Savannah High School - Blue Jacket Yearbook (Savannah, GA)

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5 . Aeiflff-i 9945315 IAN UARY CLASS PROPHEC'Y 'Continued As they had charge of W. T. O. C., I inquired about the studio. Donald said he was having a rather hard time getting up new programs. They both seemed out of their usual high spirits. Do you remember when this old building was the High School I said. Uh huh they said not seeming to care very much. And you all were voted the wittiest boy and girl in our graduating class, I continued reminiscently. Hmf, they said. Oh, why don't you two work out a good comedy skit together ! L exclaimed. g'Amen, Cried Donald. Annie, that's the answer! Let's go I Then away they wen . I looked at the clock and it said four o'clock but I didn't seen to notice that it hadn't changed. Then I looked up the street and saw a young man walking rapidly toward me. His hands were in his pockets and he seemed to be utterly unconscious of what was going on around him. Just behind him, evidently trying to keep up with him, came a young woman carrying two tennis rackets and some balls. As they came' nearer I saw that the man was muttering to himself. Donell Tyre and Margaret Dutton said the Professor's voice. Of course I answered. Then Donell passed and I heard him saying over and over, Evelyn Nanthan is not going to beat me ! He went on by without speaking. Margaret, however, saw me and said, Good morning l Then she hurried on.' It looked at the clock and it was four o'clock. . Here comes Leslie Seaward, poor thing, said the Professor's voice. Why do you say poor thing ? I asked. He teaches Latin at the High School, he answered. Oh, I see, I said feelingly. Leslie passed without seeing me, He had a Worried expression on his face. Andrew Fountain teaches History there, Jewel Harley teaches Economics, Elizabeth Stevens teaches Home Economics and Tom Jessup teaches Chemistry con- tinued the Professor. My , I breathed Oh My ! Sara Kennedy is secretary to the principal-H How times have changed I murmured. I looked up and saw Mary Lorentzson was coming towards me. When she saw me, she waved and I beckoned her to come Sit with me- Mary is HOW MTS- Smith S0 when she sat down I asked her about the twins. Oh they're just fine, she said. Oh have you seen the new building down the street? It's called the Music Box and several of our former classmates work there. Why, Lois Reed teaches piano lessons and you know she's engaged! Douglas Mc- Dougal teaches dancing, you know he's going with Jeanette Heyman nowg Josephine Grice teaches voice. Myrtice Draughon teaches elocution, poor child, she does have a time with that no good husband of hers. There's a new beauty parlor next door that Dorothy Debele runs. Would you believe it? Dorothy has dyed herqhair a flaming red, such pretty blond hair, too. iff' Well, I must be going. It's four o'clock. I'm glad toshave you. Good-bye. ' I decided that I would go up town to do a few things. I.-went' in the bank and found that the clerk was Bert Herrin. The president o - 'same bank was Lovick Shearhouse. W ' I I ' ' Page Twenty-Two

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425110 E243 I E JANUARY CLASS PROPHECT 1937 I believelin fortune tellersf so, naturally when Professor Archibald came to Sa- vannah, I went to see him. What he said will, I think interest you as he gave me a glimpse of the life of every January 1937 graduate as it will be in ten years from now. Now, the Professor is not an ordinary fortune-teller. No, he's quite different from any I had ever seen before or heard of. You see he does not use cards, nor a crystal, nor does he read your palm. Oh, but I might as well tell you all just as it happened. I was told that the Professor had come to Savannah and was given his address. I went to the house alone, rang the door-bell and was admitted by a pale little woman of about forty years old. The room I entered was furnished with chairs only. I was told to have a seat and then left alone. How long I sat here I do not know. At last the door to my left opened and the Professor stood in the doorway. He was a little man of about five feet. He wore along purple velvet robe and topped by a round little bald head. His pale blue eyes were placed in an absuredly babyish looking face. He spoke-another surprise-with a very deep, yet soft, masculine voice. d When he saw me he said, I am Professor Percival Archibald. Come in, my ear. His friendly smile gave me courage and I rose and walked past him into the adjoining room. If there were any windows, I couldn't see them for the walls of the room were completely draped in heavy bright red velvet. When the Professor closed the door, it was also covered with the same material. The ceiling was a dead White. The room was rectangular and at one end there was a half circle of ex- tremely tall white candlesticks, each holding a bright red burning candle. These furnished all the light there was in the room. In this half circle of light were two huge cushions and between these two was a White velvet box about a foot long, eight inches, Wide, and six inches deep. , The Professor told me to sit on one of the cushions. I did and then he sat on the other cushion. He asked me no questions and I said not a word. Finally he said So you're a member of the January graduating class. Well, well I'm going to tell you some things that you might like to know. Oh I murmered, and then oh. He smiled and then reached down, opened the box and lifted out a pair of red crystal glasses. He handed these to me and motioned for me to put them on. I did as he said and at once I felt very dizzy. I looked at him. He was still smiling, then I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer sitting on the cushion beside the Professor but on the steps of the old Savannah High School on Bull Street. I looked across the street at the clock on the steeple of the Independent Presbyterian Crurch. It was four o'clock. What day is this ? I asked myself. It is January 28, 1947 , I heard a voice say. It was the Professor's voice. Oh, I said. Just then a very smart looking roadster drew up at the curb and a young couple stepped out. They were Annie Guill and Donald Wilder. They walked up and sat down beside me. Page Twenty-One

