Pittsfield High School - Saukee Yearbook (Pittsfield, IL)

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HIC-B CLASS PROPHECY It was a cold stormy night in December, 1946, in the big city of. New York. I was returning to my little apartment uptown, from a hard day's work at the office, cling- ing precariousy to the hand-strap in the crowded subway. Suddenly, I thought that the face of the man next to me had a familiar look. Observing him more cfosely, I recognized my old school mate of P. H. S., Leo Ritter. Overcoming my shyness, I spoke to him and so-on we were deep in a discussion of old times and old friends. He said that he was in the radio business, and gradually he disclosed the fact that he was se- cretly working on a marvelous new invention of a television machine which would revo- lutionize the world of science. Seeing my enthusiastic interest, he immediately invited me to come with him to his laboratory ard view this scientific wonder. We got off at the next statlon and walked the short block back to his laboratory. There it stood, a huge shining monster with countless gadgets and dials necessary for its operation. Soon he had it spinning, whirring smoothly., and at intervals flashing bright gleams of light. Smiling, he turned to me and a.ked what I would like to see most of anything in the world. F-or old times' sake, I sai-d, let's see if we can locate everyone of our class mates who graduated from P. H. S. in 1936. The needle of the large dial was pointing to New York and Leo said that that was as good a starting place as any. If any of our old friends are here, he said, we shall find them. Soon there flashed from the machine the great white lights of Broadway and to our watching eyes they spelled the name of Frances Capps and her stage revue. As if we had entered and were inside the theater, we saw the great chorus on the stage led by our sch-ool mate who had become the greatest star ever known to the dancing world. In all her acts she was accompanied by that wizard of the piano, Jane Cosgrove. Then to Fifth Avenue we went tn see Pauline Allard and Wanda Lee Ervin, modeling beautiful gowns. In a fiash we were at Columbia University listening to Dr. Helen Kientzle, Professor of Mathematics, lecturing to a class on the theory of equations, We found Marceline Atwood, who was head of the Carnegie Library Association, living in Brooklyn, and Mavis Turnbaugh playing in the Ladies Orchestra at the Metropolitan where Madelvn Brunswick is the leading star for the season. In fact, Admiral and Mrs. Kieth CQoninger fthe former Kathryn Kientzlel were entertaining the Misses Turnbaugh and Bgunswick at one of their 0'lebrated dinners in their penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The scene shiftrd and we were in the midst of an enormous crowd, cheering and yelling like mad as the skaters sped swiftly -over the ice in a thrilling game of hockey. As one of the men turned from executing a beautiful play, we saw he was our old friend. Milton Berry, and on the side lines cheering was the big man of Wa'l Street, with a derby and a cigar, none other than William Rowe, and beside him, his guests for the evening, thelfamous football coach from Notre Dame, David Murphy, and his assis- tant, Edward Chappell. , After we had waited a few minutes and no more pictures were forthcoming, we turn- ed the needle of the dial t-o Washington and we found Dorothy Moore at the head of the Red Cross Nurses in Washington and in the same division three of the most outstanding nurses of the Red Cross, Gwendolyn Harris, Jeanette Aber and Louise Bonnett. In the Capitol we found Victor Callender, the dignified Secretary of Agriculture, dictating pon- derous sentences to his pretty and efficient stenographer, Constance Sneeden. As this was all we could see in Washington, we turned the needle to Chicago. There was a flash of lightg we found ourselves in the quaint and charming tea-room, The Spfnning Wheel, owned an-d operated by Ruth Zimmerman. Her guests were enter- tained by Harrison Underwood's Orchestra and the one and only Howard Reeder. Sta- tion WLS was announced. Much to my surprise I heard Lucile Long, -one of our grafl- uates, now doubling for Lucille Long, the radio star. On the staff of the Chicago Trib- une, I recognized the cartoonist as our old friend, Raymond Carrel, and in the glitter- ing Blackhawk, Mardell Conboy was presiding as night club hostess. As usual,I was interested in the latest fashions for the season, and much to my surprise, I found Doro- thy Smith as dress designer for the Butterick Patterns. Now from the business section to the professional men in sports. Robert Ransom was 'playing -on the professional Basketball team, we remembered him for his excellent Work done in '36. Out on the ath-

