Lincoln High School - Bumblebee Yearbook (Port Arthur, TX)

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4.1 SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Like the Prophet Isiah, I am to forecast the future of this class of 1933. As I look through the cycle of time, I see a very stylish well-dressed lady approving some beautiful dresses for her Smart Shop at 4939 Calumet Avence, Chicago. It was none other than Lawrence DeBlanc. Several days later, I left for Philadelphia and while on the train, whom did I see but Joe Lyons. He recognized me immediately and came over to talk. He is now a very successful architect in St. Louis. . After reaching Philadelphia, I caIIed on Mona Mitchell, who was considered to be one of the most prominent women- lawyers in Philadelphia. Of course, we talked of old school days and had a delightful time together I remained there for a few days, then decided to go to Palm Beach for a few weeks, One day as I was strolling along the water's edge, I saw a couple approaching; the lady looked strangely familiar and I could hardly beiieve my eyes when I recognized her as Agatha Prevost. She introduced me to her husband who was a wealthy real estate man. I learned that Agatha had formerly been his private secretary. 11 Sunday morning Agatha, her husband and I attended m rning services at St. John's Cathedral. We learned that the choir was to broadcast. When the announce- ment had been made, we sat pleasantly surpi'iSed as Blanthe Batiste was leading the singing. She had been in charge of the choir for twu years, and our ears judged of how well she had taught them, As we were leaving the Cathedral we met Lawrence Baysmore. We had previously learned that Baysmore was at that time the greatest scientist in California. He was in Palm Beach because of his wife who had suffered a nervous breakdown. He insisted that we meet her, so we accompanied him to his home and were delighted above meas- ure to meet an old classmate in the person of Arzalia Deese, better knnwn now as Mrs. Baysmore. Myrtle McNulty, manager of a ladies' wholesale store in Salt Lake City, was con- valescing in Palm Beach, because of her recent illness she had not attended any social affairs. As the time was swiftly passing, and I had only about a month of vacation left. I sailed for Paris, bent on a short tour of Europe. My first night in Paris was spent at the Hippodrome with Mr. Melvin Arvie, its owner. 0n the next evening he took me to Sherryts where we dined and watched the chorus girls. I was very much surprised to know that Ella Badgett was leading lady and that Mattie Mitchell and Dorothy Gil- liam were popular girls of the chorus. On our way out we ran into Alexander Lafayette. He immediately offered to see us home in his Packard Straight Eight, As it was yet early we called on Marguerite Wesley, who was at this time a prominent Physicist, made famous by her recent dis- coveries in the field of radio. Early the next morning I was aroused by an outburst of loud talking. I opened my doctor and found several reporters trying to get a story from Helen Johnson, who who was a famous movie actress and was in Paris to make a picture of Parisian life. After having a long conversation with Helen, the urge to travel hit me, so I en- trained for Germany. After arriving in Berlin I became slightly ill and had my- self talmn to a fine hospital. A medical meeting was in session and as I was only slightly ill, I asked for the head nurse. In a few minutes she came in and I was sur- prised out of my illness on beholding Head Nurse Beatrice Guidry; accompanied by her eminent husband, Dr. Peter W. De Blane. They were soie owners of this hospital and it certainly was well equippedt We talked of old school days and Dr. De Blane told me that Attorney Burness Broussard's office was just across the street. I went over to See him, but he was busy. I passed the time away glancing at different books. One of these to my surprise, was written by Esther Gabriel, a successful author, on The Negro of the Present Day. From Germany I went to Rome and there in a magnificent art gallery, among the

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and there was a feeling of genuine friendship throughout the school. And now we come to the fourth and greatest year in the history of the class. We automatically tas was their custom in many thingst became Seniors in September. With the gaining of this title, we began to take ourselves more seriously than ever before, and when I say, useriously, I mean seriously! As the year drew to a close we were positively dizzy with dignity. All this was looked upon with friendly amusement by the teacher-explorers, Who regarded the result of their fourth year of hard labor with rightful pride. They had converted a band of ignorant untamed aborigines into inteiigent courteous citizens of their great school, and had lost only the usual proportion in the process. Better yet, they had folind that for which they had been searching so eagerly, geniusiin fact, several of them; and all of the class were passable. A number of senirrs gained unusual distinction during the year, particularly those whose discovery, so delighted their explorers, Ollie Mae, Ella, Agatha and Arzalia. In order to let the other part of the world know something of the achievement since we we explored; wc radiogramed the Bumble Bee with Woodson Andrews as editor and Beatrice Guidry as associate editor; Burness Broussard as business manager and Ethel Thomas as assistant buiness manager. A class song, a class will and a class motto were adopied and used on every pos- sible occasion, to the despair and anntyance of all other members of the ship, but it was deemed advisable for the sake of peace for the class to ignore them as far as pos- sible, At the expiration of the four years, the principal expressed himself as greatly pleased with the addition to ship and pronounced them all highly eligible for ad- mission as citizens. He praised the work of the explorers and predicted that their names, with those of their discoveries, would be written in history together. VVVVWVV ttBY THEIR SAYINGS YE SHALL KNOW THEMtl I have one rule and that is, Do Right' HPlease govern yourselves accordingly. I shall read or translate the Latin. Come out to spring practice this afternoon.n Boys and girls this reminds me of a little story that goes- Well, my dear child, you should have known. Always remember neatness in arranging a meal. nYon big fat buster. As a member of the Good Manners Club. I have an entertainment for the benefit of the school, tell all of your friends. Get more pep in you, open your mouths and sing; now that's it. nDon't cut them potatoes like that, girl. Say roommate do you know that- ' uI can prove that t2-6 isn't 0 it's not true. Oh, Miss Treat, that's sume-the-thingli That's the way I understood it twrong wayl. Lemme tell you: lemme tell you.u Oh, shucks! I wanted to tell you! Please be quiet. Clean up and brush up every day.

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paintings of the masters of all Europe, I saw a beautiful picture painted by a famous woman painter, Ethel Thomas. My vacation had just about come to an end, so I sailed for home and arrived in New York safely where I remained far a few days before taking up my work in Hollywood. I was standing in the lobby of Hotel Buffalo when suddenly I noticed twa beauti- ful ladies elegantly dressed, approaching me. They stopped and I stared in amazement as I recognized Annie Mae Calhoun and Ollie Mae Olivier. After a brief conversation, I learned that they were the joint owners of a chain of hotels including Hotel Buffalo, where I was staying. Later, on the same afternoon they took me out tu their mansion on Riverside Drive. We spent a very pleasant evening there and it was from them that I learned that our class was going to have a reunion at their mansion, late in August. As I was thinking of the fun we would have I was rudely awakened by the alarm clock, bringing me back from dreamland to grim realities. It was a dream and I sin- cerely hope that this class of 1933 shall realize this dream. VVVVVVVV CLASS SONG OUR HIGH SCHOOL DAYS T , une Rosary The hours we spent with thee dear school, Are like a string of pearls to us. We count them over every one apart, Our high school days, Our high school days. Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer To still our hearts in parting wrung. We'll miss each classmate to the end. And then our hearts are sad. 0! memories that bless and burn! 0! fruitful gain but bitter loss. We bid each one to strive, at last to learn T0 face the world, dear classmates, To face the world. eBy Seniors