Knox School - Rose Leaves Yearbook (Nissequogue, NY)

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HAPPE THE covered, I found it to be Bette Vogt, who had just recently been given the position because of her outstanding training. During my stay in Washing- ton several awards and trophies were awarded. The First Lady President of the Grange, Nancy Leavenworth, was presented with a trophy f'or her work in the field of Husbandry. Up to date she has an impressive collection of farmer friends whom, she says, she has been accumulating since school days. The newly chosen Mother of the Year, Linda Larrison, was also in Washington. She is the proud parent of new triplets, which, when added to her family of nine, give her the right to the slo an Cheaper by the Dozen. Before leaving Washington for a new assignment, I ran into Wendy Kalman. She told me that be- cause of her athletic ability and her love for ani- mals she has been assigned by the Republican Party to train the elephant for his role in the coming campaign. At the request of Miss Kalman, a rare white elephant was imported from India. Next, I had to investigate an invention newly arrived from South America, so I jetted down to New Orleans. Once there, I went to interview Irene Berrizbeitia who is sales promoter for Sissy George, a thriving banana plantation owner in Brazil. Sissy has revolutionized the helicopter industry with her ingenious Flying Banana, in which she makes daily excursions over her pros- perous banana lands. Irene had been successfully promoting the sale of this amazing invention in the U. S. A. From New Orleans I went to Hollywood to the premiere of Nancy Swift and her partner in their new dance show at the Inter-Solar Hotel. Every- one en'oyed the show-even the stately Pluto- nians. From a fellow associate I received the news that the new woman tennis champion of the world is Gail Laube. The match was held in Australia, and although Australia is only ten hours away from Los Angeles, I just couldn't make it in time to catch the Super Duper, an express airliner to the East. Also from a fellow reporter I learned that Pudgie Stevenson is the head of the Synchronized Swimming Team. He said she was headed for the Samoan Islands to give an exhibition for the natives. She brought with her an exclusive bath- ing suit designed by the highly accredited fashion designer Ranita Eastman, to keep the swimmer above water at all times. Today I finally satisfied my curiosity as to whose smile it was which I continually saw around the planet on billboards, on subterranean vehicles, and in interplanetary magazines advertising ladies' chlorophyll agar. I found the smile to be none other than that of Bobby Lou Babcock. The Super Duper had to make an emergency landing in Wyoming because of a blasted jet. The plane landed on a private field owned by a rancher who bred horses for all purposes. I was quite sur- prised to meet Alix Belford, the owner. She told me of a new species of horse she had recently de- veloped. This new type of horse is black with red polka dots. She said she called the horse Red Mask because the horse has a black face and red eyes. When the jet was repaired, I said goodbye to Alix and headed for Chicago. In Chicago, Linda Wachsman was making the headlines. For some obscure reason of her own she has just completed a ten year course in Mechanical Engineering and is receiving her well earned diploma. I had to return immediately to New York City because of the reconvening of the U. P., or the United Planetations. The glamorous Maria Ville- gas was gracing the U. P. Forum as a member of the Polar Bear delegation from the Antarctic. She was elected because of her unusual ability to adapt herself to foreign customs. Later, as I was driving down Fifth Avenue in my jetmobile, trying not to exceed the supersonic speed limit, I was stopped abruptly by a barrier across the street. A parade! And who should be the high stepping young woman leading the band? Terry Stevens, of course, and behind her a ten foot banner reading, Sup- port the Diamantis Benefit for Greek Sailors. After the parade I continued my speedy trip along the river until I reached West Point on the Hud- son, where I met Beth Hubbell. She was signing autographs after the enthusiastic reception given her and her troupe by the corps of cadets. Her traveling variety show has won nationwide ac- claim for its unique style of entertainment. I had to return to the City to report on the Teachers' Convention. They were electing the Teacher of the Year when I arrived. Now who do you suppose was chosen? Madamoiselle Gonzales. She was chosen because of her exceptional methods of teaching the French language to young and old a ike. I will have to close this pleasant chat because I must prepare my news column for the day. My assistant, Anabelle Loeffler, is diligently mixing the papers on my desk, trying not to disturb me, searching for an article. I also have an appoint- ment with the noted psychiatrist Dr. Marcia Hill. I must see her every month to remain on this straight and narrow path, otherwise, the mental strain of recounting such events as these might prove fatal to me. Signed-ADRIENNE LEE Bavrs of The World Bugle

