Scottland High School - Memoriae Yearbook (Scottland, IL)

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i mm--W s om e NNNNN M- an WE MEET THE FACULTY 'ii MARY McCO0L THOMAS HEGGERTY A, B, B. Ed. Indiana University Eastern Illinois Teachers Latin, English, Mathematics ' College Coach, Mathematics, Social Labor omnia vincit. Science, Physical Education Don't let books interfere with your education. GERALD T. BENSON B. S., M. S. Indiana State Teachers College University of Illinois Science Education is not revolution- it is evolution. ROBERT L. EMMONS B. S. University of Illinois Agriculture Let us strive to live so that when we die even the under- taker will be sorry. HELEN BRUN ER Music Music must take rank as the finest of the fine arts-as the one which, more than any other, ministers to human welfare. ROBERTA THRO-CKMARTIN B. S. Indiana State Teachers College Home Economics, General Science There isn't' an elevator to success. CLARIBEVL L. BENSON A. B., M. S. University of Illinois Shorthand, Typing, Physical Education A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds. Our teachers are experienced and competentg they are on hand each day to guide our training for the future. They are our friends and advisers We have learned to k th . now em not only in our classes but also in games, conferences, parties, contests, picnics, and other gatherings.

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we N'---1------ E QRIAE W----e 47 SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY 'is' The day was cold and dark and dreary without, but within the fire burned merrily upon my hearth. I settled myself comfortably in my easy chair before the fire. The book which I had been reading earlier in the afternoon lay untouched upon the floor. At my age it is easier, to indulge in reminiscences before a fire than to read, or sew, or knit. The little flames burned brighter a11d brighter, they seemed to be trying to warm the whole earth. Suddenly I opened my eyes very wide, and I rubbed them again- and again-and again. Slowly there emerged from the fire a quaint little figure, in brown, with a comical hat and silver bells. He had a quick, sprightly walk, and in the twinkling of an eye he stood before me, impertinently twirling a tiny, gold-headed cane. Before I could bat an eyelash, he smiled and said, A penny for your thoughts, Miss Mary. No one has called me Miss Mary in forty years. I gulped-I stammered-I lost my voice. Come, come, he said. What are you daydreaming about?' Well, I said, after recovering my voice which had taken refuge in my esophagus, I was thinking about Scottland. The Class of 1947-their ambitions-their hopes- their dreams. But who are you? I am a genie and I have magic power. This Class of 1947-would you like to see them? I have no moneyf' I replied sadly, I was a schoolteacher, you know. The genie smiled. We don't need money because I have this magic cane. Suddenly I felt myself gliding out of the window. In no time at all we were in a thriving town that had wide paved streets and an airport south of the railroad tracks. A large white colonial house attracted the genie. We went inside. A young girl with brown hair and blue eyes was Watching a football game.-Television, of course. A tall youth was boxing with a small, pudgy boy, evidently his brother. A woman entered the roomahe looked familiar in spite of her two hundred pounds and gray hair. Time had been kind to her and she looked happy. The genie whispered. Mary Elizabeth, you remember. She has several children. Six, not including the twins. Her husband will be retired from the Navy next month. The name is Holler. In a few minutes we slipped out of the house, and went down Main Street until we came to a big department store. The whole front of the store was glass and in huge red neon letters above the door were these words: Ingram and Son. I saw Dick in the back of the store, with his son, who smiled and said, It takes a lot of dough these days, dad. It was different when you were young. Now this little Holler girl-. The genie smiled. Did you know that Dick married Naomi June Fulton a year after they graduated from high school? But Naomi June always wanted to be a ballet dancer, so she studied dancing in New York City and London. But she finally came back home and she and Dick seem very happy now. They have one son--a nice boy, but a spendthrift. Then we left the store and glided out into the country. We stopped at a large stone ranch house, evidently called the R 8x M Ranch. On one side of the house there was an airplane field and on the other side there was a race track. The genie pointed to the ranch house with his gold-headedpcane. Roscoe and Marilyn live here. After Marilyn graduated from the University of Oklahoma, she met Roscoe at a dinner party in Kansas City, Kansas. Their high school romance was renewed and after a whirlwind courtship they were married in Topeka and spent