Salome High School - Odyssey Yearbook (Salome, AZ)

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Senior Class Prophecy Flight 17 will leave the north gate in ten minutes. All passengers on board please, the voice announced over the speaker system. Here it is 1962 and here I am in New York City, about to depart for Las Vegas. I am Patsy Ramsden, a stage actress and drama teacher. I'm going to teach at Salome High this school year, now that my season on Broadway is over. Hi, there! a familiar voice greeted me. I glanced around to see Karl Young. What a surprise to see him! Where are you going? Las Vegas, I answered. And you? Chicago. I have a date with a cute girl there, was the answer. Karl hadn't changed much--only that now with his millions he could afford more extensive traveling. He was still a bachelor but I didn't think he would stay that way too long with all his oil wells. The hours passed quickly as Karl and I talked old times. We were now landing in Chicago. Did you hear about Jean Messick? Karl asked me. No. What is she doing and where is she? I asked. Karl informed me that Jean and her husband, Dick, were living in Chicago. I had two hours to wait so I decided to look her up. Karl gave me her address and phone number and soon I was sitting in Jean's beautiful living room overlooking Lake Michigan. She was very happy as the mother of a cute little boy and smiling baby girl. Christine is two now, and Richard just turned three the other day, she told me. Dick now owns many frozen foods companies all around the United States, and a coffee plantation in Puerto Rico. I was glad to find Jean so happy and to hear that her and Dick's dreams were coming true. I boarded my plane again and was headed for Las Vegas. I had a date with a friend of mine that evening and we were going to the Golden Nugget. That evening my date and I we re watching the floor show when I could have sworn I saw a familiar face doing a dance. I inquired of the young lady's name and found it to be Bubbles Davis. It couldn't be Ann, could it, I thought. I went backstage to find out and L 're enough, it was she. There were tears in her eyes.

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W'hat's the matter, Ann? I asked. She then showed me the beautiful diamond on her finger. It's my last night. I'll be married tomorrow and I ca.n't work any longer, she explained. I'm really glad for a change of atmosphere. My fiance is truly wonderful! I left Ann happy and contented and returned to my date. Miss Patsy Ramsden wanted at the main desk, the speaker announced. I jumped and then excused myself. At the desk I was told to go to the Executive Lounge. I was led to a table set off from the re st and there I found Patty Breedlove and Richard West, the owners of the Golden Nugget. It's a partnership, Richard explained about the Nugget . It's brought millions! I'm having a ball! Patty told me. I like it here, They smiled at each other and told me of their wonderful time. I was sure happy for them. It seemed like a miracle the way things happened. Then I recalled my flight number. Flight 17. Seventeen is my lucky number! That's it! Flight 17 was a lucky flight. My lucky number had stayed by me after all these years and what a pleasant way to prove it! It was really nice to see the rest of the class of '58 again. Senior C1ass Wills up V I, Ann Davis, will my ability to get to school on time to Barbara Lee Webb. I, Richard West, will my height to Dale Lincoln so he can be center next year on the varsity teamg my ability to have flat tires, run out of gas and good excuses to Billy West, for he will need them with his carp and my ability to be quiet in class to .Timmy Cowell. I, Patsy Ramsden, will my typing eraser to Dorie Balliett, my ability to get mixed up to Patty Oldham, my ingenious ideas to Richard Duncan, my stage whisper to-Ruth Young, my extra pounds to Barbara Dyer, my odd jobs to .Timmy Cowell and Bill Tennison, and my creative ability to my sister, Peggy. I, Karl Young, on this day of May 21, in the year of nineteen hundred and fifty - eight, will my ability to get along with Mr. Myers to any boy who goes with a girl during or before baseball season. I, Patty Breedlove, being of sane mind, hereby bequeath my ability to chew gum successfully to Kathy Archer. I, Jean Messick, will my ability to get married to an old maid, Doris.