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In the last ten years many new and wonderful inventions have appeared. There have been jet Eropelled roller skates, flying cars, helicopter uses, and automatic diaper changers. Then there was the phenomenal election of a woman Presi- dent. The Iron Curtain was dissolved by a chemi- cal application of concentrated good will. Flights bo the moon and surrounding planets have created a new sensation. Albert Einstein's theory of rela- tivity was proven erroneous by a mechanical exchange student from Mars. Perhaps the greatest change in the past ten years has been a conversion from the international languages, French and English, to Bebop. I, myself, have been to many exciting and mysterious places, have covered news stories from mice to Mars, and have reviewed books and plays and other entertainment suitable for the public. My travels have included such places as Mongolia, Antarctica, the newly risen Atlantis, the moon, and various planets. During the past ten years I have met many of my old classmates-some married, some in high positions, and others pursuing various careers. Cn many different occasions I have interviewed them personally. I shall begin by relating to you all the atest scoops in the vicinity of New York City. After months of snowbound seclusion, Louise Brown, the noted writer and poet, has arrived in the city with her new manuscript. She is emulating her idol Henry David Thoreau. A few nights ago I reviewed a new Broadway hit starring none other than Sylvia Smith, who wrote, produced, and directed it. At the premiere, I ran into Sophie Diamantis, just arrived from England, where she had been visiting an old classmate. She had been in the headlines as a result of her dramatic oration delivered from a soa box in Hyde Park. This ora- tion was a valiant plea for the establishment of a recreation fund for Greek sailors. Also present were the New York socialites, Misses Joanne Braatz and Ellen White, who have been very suc- cessful in the founding of their Elanze School for Young Ladies. The girls, I hear, have a very difficult life-men teachers, breakfast in bed, dances weekly, and imported uniforms from the newly established fashion center, Prague. I was sent to Europe in the early summer to report on various activities and to journey through numerous countries to seek vital and interesting news material. On the atomic plane which I took, there were several notables worth mentioning. Nanci Imboden, the captain of the internationally recognized Mongolian Hunt Team, was also journeying to Europe for the opening season of the Interplanetary Horse Show. Ruth Ketay was enjoying a three months' trip to Europe, expenses ll C0 paid, her reward for having won the National Modeling Contest. After her vacation Ruth plans to begin her career as a Pullover Model. Of course, all of us have heard of the famous commercial for Tickle Pink Soap. Perhaps you have been puzzled by the accompanying hysterical laughter which tickles people. The sound effects are projected by none other than Mary McKeever, who also was on this trip. On to England. Arriving in England, I was immediately invited to a ball given by the wife of the American Am- bassador, Judy Gillson. The occasion was the celebration of American independence from Eng- land. Present at this ball was Madame Fifi, wife of the prominent French lawyer. Also present was the wife of the German Ambassador, the former Roxanne Hensle, who met her husband while translating German at the U. P. While in Paris I went to an Art Exhibition showing a collection of the drawings by the famous surrealist, Mary Jo Eastman. She has been widely acclaimed for her work on schoolday abstractions. I made a quick flight to Switzerland to cover the World Wide Ski Tournament. Lynn Prior was a stellar attraction, as she has recently startled skiing enthusiasts the world over by making the first