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.HIC-B CII, AgH6S Jordan, do will and bequeath my friendship with June Carrel to Katherine aus. I, Katherine Kientzle, do will and bequeath my motto A well dressed lady Wins admira- tion wherever she goes to Sue Weaver. I, Lucile Long, do will and bequeath my ability to carry on arguments to Charles Crump. I, Ralph Lovell, do will and beqeuath my quiet unassuming air to Vincent Zimmerman. l, Helen MCCHYUIGY, do will and bequeath my inquisitive nature to Mary Cobb. I, George McGann, do will and bequeath my positions as Editor-in-Chief of this an- nual and President of the Student Council to Glenn Foster, I,Ketl1leeI1 MCGUU9, do will and bequeath my ability to take shorthand to Florine Shonhart. I, Milburn Manker, do will and bequeath my brawny sinews to Paul Laird. I, Dorothy Moore, d-o will and bequeath my appendectomy to Betty Zimmerman. I, David Murphy, do will and bequeath my ability to play football to Joe Iftner. I, Grace Murphy, do w.ll and bequeath my loud and boisterous ways to Marjorie Claus. I, Ruby Newman, do will and bequeath my light blond hair and beautiful blue eyes to Warren J ohnson. I, Charles Niebur, do will and bequeath my indolence to George Webel. Robert Ransom, do will and bequeath my basketball ability to Merle Shaw Barber. Howard Reeder, do will and bequeath my talent for singing to Paul Shonhart. I, Virginia Rcnoud, do will and bequeath my golden l-ocks to Dorothy Dimmitt, I, Leo Ritter, do will and bequeath my brown and white checked scarf to Dale Wind- miller. I, Maude Royalty, do will and bequeath my look of domestic bliss to Elean-or Baker. I, William Rowe, do will and bequeath my always neatly combed hair to Eldon Carr. I, Howard Sanders, do will and bequeath my extraordinary humor to Donald Carnes. I, Louie Sidwell, do will and bequeath my maxim 'Silence is golden' to Pauline Conboy. I, Dorothy Smith, do will and bequeath my book 'How To Live Without Men' to Na- dine Ottawa. I, Wilma Smith, do will and bequeath my love for chewing gum to Eleanor Bergman. I, Constance Sneeden, do will and bequeath my ability to recite poetry to Margie Claus. I, Carmen Scranton, do will and bequeath my flirting habit to Stuart Lloyd. I, Nac-n'.i Toland, d-o will and bequeath my melodious laughter to William Batz. I, Mavis Turnbaugh, do will and bequeath my place on the debate team to Milburn Ruble. I, Harrison Underwood, do will and bequeath my position as President of the Boys' Glee Club to Logan Dunham. I, Virginia Wall, do will and bequeath my serene quietness to Elizabeth Foster. I, Glenn Ward, do will and bequeath my interest in Louisiana to Benny Niebur. I, Virginia Ward, do will and bequeath my serious disposition to Mary Beth Williams. I, Bert Westlake, do will and bequeath my faithful bike to Frank Penstone. I, Chester Whitten, do will and bequeath my place on the football squad to Robert Kell . I,llVIildred Williams, do will and bequeath my becoming blushes to Margaret Jane Sloan. I, Helen Lee Wlnans, do will and bequeath my talent as a singer to Athene Zimmerman. I, George Yelliott, do will and bequeath my basket shooting ability to Donald Murphy. I, Ruth Zimmerman, do will and bequeath my position as clarinet player in the P. H. S. band to John Caughlan. i In testimony whereof, we do hereby set our hand and seal this first day of May, nineteen hundred thirty-six. I, I, tSignedD '36,

