Louisville Male High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Louisville, KY)

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since become quite a distinguished figure in the art world Cfor menj, I have been in- formed. After a little hurried preparation and a few hours of sleep, I was on my way to be once more with my classmates of many years past. The trip to Chicago took but a few hours, and on arrival I was greeted by BEN who enlightened me on many things. BILL RUPP, he told us, is coaching football at Indiana University, and because an addition to the family is expected soon, he will be unable to be on hand. CWe hope it's a b-oyb. Presently cynic Cas alwaysj BISHOP came up in the same old slow, drawn out manner, showing that he hadn't changed a bit. He had but little to add to what BEN had told me since we had been talking about two hours. He -did, however, tell me that WHITNEY OIBANNON and HARRELD DE MUNBRUN were in town last week playing in the National Golf Tournament. The stewardess informed us that the plane for Louisville left in five minutes, so we postponed our conversation until we were seated on the plane. I learned a few minutes after we were off the ground that the old Male High Spirit still lived in the boys, by the way BEN and JIM would look when the stewardess would pass our seat. When she would not interrupt us by passing our seat, we kept the conversation going by a wide range of subjects. The plane arrived at three-fifteen and upon emerging, who should I see but ADDISON LEE Cwho now has an Addison Lee, IV j,, who has succeeded his father as chairman of the air board, I later learned. He has done wonders, I could see, by having the field completely surfaced and by providing seventeen hang-ers for the south side of the field. He gave us a hardy welcome which meant a great deal to us strayed northerners, and he took us in town. On our way to town, we stopped to look at a wreck. On inquiring we found that the driver of the truck which exceeded the speed limit had side-swiped an o-ld Buick which looked familiar even after all these years..We listened to first one conversation and then another, and with what we could put togeth-er, we learned that the old open job belonged to HARREL NEWTON TAGUE fwho just finished putting out his seventy-fifth 'fBulldog'lJg and the driver of the truck was BUDDY MENDEL, who was a little on the high side. After a half an hour of hurried livinjg over the past, we reached the hotel where we had made reservation through JACK BLAND who, through his personality, has obtained the position of manager. He told us the boys were coming in from everywhere. BUCK SOUTHARD came in last rom New York with BEN F INNEGAN , whom he met in Cincinnati. BILL KIMMEL, the only one of the old class to represent us in Hollywood, the is photographing a big job there, jimmy Fiddler tells mel, will be in on the late plane this afternoon, and UDADIEH MEN EFEE, who is manager of one of the branches of his father's paint company in South America, will be in a little later. A big commotion in the lobby which interrupted our conversation resulted in the appearance of OWEN GORE, who was passing rout tips on the ponies to all who would listen. OWEN, relieving himself of the hilarious group, approached a more dignified person who had just entered, anud turned out to be none other than DICK SPEIDEL, who is running for United States Senator, come next November, sporting a six-inch cigar, whose smoke practically obscured OWEN S flashy attire. At the point of greeting, they were met by L. HERRIMANN whose lot it had fallen to eject from the lobby all supersaturated alumni. The evening passed rapidly and part of the morning slipped in before I found my way to my room to drop my tired bones. Investigating a heavy thump which fell on the door quite early, I found BILL TYLER fwho had just been made a Kentucky Colonel for inventing a new kind of mint julep-TYLER juleplj looking as well as ever. He had dropped by the hotel to pay me a visit and talk over old times. We went Male igh '38

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1938 Senior Class Officers BILL RUPP HUNT CRAWFORD President Vice-President WESLEY CUNNINGHAM JIM BISHOP Treasurer Secretary RUSSEL GRESHAM BILL TYLER Historian Sgt.-at-Arms BILLY WOODS BOB BREIDENTHAL Prophet Poet Q Class of1938 Prophecy Come let us reason together. Let us turn back to the happy days when we were carefree students at Dear Old Male High, laughing and joking between classes and planning what to do after school was out. We had no Worries other than small ones which were but trilies, when we stop to think of them now. While we are looking into the past, let us stop to think what was accomplished in those three years: There is no question that the guidance which we received has benefited us greatly. In Whatever field we have ventured, it is easy to see how Male High graduates outshine the others. This is because in our high school career we came into possession of one of the greatest things obtainable. It is an invulnerable bond of friendship that binds us together as nothing else can. Well, we cannot live over the past indefinitely, for as time moves on, so must we. I must get up from my warm reclining chair by the open fireplace which overlooks Lake Nancy, near Minong, Wisconsin, and get ready to leave for Louisville. There, I shall once more join my fellow classmates in a reunion. I am planning 'to fly to Chicago where I will meet BEN BOONE who is playing professional ball with the Cubs, and JIM BISHOP who landed a job some years ago with Petty of 'tEsquirel' fame. He has The Bulldog

