Roosevelt Military Academy - Rough Rider Yearbook (Aledo, IL)

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XVNHH, .I:1c'ks1m, 'I-lowell, Cunt. C,l'tlTli-'WPI Helping Uncle Sam The boys of G Company have done much to further Uncle SE11'l'1'S drive for de- fense funds. Though it not be of great quantity, every lit,- tle bit counts and these youngsters. through t h e ir purchases of defense stamps, have shown a true American spirit. Sometimes it hurts to give up it would-be candy bar in order to buy stamps, but no matter how small their pay may be. there is always enough somewhere to help our nation in the greatest task it has ever undertaken. i' McAhoy, Bnlzer F.. XVynn. Howell. J:-lckson, Levin. .Hoff- mun E., Dempsey, Ruse-nlmuzn VV.. Bonfleld. Kuhn, Gorden, Hunter, Neuhaus, Shogren, and Johnson D.

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f + f f f f Class Prophecies It was a bright sunshiny morning in June, 1982, when I boarded my V-8 rocket ship at the LaGuardia Airport in New York City. As I rocketed toward London, I turned to my companion, and former classmate, Robert Spruce, M.D., the eminent authority on housemaid's knee, to inquire how many of our fellow graduates were to be present at our first class re- union. The reunion to which we were speeding was being held at the home of Stuart Davis fR.M.A. '42J who had passed through a series of loop- holes to become the groom of the youngest daughter of King George V. Since the winning of World War III, the restriction against royalty marrying with commoners was eliminated. After forty-three minutes of flight ftwo minutes more than it took me last timej we sighted Ferrin's Factory of Faultless Firearms which is at Fairfax, three minutes from London. While landing at the Municipal Rocketport in London, Dr. Spruce told me that Ferrin with his partner, Deadeye Dickie Handel, had made a fortune during the war between Ireland and the Canary Islands. By this time our ship had come to a rest and we beheld a welcoming com- mittee composed of our hosts, Duke Davis, accompanied by his blushing, but beautiful bride fof 605. Included in the group also was Lt. Com- mander Wm. Settles, U.S.N.A.F., who had been grounded in England while making a non-stop flight from Oregon, Illinois, to Ethiopia. His plane had been forced down on the dairy farm of Bert Schirmann, also a member of the group. Schirmann, who was inspired by the reading of Burns, had adopted a back to the soil policy and at the time was living on his wife's income. We were taken to the royal limousine where none other than the royal chauffeur, John Hlavaty, drove us to Buckingham Palace behind a motorcycle escort headed by James Ward and Monroe Bogoff on their 1917 Harley-Davidson. When we arrived at the palace we were informed that all the members of the class of '42 who were present would be at dinner that evening in the royal dining room. In the mean- time, we were free to do what we wished. The dinner bell rang at six- thirty but I was delayed and arrived in the lounge after the group had gathered. As I descended the stairway, I was attracted by a distinguished looking gentleman leaning in a nonchalant manner against the mantle. A second glance told me that it could be none other than Percival Woods- ley, known in '42 as Kong Winters. I had already heard of his inter- national reputation as an interpreter of Shakespeare and our host had informed me that we were to see him as Hamlet that evening. There was no time for greetings as we were immediately ushered into the dining room. Fifty-seven