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' a A ,EQ iff-12610 BBQ? IAN UART CLASS PROPHECT 'Conrinued As I had just cashed a check and as I saw Jean Laird, who had j oined' the Salva- tion Army, standing on the corner I went over and gave her some money. Just ahead I saw a young army officer. He was walking towards me but look- ing back evidently at two pretty girls who were standing nearby. When these two went on he turned just in time to keep fnom running into another youing man. They looked at each other and then said in unison, Well, hello ! I recognized Jack Meyer as the army officer and Fenwick Nichols as the other young man. They saw me and right the-n and there the three of us had a reuninon. Jack it seemed had graduated from West Point a few years before and had re- cently been stationed at Ft. Screven. He told us that he was in charge of the C. C. C. boys. He seemed to be having quite a bit of trouble with a few of them. These were Jack Hagan, David Wall, Jack Leaptrott, Bill Shank and Charles Seyle- However, he continued. I have put them all in the jub-house for awhile so things will be peaceful unless Melvin Riley, the jailor, goes to sleep on the job again and they sneak out. Well, said Fenwick, I work in Atlanta now. Several of our old friends are there. David Kramer has a theatre putting on Shakespearian plays. He always plays the lead. George Eliopolo and Dorothy Wafd Work with him- Rlwda C0h6I1, Alice Thompson and Martha Lois Keeling are working on a newspaper there. Then on a little farm about ten miles out, lives Gladys Buse and her family. They have cows and chickens and seem very happy. They also told me that Dorothy' Wingate, Catherine Sharp and Edna Swinney have a little flower shop down on Liberty Street. Eleanor Tietjen works in the ticket office at the Lucas. Betty Bainbridge and Mary Louise Byrd are clerks in a department store. William Futrelle writeS 2. daily Column in the Morning News. Willie Nell Smith is the Mayors wife and Virginia Bumann is president of practically all the women's organizations around Savannah- Just then we noticed that the policeman on the corner was Nelson Sevier. He told us that James Farr, Walton Bedinger, and Jack Cooper were officers also. He said that Marjorie Arm- strong, Lucile Wilkins and Mildred Coleman are some of our best policewomen. George Fries and John Herring are detectives. - A few days ago I had to take George Fries to a hospital when he was hit over the head while detecting and I found that Nell Clarke and Mamie Lou Koblage were nurses. Saul Rubin drives the ambulance and Winton Balmer and Chester Brush- wood are internes. Mildred Richardson cooks at the same hospital. I almost forgot, said Jack, you know I've beentraveling around the world quite a bit since I graduated and I've bumped into several of our old classmates. Harold Beery has an American restaurant in Shanghai. Dick Paddison and Jack Mizell have joined the Navy: Alfred Schwanebeck works on a sugar plantation in Cuba: Edwin Maner lives in Paris writing poetry which I am afraid, does not reach the public. After that we all went our separate ways. Go back to the old High School, I heard the Professor's voice saying to me. In, a few minutes I was sitting back on the steps facing the Church. Now, he said, you are wondering about the others and what they're doing. My time is limited so listen' carefully and I'll tell you . Mary Ann Davidson is in New York writing a book. Marie Louise Coyle and Katherine Harden are in'Holywood struggling for stardom? John Herrin is a very successful lawyerinChicago, and Edgar Snedeker a comedian on Broadway. Catherine Newborn, Mary Jones and Eloise Tilson are on Broadway, too. They're all chorus fl Page Twenty-Three