Sandoval High School - Blackhawk Yearbook (Sandoval, IL)

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N P' 'G' 'ww ,,.....-. ... ,,.,. h . ... , ' NProphocyU Qcontinuedj I After resting up for several days in Alexandria, Egypt, I took a plane for Singapore. Unable to get any interview here, we continued on our journey. Several hours out we were forced down. On this little, deserted island in the South Pacific, I mot Bill Sides. 'We visited several hours and in the course of the interview I learned that Ada Anderson had talked her way through seven husbandsalready. Bill was the seventh. He ran away to this island and talks to himself to make up for lost time. He had to be still while married to Ada to let her talk. We weren't allowed to leave until the plane crew and all the passengers hadsigned an oath that they wouldn't tell Ada where Bill was. After taking off I was informed that we were headed for Honolulu In Honolulu I met Mildred Sanders who is Miss Pineapple of 1967. We had a long chat and went to a night club in the evening. I was very much surprised to see Genevieve Ward and Imogene Nelson wearing-grass skirts and appearing in the floor show. They used to be shy little maidse , I didn't stay long in Honolulu because I was anxious to get back to the mainland. In San Francisco I went to see Dr. Herman Stein, MfD.,'D.D.T. He had just compacted a seven course-dinner into a pill. He was persuading house wives to gradually throw away their dishes and serve three square pills a day. Speaking of throwing dishes, I remember when Romena Rains used to wish-for a set of dishes. I saw her in Los Angeles and she has them now. She was throwing them at poor Harry when I last saw her. When I arrived I saw photographer Earl Wilkerson taking pictures of some celebrities present. The 1968 WLookn was none other than our own lovely red head, Jean Satterleo. nThe Legsn was Mildred Hill and Em a Lou Seidel is.uThe Giggle.n I had a lovely time meeting old friends. I spent the night at a small hotel owned by Mary Whalen. The next morning I was surprised when I met Betty sicneson in the dining, room. She is using the voice training she get as a cheer leader to ' yell out the orders. She is a very efficient waitress. I bought a morning paper. Turning to the Hollywood gossip column I read the news about town, gathered by our own Betty Sharp. I took a train to Reno, Nevada. I just had to see this city that is so famous for divorces. Here I met Marilyn Quayle. She was getting a divorce from some millionaire and then sho was going to India to join Tom's harem. Pressed for time I went on toward Denver.

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'- ..... Class Prophecy fcontinuedl I took a boat that evening to Paris. There I met Stanley Leith honeymooning with a cute little French girl, he had met in New York. They invited me to dine with them that evening. wantingato look my best, I decided to buy a new gown. The taxi driver suggested Madame Marie' Shoppe, I was a little surprised to find that the model was of all people, Richard Walton, using the more feminine name, Annie. I bought a lovely white gown, but it didn't look half-so-well on me as it did on him, so I only wore it the one time. The next morning after a delightful ewening I arose around noon, had breakiust in bed, and read the paper before dressing. I read that Homer Johnson was conducting a symphony in Vienna that evening. I drove to Vienna to attend the concerts The name sounded familar but I di n't recognize him at first because, believe it or not, he wore his hair down to his very shoulders. The featured pianist was -Jilliam Lammers who was m king a debut. He played my favorite, nNola.n ' fi I heard that some of Barnum and Baileytsfeatured attractv ions were in Brudisi, Italy, and liking cireuses as I do, I went. After seeinq Kenneth Meadors as the bearded lady, I decided the circus was a fake and was going to leave when I caught sight of a billboard which road, Hsalome and Her Dance of the Seven Veils.n I dedided to take a chance on this show. t was a marvelous dance, so I went back stage to interview he lovely qirl who proved to be our own Marie Bradford. This was allI could take for one night! The next morning I was talking to a group cf reporters who informed me that Thomas Nioolay was in India. I took a plane to Calcutta'and a boat up the Ganges River to his lovely mansion. I was not able to see him personally but I inter- viewed his secretary, Donald Belcher, who informed me that Tom couldn't make up his mind about his girls so he took them all and moved to India. I took a plane to Madrid, Spain. For several days I made out reports because there was no one to interview. Onc evening I decided to visit a night spot for some excitement. I saw a harem of lovely girls surrounding a table and thinking' it just might be Tom Nicolny, and wanting a personal interview, I used my commando training to see and was shocked to find Leland Whalen in the center. It seems Poland was the long lost nephew of a Spanish nobleman. In l953 he returned to Spain to claim his title and money. He is not homesick,for he is now one of Spain's most famous play-boys.

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CLASS PROPHECY fCONTINUEDl Being in Los Angeles and so close to Hollywood I'just ceuldn't resist visiting there. Walking down Hollywood I heard a slow mating call at the corner of Hollywood and Vine. Arthur Wiedle himself. We made a date to meet at the Mocambo for dinner and talk over old times. In Denver I read in the newspaper that professor Mary Cra e was giving a lecture at the Colorado college. I drove out to Colorado Springs. After the lecture Mary Lou and I had lunch together and talked over old times. I wasn't at all surprised to learn that Lots Foltz was the professor of mathmatics. 4 The next day at the railroad station in Denver whom should I meet but.Dortha Robertson. She was catching a train for Cheyenne, Wyoming where she and Eleanor Bates were ce-owners of a dude ranch. The most important guest at the presenttime was Clarice Ann Bushnell the New York debutante of a few years back. After saying good bye, I boarded my train for St. Louis and whom should I meet but Bob Evans, the traveling salesman. Consider- ing me one of his best friends he showed me his most prized possess sion, a little black book containing the names, addresses and telephone numbers of 755 of the farmer's daughters of America. I arrived in St. Louis safe and sound and spent a restful night at the Hotel Chase. The next morning I hired a car and took a two day vacation in the Ozarks. I lost my way so I stopped at an old, ramshakled farm house to ask the way to St. Louis. Picking my way through the children in the yard I tapped lightly on the front door. I was very much frightened and embarrassed when it fell with a loud bang. The young gentleman sleeping on the door stop raised a straw hat slowly. Recovering from the shock, I greeted none other than Bob Noller. By this time the little wife had como to the door. It had been a long time since I had last seen Shirley Maloy. I stayed for dinner and started for St. Louis in the evening I took the train home the next dayg At the office, the editor congratulated me on my series of articles. I never would of thought that the class of '46 would produce so many celebrities.