Memphis Technical High School - Review Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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crowd and I watched Sue Crockett and Rosemary Horns- by try out the new invisible washing machine until the guard, Vernon Goldsmith, made them stop. They had the hardest time trying to locate that thing and turn it off. Just then the lights were lowered and the master of ceremonies came out to tell us that there was a distin- guished visitor in thi.: audience. The spotlight focused on my assistant, Denby Brandon, who was awarded the medal for meritorious service in the humble task of street cleaning. Bill Dempsey, master of ceremonies, had to wake him up so that he could pin the medal on him. I wish Denby would get out of the habit of going to sleep while leaning on his broom. The lights went back on and Billy announced that famous comedy duet of Richard Burnett and Enoch Morris. Their most famous act was for them all to stand on their hands and quote Macbeth. Richard always brought the house down with Lady Macbeth's famous slcepwalking scene. He always goes to sleep right in the middle of it. Nona Richardson walked up and handed me a letter in code from the local F. B. I. agent, John Cummins. John wanted me to be on thc lookout for spies from Central. I found four them hiding behind a wall watching Tommie Lee Tyler, Rose Ann Johnson, Josephine Migliaccio and Ellen Dahlberg model clothes. I called John and he took them away and told them about the great victories Tech had won over Central. They were reformed by the time he -got through with them. I left the fair to make a phone call in the drugstore across the street. Jean Templeton and Marie Harris ganged up on me and tried to get me to buy half interest in their new discovery. It seems that they tried to sell it to everyone, but no one was interested in how they made rubber from paper and sand. Marjorie Denker came up and shook my hand. I'll be glad when she decides to give it back to me. She took PAGE FIFTY-SIX me out and showed me some snapshots of th-e champion swimming team of America. All she had to do was send 15 cents and 11 box tops from Mr. Sunshine's Cheerful Breakfast Foods. I saw that it was autographed by Uis Johnson, Pittman Warren, Lea Joyner and Henry Cross. When I finally escaped from Marjorie I ran across the street to the Handy-Dandy Helicopter Repair Shop run by Eugene Inman. I gave thlem the keys and told them to give the junk heap the once over. Then I told them to stop staring at me! The traffic cop, George Tyson, bawled me out for knocking down Admiral James Derryberry. who had just won the battle of Memphis. Eugene Smith, famous painter, came up and offered to do my portrait for 15 cents. But I refused. The prices these days are outrageous! I watched him walk up to Virginia Thompson, ovsmer of the 'We Make You Glam- orous in Five Minutes or Your Money Back Beauty Shop, and asked her to pose. She refused after finding one hair out of place. I was astounded at the next sight that caught my eye. I first saw it as I turned the corner. It was then that I heard laughter. I looked around for Bob Hope, but saw no one. Then as my arm was pulled out of socket fit's a good thing I'm double'-jointedl 1 realized where I was. The center of attraction for was it repulsion?J I was, even Miss Johnston was looking at me. But I was looking at that enormous horse-whip in her hand and that gleam in her -eye. It seems-some- one told me as I was bandaged up-that Miss Johnston had been calling on me to read for the last 15 minutes, but me-I had to go and be a prophet! Oh, well. another day, another zero. -It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

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had her own porgram each Monday and was recently voted America's favorite songstress. I left them and walked past the Italian Building, where I stopped to talk awhile with Neda Bernadini, who was dean of nurses at Johns Hopkins. While I was talking to Neda, someone fell down the steps, and I recognized Benton Ellis, who is still trying to get Neda to eat lunch with him. She told me that several of the old Tech girls were nurses at Johns Hopkins. They were Betty Clause, Maxine Roberson, Dixie Rogers, Louise N ickas and Char- lotte Skipworth. Neda refused to eat with Benton, so we went to the Male Beauty Show, starring Jim Curry, Jerry Tedder and Jack Wallace. We cast our vote for J im' Curry. CHAPTER I As I was gently snoring away, the visophone jangled in my ear and gently f?J woke me. It was the boss, who told me to get out to the fair and get a scoop story on Irving Evan's band that was playing in the Green Room, Hotel David McCommon. I As I walked in I got the autograph of the screen idol, Guy Akin, who always had a trained nurse with him to revive the girls that fainted at the sight of him. His lat- est picture was Burning Hearts. His co-star is Evelyn Joyner. ' I walked up to Irving and began to talk. His vocalist came over and I