Peabody Demonstration School - Volunteer Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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VOLUNTEER J ,Ea 'WO Prophecy for Class of '46 101 On july 4, 1951, a grey mist hangs over New Yorkg the buildings glisteng water drips from awnings as the pavement steams. A grey figure steps from a doorway into a waiting cab. In the eerie light, he seems transparent-indeed, he is of the other world-the Spirit of '46! As the cab hurtles through the canyon-like streets, he sits quietly in the corner, making notes on long pieces of paper. VVhat are they? VVhy it's a list of the class of '46 at P. IJ. his Alma Mater. Yes. there's- Barbara Amiermn, model for those pictures a la VVatteau by R011 McDonald, foremost artist of the period. It seems he is still drawing her. Let's follow and rind out where he is going. YVhat's this? VVhy. look more closely at the cab. Aren't those letters on the side C. C. C. ? Of course, that's the Cathcart Cab Concern. You remember Mary Louise, the girl who took anybody anywhere any time he wanted to go. Look! The cab is stopping at the VValdorf Astoria. Opening the door is Tommy famimnf I thought I heard that one didn't need an education for a job like that. WVell. we're going in. VVonder what that Hash was. Oh, I see: it's Lew Wallace and his camera from Life. NVho is that behind him? It's Duff Lovin getting ideas for more of her hilarious cartoons for the Tifmxv. She's looking as beautiful as ever. We hear soft C?j music coming from the Wedgewood Room. Something famil- iar? Sure, it's Carl Moor and his Moorish Moors, co-starring Amy Wfzafdinglon and her tantalizing trombone. In the corner is Bill Marlin standing on a soap box singing Onward Christian Soldiers with Angela Brmwl. They are clashing with the Moorish Moors and passing the hat for the benefit of Bill and Angela. At a table surrounded by photographers and autograph hunters, we spot the Vivian Leigh of our time, Sara Cox, appearing on the revival of Gam' Wilh Me Wimi at Radio City Music Hall. Trying to keep the eager fans back is her manager, Belly Huglzex. Wowers model Margie Jomav is attracting just as big a crowd while posing exotically for Creamn C Iaylon-'J sketching. Leaving the companionable group, we follow the spirit into the lobby where we are met by Trudy Lz1.t.wtrr and Katy Afldvrxmz, duo-pianists, who have had a very successful tour. Gossip says Trudy is writing a scandal sheet on the side. Out in the street, we-well what do you know? There's Lucy Wiliam, the new head of the Bureau of Missing Persons, but as I was saying when I was so rudely Page 'Twenty One

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Wf' if 17? ,, 1 , ' if VOLUNTEER Page Twenty Looking Ahead '-01 My friends, Commencement Day at last is here, XVhich means each one must start and take his way Along Life's unknown road: we can not stay To hold the comradeship which is so dear. Our friendships have grown stronger, year by year Our joys and sorrows have been shared each clay: What lies before us only God can say- '1'he world is there. Yet we have naught to fear, Naught but ourselves. ln this Atomic Age Our task is plain: we buckle fast the mail On shoulders squared and step forth to engage ifortes of Sin and Ignorance: we dare not fail. Unconquered we must stand: though battles rage. VVe fight for Truth and tind the Holy Grail. ROBERT HEl,ToN

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interrupted, across the street on that billboard! It's Betty Barbee in an ad for Conti Shampoo. Knew that beautiful hair would get her places. We follow the little man in grey down Fifth Avenue, and get the shock of our lives. Under a huge Harvey's Has It sign, in not so huge letters, is written Bah Mamie, President and jim Marh, Vice-president. Talk about expanding! Continuing our stroll down Fifth our little Grey Man is stopped by a large group of people. Somebody is measuring the Empire State Building. It's Yat Williams. He says he's going to build a bigger one. Look over there in the crowd. Those two buyers from Sak's, Fifth Avenue, Martha Keith and Bettye Schnmpert, are chatting with Lillian Jennings. No Dumpy no more. Du Barry done did it. There goes lean Slaynzaker on the way to her job as hostess at the Hotel New Yorker, and with her is La Dena Wingo, cor- responding secretary for Harvey's. We enter the Empire State and are surprised to see Richard jahnxon, elevator boy. At every fioor we hear Jane Elam'.f sigh, Oh, Nick! After seeing the city from on high we drop to the main floor and proceed on our way. Meandering down Fifth Avenue we notice the little man is entering a pet shopg over the door is a sign, upside-down and backwards- Purchase Pedigreed Poodles at M00dy,J and McMahan's Menagerie. Entering the pet shop, we see Naomi Yampol buying birdseed in one-hundred-pound bags for her jailbirds at the VVomen's Penitentiary. She's a great reformer and raises stool-pigeons. We come out into the drizzle to see Jean Shvrrell, under the Roxy Marquee Spellbound fthat's a pun, sonj by the city's heights. Out of that bookstore across the street appears someone familiar. Her face framed by the stack of books she is carrying, reveals Helen Sharpe, engaged in scholarly research. Hailing a taxi QC. C. C. of coursej, the Spirit whispers to the driver, and he heads for the Stork Club. On the way, we are overtaken and passed by a charging figure on snow shoes shortly preceded by another cab containing one horror-stricken male animal. At regular intervals, we can hear a plaintive cry, Oh, Jack! ! !?! As you probably have guessed, it's Gloria Burton. Upon our arrival, we are met by a hurtling figure on the large side fenormous, that isj. It's just a mirage, we say hopefullyg but, no, it's that great All-American football star, Earl Woolwine, in the pose of a ballet dancer, having been thrown out on his ear by Via Bernal, the bouncer. Ambling in we find Nanny Burch, having just returned from a transoceanic swim. Conversing with her is the glamorous person Jean Friedman, who is now advertising for Coro's exclusive jewelry store. As the little man makes his way through the crowd, he runs into Mervdeth Henry, selling king-size cigarettes. At the check room, we are surprised to find Mary Ann Throne- herry and Cathy Branch, cute in pink and purple tights, lighting over aged Van Johnson's crutch. It seems that he got too old to run any more and Betxye Turner finally caught him for sho', 'cause here she is, with the end of his chain shackled to Page Twenty Two VOLUNTEER