Martinsville High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Martinsville, IL)

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The 1044 Blue Strvclk Maintenance To you we extend a vote of thanks! him a favorite among all of the students and faculty. Mr. Patchett, our custodian. has given freely and generously of his time and services. His patience and willingness to do for us, not only the large tasks. but also the small things. uncomplainingly. has made There are smiles that make us huppyf? .aa df' Neff' I-Ie's in the Navy nowf Posz'n!fno practicin' Birds of cz feather flock together. What youse guys lookin' at?

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The next evening I was very fortunate in getting a ring-side seat at Madison Square Gar- den's biggest event of the year-the heavy-weight championship match. It was with pride that I saw little Ernest Morgan overcome the Black Bomber in the fifteenth round. Erma Gray's strong. vibrant voice carried the match to the waiting world punch by punch, My trip to France was made very pleasant by WAVES. Eula Faye McKee and Freda Burk- ett. They were serving as deck hands and assured me that the WAVES surely did get around these days. My first stop was in Paris at the Ferguson Beauty Salon where Alvis himself gave me one of his famous French linger-waves. At the University of Vienna, I conferred with Dr. James Weldon, Ph.D., P.D.Q., whose last great discovery had placed him among the foremost scientists of the day, and rendered poisonous gasses absolutely harmless. Dr. Weldon had discovered that by holding the breath until the gasses had cleared away, one was not affected by them at all. Pilot Billy Moore and Co-Pilot Peggy Rardin flew me to Ethiopia where I found I.orenc Rogers and Wilma Miller conducting P. E. classes for the natives, who were highly delighted when Wilma demonstrated perfect poise and equilibrium by walking the tight rope with a pitcher of water balanced on her head. In Bagdad, I received the shock of my life. Don Swope. turbaned, bearded, robed and ro- bust, met me at the station and generously offered to show me through his harem. I had to decline the honor because of a previous engagement with President Carroll Shade of the A'Dig- No-More Wells Oil Company. Mystic India at lastl And now I must divulge my secret mission. Several years before, Wanda Richart had gone to the South Sea Islands as a pearl diver. but had later gone to India and completely disappeared. After weeks of searching, aided by a native safari, I found her deep in the jungles, surrounded by snakes of all kinds and descriptions-big snakes, little snakes, fat snakes and skinny snakes. all swaying in rhythmic unison to the dulcet tones of Wanda's flute. In vain I tried to persuade her to give up this pagan existence and return to the land of her birth, but she had gone completely native and flatly refused. Bitterly disappointed, I turned my face to the north, crossing the lofty Himalayas, the mighty Yangtze, and the broad Whang-Ho and after many weeks arrived in Peking, where I was royally entertained by Madame Chiang. When I remarked upon the excellent flavor of the dinner. she assured me that all honors should go to her head cook, Grace Zachary, who had come to China as a missionary, but had, at Madam's earnest entreaties, resigned and accepted this more lucrative position. Grace, no doubt, owes her success to the valuable train- ing she received while slinging hash in Martinsville's leading beanery. Deep in the heart of the International Settlement District of Shanghai, I found Dr. Patri- cia Cunningham carrying on her medical researches by experimenting upon poor little Chinese Guinea Pigs Cshe would have preferred Jap but there weren't enough left after the ward. As a pastime she collected marbles and I found her crying because someone told her that two and two were five and she always got four. Poor Patf She never was very bright in Math. Ambassador Bonnie Garver showed me over the city of Manila and I was surprised to see the natives conducting their own affairs so well. The Golden Gate surely looked good to me, and after seeing the previews of Betty Ger- main's latest picture, O-h, Why Did I Ever Leave Home? I headed across country for Mar- tinsville. 18 The 1044 Blue Slreak

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