Lovelady High School - Panorama Yearbook (Lovelady, TX)

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fgfwrftbwzf l l l io' ll W ... l jaw, lg X u I I 1' ff A im ssdqmg, X It is growing dark on Mars when our huge space ship glides to land there. The lights of the runway are gleaming brightly, and, across from the hangar, neon signs, blinking on and off, proclaim Ye Olde Hot Dogge Stande is open for business. Seeing this, I recall all the details of Earth's exploration of Mars. The Martians, huge, weird-looking, two-headed creatures resisted fiercely the Earthians' invasion of their homeland. It appeared as though the plant could be conquered only by destroying it, until Bill Krenek, walking quietly into UNO headquarters in Westchester, offered a solution. Music, said he, land hot dogsl hath charms to soothe the savage breast. Give me a juke box and plenty of hot dogs and l'll tame the Martiansf' They did-and he did. Now Bill is being hailed as a national hero and has just been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Too, he has become fabulously rich. Two-headed men can eat a lot ot hot dogs. My thoughts then turn to my other schoolmates and I wonder what they are doing in 1956. To wonder is to act in this Age of Science. Turning to my two-way tele- vision time machine I press the earth lever and as I recall each face, a picture forms on the screen before me. I recognize Carnegie Hall even before I see Gene Perry rising from the huge piano and taking a bow hour after hour before the wildly applauding crowd of music lovers. Earle Bartee next appears standing before a huge white house with the sign, Home for Brokenhearted Lovers , above its door. I have heard of Earle's work along this line and of the marvels she has done in curing broken hearts, but this is my first glimpse of it. As I stare at it a taxi drives up and a passerger steps out looking so sad and Woebegone that there can be little doubt that she has come to take the cure. Looking closely, I recognize Norma Glenn, a habitual patient of the home. Five romances have been shattered for her already, I know, so this must be the sixth. The next face to appear is Betty Krenek's. She is teaching mathematics in Sunkehollow, and it the discouraged look on her face means anything, the Skunkehollowites aren't mathematically inclined. Q A 1-1' 1 t 1 v 1 l I i l 5 i l 4 i t I i 4 l 1 3 1 ' E

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My television beam now picks up a scene in the Supreme Court, where Nell Ray, a world famous lawyer, is vociferously arguing a case, causing her associates, those staid judges and followers of precedents, to wince at her, manner as much as her teachers had done in l946. Obeying my thoughts, the scene shifts and there appears a neat radio shop with a sign in front that reads: Radios Fixed-Not for Years-Not for Life-but Forever. William Arthur Harold Loyd Riley, Prop. Next door I see a drugstore which by its sign specializes in selling Dr. Killum's Pills. Howard Karl Sanders stands proudly in front of this sign, and since I know he isn't Dr. Killum, he must be the owner of the drugstore, and this is the big business that he was always talking about . My next picture is the interior of an elaborate beauty salon called Am-lre's. But looking closely I see that Andre is only Barton Goodrum, and the customer to whom he and his entire staff are busily giving the entire works -facial, finger-wave and manicure-is none other than Arrel Harrelson, now a world-famous movie star. As I gaze in awe, several of the operators swoon and have to be replaced by others. They can't take it long at a time, and Barton calls in reserves from among his most callous operators. I am still staring in fascination at this sight, feeling just a little swoony myself, when Genois Bartee, a beautifully groomed young woman of twenty-five, enters the shop. She has just been divorced from her sixth husband and is now en- gaged to an handsome Russian General. Calmly stepping into a booth, she emerges shortly afterward, before my startled eyes, as a perfect platinum blonde. Shuddering, I cast my thoughts elsewhere. I see a sign,. General Hos- pital. Along the corridor walks Mary Bitner, dressed in a crisp, white uniform. Following closely is Faye Keels, a famous veterinarian. They are on their way to the operating room. But what, I Wonder, can Faye be doing there? Then I see the rest of the sign. It reads: Dogs, Cats, and Pets of All Kinds. Rates Reasonable. The picture dims, then fades as another takes its place. The huge steel center of Pittsburgh appears. In one of the thousands of large offices Sybil Parker sits comfortably on her' boss's knee-but it's all right. I remember, in time to keep from passing out from the shock, that exactly two weeks before, Sybil married her boss. 'Lila Iean Walker, I wonder, where is she? A circus appears before my eyes. There she is-the bareback rider, doing flips in mid air. Slim and graceful-she doesn't look like the Lila Iean I knew. Entranced, I gazed at the scene before my eyes. The fat lady wobbles forward and she is none other than Dorothy Broxson. From 100, pounds to 350 in ten years is no mean achievement. - The city of Delhi appears before me. In the middle of the street at a busy intersection sits a man. Legs folded under him, arms crossed, he sits and gazes into space as the crowd surges, separates around him, and presses on. l recognize this untroubled look from my high school days. Yes, it is Ocie LaRue, a world renowned disciple of Yoga. Motionless he sits, the profundity of his thoughts apparent to all. It would be a desecration-also an impossi- bility-to learn these thoughts. I-Iis teachers of high school days must blush in shame when they recall their efforts to bring his thoughts from the higher things of life to such lesser things as Chemistry or English Grammar.