him what he was doing piloting an airplane. I-Ie said there was room up here and besides, he got tired of paying for wrecked cars. We laughed and told him to try to take it a little easier. We finally arrived at our destination, San Francisco, Getting a taxicab to take us to our hotel was a surprise, more so, because the driver was Allie Smith. Allie was sur- prised to see us too. He said he had married Peggy Zurwell and they were very happy with their two children. We said we were very happy to find him so happy and well. He drove us to the hotel, Ritzy-Plitzy Plaza. As we arrived, the doorman was throwing two bums out. He gave them a big kick and they landed at our feet. They looked up at us sadly--each had a black eye. When we real- ized who they were we just about passed out. It was, though hard to believe, Richard Nel- son and Bud Kemper. We thought of what intelligent boys they had been in school. Yes, two great guys, bums now. We never would have guessed that. The doorman, who had been watching us, came up and said Remember me? Sure we did. It was Jack Hughes. He said his job was pretty good, especially opening the door for good-lookin' dames. He also said he had married and had a pleasant life except for his wife's rolling pin. We went into the Ritzy-Plitzy Plaza, and asked to see the manager about our rooms. To our astonishment the manager was, of all people, John Stiver. Well, we were about to give up after this. To think john Stiver owning a hotel---in California. Apparently, john was doing well, because he had an expensive suit and a diamond stickpin. We retired to our rooms to rest the remainder of the afternoon. When evening came, we decided to go to a famous nite club for dinner. So dressing in our best bib andtuckers we hailed Al1ie's taxi. We asked him which nite club was the finest. He said the Blue Gable was where we should go, so we did. The Blue Gable was very beautiful. To launch the evening off correctly, I spilled my champagne. When I screamed, the manager came running to see what had happened. I started to explain when I saw that it was not an ordinary nite club manager, but Frank Frech one of our old school-mates. He was as surprised to see us as we were to see him. He brought us some more champagne and sat dovm with us awhile. He told us hehad some- one he wanted us to see. He motioned to the cigarette girl and she came quickly. She was blonde-haired Mariam Knox, who also used to go to school at jefferson. She was very glad to see us, and said we were the first old friends she had seen in months. She could only stay for a few minutes as she had to get back to work. V Mr. Frech said we would be entertained in a few minutes, because there would be a floor show. We chatted awhile, then came the show. The lights were dimmed and a hush fell over the club, as a lovely, dark-haired lady appeared singing Temptation , We recognized her instantly as jane DeBoo, a graduate from jefferson. She sang beautifully. After the show we went to her dressing room. She told us she was very happily mar- ried, but was keeping on with her career of singing. After chatting with her awhile we de- cided that we had had enough excitement for one day, so we departed. The next morning after we had eaten our breakfast and were reading the morning paper, in came the hotel maid. She started puttering around and then she looked up. When she did so, she dropped her mop and stook looking at us with her mouth wide open. As 26

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r Senior Class Prophecy - Continued. soon as we regained our wits we knew who the character was. It was Betty Lou Codding- ton. She flashed a diamond on her left finger, so we inquired about it. She told us she had been engaged ever since Christrnas and was to be married in june. We wished her luck as she left to continue her cleaning elsewhere. Our time was growing short and our vacation was soon to be at an end. We decided to do what we had always longed to do, go to Alcatraz. Yes, just to see it. We went to the docks and got passes on a cute little boat. We climbed aboard and went to look around. We ran into an old schoolmate of ours, Myron Armett. Yes, he was the captain, but not of the basketball team. His first mate was one of the girlsin his class, Marilyn Delk. We chatted with her and she told us a little about her job. About all she had to do was to wash Myron's clothes and be sure to cook big meals for him three times every day. She said it was the funniest first mate's job she had ever heard of. She took us to the galley and we had some of her boat-made cookies and coffee. Soon the ,captain yelled Land-l-lo and we went on deck. There on the horizon was Alcatraz, . Entering Alcatraz we experienced a great shock. The warden was strong Melt-in james. Then we met the matron, Virginia Culbertson. Virginia took us to the workshop so we could see how the prisoners were progressing. Bob Ray was knitting blue baby booties. He was teaching his little baby son to say Da-da instead of Ma-ma, so his wife had him locked up. Qlncidentally, the baby still can't say Ma-ma.l Then we saw a tough guard coming toward us. When he went by us we noticed that he was another school chum, Meredith Wesler. He Went over and stopped two prisoners from flipping each other with rubber baby pants. They were some' more of our friends, Edward Hornsby and Eugene Roberts. Their job was to make rubber pants. That's what they get for riding their horses on the Golden Gate Bridge, ITUT, tut, boys., Suddenly we heard some music. Music in a prison? we thought. We began to get curious, so we asked the matron if they had a radio there. No , she said, I'll showyou what that music is, if that's what you call it , She took us to a big auditorium. This was called the recreation room. And who is that character back of the piano? No, not Bill Owens! Well, well, what in the world is he here for. For playing boogie-Woogie at a funeral. My goodness, what next! After seeing a few more places around Alcatraz, we took our leave and returned to the hotel. We rested because we were to go to an opera that evening. At the opera we met some old friends. We seated ourselves and began looking over our programs. Soon the curtain rose and the opera began. To our amazement the trio was that of jefferson's--Betty West, Donna McGunnegill and Edith Mull. My, how that class of 48 has changed. We were just wondering-- What's to become of this generation , that hasn't already!! Han