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down to the coffee shop for a snack, and ran into TOM STEIN who is one of the big shots at the 'City Hall. He told us that JOHN SAWYER was Editor of the Courier- Journailj' carrying it on a fine way. TOM with the same big-shot air, promised us a police escort around town, but we are still waiting. We left the coffee shop to go up to the ballroom to attend the first meeting. At the entrance, there was a small group talking over old times which BILL and I joined for a few minutes. I learned that JOHN TATUM is living in Lexington, Kentucky, in order that he wonlt miss any of the college dances. ED MORTON, who has never departed with that quiet way of his, is practicing law down at Pole-Cat Hollow. E. C. HOAGLAND is still around town, and, believe it or not, QI can'tJ, he is the only one accounted for that is a bachelor. He gave several excuses for this, but none bore much weight, and he was razzed even more. A heavy rap of the gav-el told us the meeting had started, so we took seats just inside the door. Looking around to recognize the different faces, I saw HUNT CRAW- FORD fwho just published a volume of short storiesj, presiding over the meeting, FARREL BRADY, who is working on a government dam down the Ohio, and RUDY KEELING fa teacher at Male, and coach of J. VJ, strutting an old H which he had no doubt dug out from his old keepsakes. TOM SHEA in his best uniform with all his insignia polished plainly, showed he was a captain in the army. JAY LEO ROST fwho is running for principal of Halleck Hall on the communist ticketj, with a radical thought in mind, jumped to the floor, but was immediately put in his place by JIM F INLEY and BILL WAREINQG fwho won the Olympic pole-vault awardj who re- membered him from way back. When all was quiet, GEORGE SCHUSTER fthe new Tyrone Powerj, told RUSSEL GRESHAM, who is still working on his liberal arts-law-commerce degrees, a joke which sent him into hysterics. To top this off, who should stroll in but JIM POPE, who ha.s been married tand divorced, of coursej six times, in an outfit that would make f'Esquire look old and out of place. It has been rumored about, that once a year, ROIST, POPE, and BISHOP get together and play practical jokes and cynicize on each other. In an inconspicuous corner, could be seen GEORGE BRITE MERCHANT, M. D., discussing the most recent social activities with his fellow doctors. The gathering disbanded with the agreement that we would meet downstairs for ra final chat. In the lobby all were gathered in small groups. I made it a point to go from group to group hoping to speak to some of the fellows which I had not had a chance to do any sooner. ANDREW SEA, who writes the Dorothy Dix column folr the 'Louisville Daily Scoop, QDAVID FOWLER is editorj, was in a deep argument with JIM BOSTAIN who keeps track of all the alumniis blessed events in the aforemen- tioned paper, over some Latin phrases, which had to be settled by WILSON GITTLE- MAN, who proved to be the only scholar in the entire group, but this is easily under- stood as he is a professor at the University of Louisville. In another group, JIM La PLANT E was trying to convince LOUIS HERRMANN that a Plymouth could outrun a Ford. LOUIS, completely disgusted, invited JIM out to his home for a game of badminton, to offset the possible loss of temper. Time passed so fast that before I realized it, I had but thirty minutes to catch my plane. Only taking time to gather up my belongings, I hurried to the airport with- out telling many good-byes. Relaxing as soon as I boarded the plane, I began to piece together in my mind as near as possible, what had happened in these two days. It seemed as though I were ten years younger, when I thought of all those faces which, for fifteen years, I had not seen. After about an hour of deep thought, I fell asleep only to awake when we landed at Minong. When I reached my office, I read ont the door, NB. J. WOODS, Attorney at Law. With an inspiration to work harder and achieve more I opened the door to start anew with ten years off my chest. -Billy Woods, Class Prophet, 1938. Twenty The Bulldog