solo run down Anapurna. I was interested in learning how such a busy woman has so success- fully combined a skiing career with acting as man- aging agent for the renowned athlete Mike Stewart. Journeying from the Swiss Alps, I proceeded to Egypt on my way to darkest Africa. While I was venturing out one moonlit evening, I saw Sally Chambers huddled beside a pyramid, writing letters by a flickering flashlight. I stopped and chatted with her till the late hour of 10:30. I had asked her to whom she was writing, and she said Ann Polak. I further questioned her and found that Ann, having realized her ambition of 'oining the Army, was now traveling through far Tlibet as interpreter for the renowned General Bo umpo . Braving the deep African jungles, ly finallmy caught up with Lee Strain and Anne Wilcox. Dr. Strain and Nurse Willy, as the natives call her, are both doing missionary work among the natives. They are noted for their tireless efforts in attempt- ing to wipe out the deadly virus Knoxitis, which has become a growing menace in the last ten years. It is now prevalent among inhabitants of a certain Long Island village. I was recalled to America to cover the news in Washington because the reporter of the Washing- ton area was in the hospital exchanging his heart for a new one. That's another new discovery in medicine. Arriving at 6:00 in the morning, I bumped into the night watchman. When I re- LD

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last will anh We, the Anniversary Class, of The Knox School of Cooperstown, New York, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and fifty-four, leave as solemnly as possible. We also grudgingly bequeath the following articles to those persons designated, or to those courageous enough to follow in our footsteps. To the Senior Class of next year we wish the best of luck in finding a new browsing room with only one door and a plentiful supply of ash trays. Anne Wilcox leaves with hopes her Hidden Treasure to Jeanne Allen . . . Good luck Jeannel Joanne Braatz leaves New York City night life to Annie Sanders and Margo Hooker. Bobby-Lou Babcock wills Numide to Melba Colt with the hope that she can win musical chairs in the next Carnival horse show. Mary Jo Eastman leaves her electric blanket to Frannie Pierce while she departs quickly to Florida. ' Ruth Ketay wills to any adventurous Long Islanders next year the convenience of her home for a change in atmosphere. Lynn Prior and Beth Hubbell bequeath to Raquel Antuna their hockey stick in the hope that her game may improve. I, Pudgie Stevenson, leave my name Pud- gie to the weight-gaining girls. Anabelle Loeffler deliriousl bequeaths her history weakness to Sandy Schultze trusting that she will improve upon it. Judy Gillson leaves in confusion as usual. Linda Larrison grievingly bequeaths Cornell MEN to Carolyn Babcock in the hope that she can drag one to the altar. Gail Laube leaves to Dixie Dean her daily wanderings and her trips in search of ad- venture. Sylvia Smith leaves her complete set of facial expressions to a fellow contortionist, Jean Leavenworth, in the hope that they will come in useful. Ranita Eastman leaves her tumbling ability to Molly Jean Shuttleworth. Ellen White leaves her two-weeks trip to Nassau to anyone who wants to complete two weeks' work in four days. Terry Stevens leaves her French book to Mona Coury with these parting words, Au revoir. Nancy Swift leaves her pink pajamas to any warm-blooded junior who wants them. Roxanne Hensle leaves a permanent home in Cooperstown for anyone who wants to come back to the old school site. Wendy Kalman sadly wills all lost and home- less dogs with a strong pair of legs to Johnnie with the hope that she will provide enter- tainment for them every afternoon. Nancy Leavenworth hereby wills to Connie Wilber her Sunday afternoon escapades, and Valentino, in the hope that Connie will have as much fun as she did. With warmest aifection Bette Vogt be- queaths the good name of CHUCK to Barbara Blair, hoping that she will take good care of it. At Miss Gordon's uest, Louise Brown, Ann Polak, and Salllyecillhambers reluctantly part with their collective dramatic abilities, in the hope that Ann Belford may nobly carry on the tradition. Linda Wachsman leaves her love for peanut- butter cups to any fanatical junior who has the stomach for them. With memories ofiMiss Gordon's fond recol- lections of Belgium, Frances Hecht hereby wills her Belgian citizenship to her. Corky Gonzales wills her sheets and blankets to Olga Berrizbeitia for those Saturday nights.