recognized Betty Jane Wortham. She told me that Darrel Hall was the drummer in the band but he wasn't there. He came in later with two bottles of W. W, Widdle-Waddle cole. I refused because one bot- tle of that stuff always make me just a little bit silly. Robert Butler came up and asked me to dance. C'I'he next day I gave pediatrician Sam Alabaster a lot of busi- nessb. , I left the Green Room and walked over to the ferris wheel, an old worn-out contraption. I watched Coleen Scott, Mary McCollum and Janice Crenshaw climb into one seat. I hope they had a good time because I was too scared to look. Annie Marie Scott and Cecil Green- land came up and asked me to go into the Science Build- ing with them. When w'e' walked in we were greeted by Genie Sheldon, who said she was going to make a record- ing of her voice. Genie had been in the Metropolitan, for more than four years. Eugene Anderson came and asked me if I would like to go as an invited guest on his rocket trip to the moon. I declined and then they came and led him gently away. Charles Lopez came' up and offered me a bite of his 20-inch hot dog. I couldn't get but ten inches in my mouth, durn it. Just then Freddie Moran, the singing tele- graph girl, brought me a visophone message from the boss. He wanted m-e' to come back and clean the office up like I was supposed to do. I sent a message telling him that I would be back tomorrow, I was having too much fun now. As I stood on the weighing machine, Dorothy Wilkins came up and put her foot on the back of it. I knew I didn't weigh 300 pounds. She and Kath- liven Bryan dragged me off to B. G. Brown's New Or- lean's Restaurant for a S5 bite to eat. Francis George, Who-Who Girl of 1954, came over to speak to us. She's a modfcl at Max Raulins' exclusive shop for women on Fifth Avenue in New York. She's being seen around New York with that playbody, Wilfred Buddy McCord. Gene Whitaker took our order. There has been a little trouble lately in trying to get Gene to bring you some- thing besides mashed potatoes and gravy. No matt-er what you order, you still get mashed potatoes and gravy. She says that's it a. throwback to the lunchroom at Tech. I said goodbye to Dorothy and bumped into Rose Ma- rie Wleber, who, with Faye Shelton, has opened an an- tique shop in Philadelphia. Harold I-Iaire, Noel Ellis, Al- len Roberts and George Harmon were cigarette boys in a night club in Philadelphia, so Rose Marie told me. I felt that it was time for me to go home and get a good day's rest. I don't believe I could sleep without my vi- brating mattress. Bill Stannard was keeping my helicopter in his garage. Martha Allen, the cashier, took my money and I drove home. I let my chauffeur, Ralph Baker, drive tonight. He turned on the radio and we listened to a debate between Joye Marie Glass and Mary Ruth Scott on the subject of whether Nancy Summers or Edith I-Ie.-ad designs the cutest clothes. I went to sleep before I ever found out who won. CHAPTER III Since the fair was due to last a year and my boss was threatening me, I felt that I had better get some more work done after loafing two days. I went to the new section of the Exposition where they had scenes of the future world. These scenes were shown in little booths. I spied Milton Simkin and Jack Moyle going into the one called Bathing Suits of the Future. I've never seen two more satisfied wolves when those boys came out. Bill Wallace came over to speak and offered to buy me a coke. Those things are almost out of date by now. We went to the Aviation Building, where we lookied at some models of various planes used in the last great war. He had to ask the guard what that twin-tailed plane called. I think it was a P-383 never heard of it. Charles Sarver walked up with a brand new suit of plastic and wood fiber. He was the advertising man for Bond's Credit Clothing Store. He gets 35.00 a day just for wearing that suit and a neon sign on his back. Gee, some folks get all the luck. Just then I heard a terrible shriek and I knew that Jeanne Benderman was giving a show at the main auditorium. She's better known as Lulu Belle McQuirtlebettle, the famous yodeler. Jeanne's really going up in this world, and I do mean up, some day the're going to string her up. A census was taken last year and she had given more people nervous break- downs with her singing than any other cause known to man. Jeanne Ford passed by with Brooks Talley. Tlre'y're being compared to that famous team of years ago, Hum- phrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. I watched Anna Whit- ney, Dorothy McSwain and Margie Cusic run after them to get their autographs. Silly girls, I got mine months ago. I left that interesting spot tbecause I didn't have an- other nickel to put into the parking meterj and moved on to the big Main Auditorium. I watched the famous dance team of Millwood and Sawtelle thrill the audience with their lovely dances. I turned around to look at the PAGE FITY-FIVE

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