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1-ue--B letic field, Chester Whitten was the water boy for the Chicago Bears. His humor help- ed to keep the spirit of the team up. Turning the needle we were at the Kansas City Public Power and Light Company where Junior Hillman was employed as an electrician, and Warren Weaver as the chief engineer. Acress the city, Grace Murphy, the wife -of John F. Percell, a cement manu- facturer, was living in a modern English cottage. Helen McCartney was the goveinoss of Mrs. Percell's two lovely children. The scene moved on westward until we came to Salt Lake City, the honie of William Ellis, President of the Nation Wide chain stores. With a quick change of the dial we were in Denver, Colorado. Here Inez Conroy is at the head of the Humanitarian Move- ment. Next we heard the old familiar song Wahoo sung by Leland Houseweart, chief cow-puncher on the Circelo ranch owned by Everett Howell. Everett was listening intently with a homesick look on his face. - Whirling the needle showed us Europe in all of its magnificent splendor. The class '36 was represented at the Olympics by Mildred Williams who was taking the place Kit Klein competing with Sonja Kaltemeyer of Norway for the championship title in Women's Skating. Among the spectators we saw Mantha Collver who was making an extended tour of Europe. As this scene faded we were taken to the African jungle where we heard the savages wildly beating their tom-toms under the leadership of William Ervin. We saw Maude Shive Royalty, with Ruby Newman, the greatest mortician of Mexico, as a travelling companion searching the shops of Paris for the latest styles to help her keep her reputation in the United States as the best dressed woman. With a hissing sound of the machine we were back again in the good old United States. The needle stopped at Re'no, and the light disclosed Helen Gray making her way through the busy city, desperately seeking the court for the third time. She ap- peared dejected. Going on to Hollywood, we saw Helen Hanner and De'la Hall, the out- standing stars of 1946, taking the place of Joan Blondell and Glenda Farrell. In this famous city of the stars, we found Lyndon Haskins, manager for Carmen Scranton, great lover of the screen and successor of Ciark Gable. In San Francisco, the world famous second baseman of the St. Louis Cardinals, Junior Willard, with his wife nee Martha Atwoed, was spending his winter vacation. 1 With Leo's permission I tumed the needle to St. Louis. Here in the heart of the down- town section Kathleen McGuire was buyer for Stix, Baer and Full-er. Also in this large city we saw the beautiful home of Mary Butler, who is fast gaining international fame as a poet. Our vision then rested on a large stone mansion. Over the gate was a large sign which said Oalihurst Orphans' Home. Upon entering we saw a group of well-trained children happily preparing for Christmas under the direction of their house mother, Barbara Frazier. She is known all over the city for her good W-ork in giving unfortunate children a home. As the dial was turned again, we recognized State Street in Quincy where Evelyn Hillman and Agnes Jordan were co-proprietors of the Ag-Evelon Beauty Shoppe. Not far down the street we saw a quaint antique shop belonging to Meta Beach. In Rantoul we heard the buzzing of a motor. We discovered none other than Ra'ph Love l, chief pilot in the aviati-on school, making an endurance flight over the Rantoul field. ' The whirr of the machine nearly stoppedg there was a conglomeration of small mov- ing figures. As the vision grew clearer, We could discern that it was a herd -of dairy cows. In the d stance we could see a beautiful' country estate, the home of Mr. and Mrs. Gerald Fudge, owners of the Passendale dairy farms. Mrs. Fudge, formerly Elzabeth Bergman, is also interested in social w-ork in Madison. These farms are inspected by Har- old Dunham, one of the best dairy-inspectors in this section of the country. Leo turned the dial again and the needle stopped at Miami, Florida, where we found George Yellie-tt, President of an Orange Growers' Association, with our old friends Vir- ginia Ward h?s secretary. On the cruiser Lady Jane , just pulling out of the harbor, we recognized Milburn Manker as captain, setting sail for Jedda. f With a fiash of light we viewed the largest chicken hatchery of the country, man- aged by Charlene Hoskin, in Rhode Island. Then to Harvard University, where we of of