Sedge Garden School - Segarian Yearbook (Kernersville, NC)

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PROPHECY fContinuedj thought that Ann, being a newspaper woman would know the best. She told us that C. V. Whitt was by far the best, which didn't surprise us from the way, the gym used .to look when he got out. While in Chicago I, sent a-wire to Bobby Dean to send the new Ford to us immediately that we might motor westward. On the way we noticed a huge manufacturing concern. It had become our custom to tourall, the large businesses on the road. Mr. Dalmation, remembering a gift prom- ised to his girl decided to stop here because it is the only unsmearable lipstick factory in the world. He parked the car in a reserved spot under the name Hayes, but we didn't give it a thought. When we reached the office there sat Betta J. Idol pounding a typewriter. Before we had a chance to say anything- we heard a terrible noise, like a wreck and a few words I can't mention. Betta jean shuddered, 1t's the president and his wife. She seemed very flustered because he was in a foul mood. Storming in the' office, shaking his fists, shouting pro- fanity, to our astonishment there -was Gabby Hayes. Be- fore I could say anything he rushed up to Mr. Dalmation and slapped him on the back and said, Poochie Palmer, old boy. You could have knocked me over with a feather. There I had been traveling with him for over a week and never had given Poochie a thought. Well, bless my buttons, he has put on at least six inches -all the way around. In steps Mrs. Hayes to cool down the conversation. We can see by Clarice's appearance that she is a walking advertisement for Ralph's product. After we saw the mess the back end of our car was in, Clarice advised us to go down to Herbert Golden's junk Yard, where he could either fix it or junk it. He took a sledge hammer and beat the back end until we thought it would look like his bus did one day, but his attempts were successful. Nevada created very much interest. We were driving along peaceful-like'one day and what should we have ,but a flat tire. We walked about a half mile angrily rapping 'on the door, while taking time out to fuss at the three kids for putting nails in the toad, we leaned against the door and almost fell in the front room when the door was opened by Dolores Murphy Jones. We explained our situation and while Poochie and their week-end guest, Lawrence Danner, the heavyweight prize fighter, fixed the flat, I caught up on the latest gossip. Sis told me that she and Bob had just returned from Reno where they saw Georgia Hale getting a divorce from her fifth cadet. Speaking of cadets, she said that Jimmy Blanton was teaching science at his Alma Mater, West Point. Of course, I wasn't surprised at all. Sis, always putting in a good plug for her brother suggested that we visit .his restaurant in Hollywood. California here we come! Finally we arrived in Hollywood and on the comer of Hollywood and Vine we noticed a huge dress shop ,where a continuous stream of stars were running in and out. There sits Peggy Leonard in her private office, chat- ting to Dottie Lamour about the sarong for her new picture. . Leaving Peggy's we .took a tour of one of the leading film studios. Here I am reminded of Betty Ruth Hine's days in the office. She is now assistant to the president of Atomic's Studios. On the set there is Juanita Masten tickling the ivories while Peter Lawford croons, I Love You Truly, to her. Remembering Sissy's suggestion we invited our friends to have dinner with us at Jay's. We asked the tourist guide if she knew where J. W.'s restaurant was and she told us no, not unless it was Murphy and Murphy's Misf erable Meals, the ritziest joint in town. As we expected there stood jay at the entrance grinning like a possum. In the office we see Betta Rising keeping bgoks and who should be rattling about the misfortune she had with her last man but Oneita Tucker, play girl. Reading in Louella's gossip column about the Texas multi-millionaire, E. Walter Pitts, we decided to go down and see if it's the same guy we used to know. Before we reached Mr. Pitts' mansion, we got hungry so we stopped at a butcher's shop to get some sandwich meat. In the shop we see Phoebe Lawson Vogler simply bless- ing the butcher out for missing her orders, and the butcher, Charles Reid, stood speechless because he couldn't get a word in edgewise. When we reached the Pitts' combination estate and ranch, who should greet us but Houston Hastings, the foreman. He told us that Dub was in Hawaii taking a vacation from all the gossip. Houston advised us to stop and see Delois Dorsett Dwiggins who is playing for the Atlanta Blues, but due to the lack of funds we com- promised and started homewatd., We got in our nome state and proceeded to Chapel Hill. Since I enjoy chemistry, I thought I would sit in on a class. , For two hours I was bored by Professor Owen Reavis' lectures. He told us to cruise over to Duke where Lawrence Pope is the coach of the Blue Devil Varsity. When we .arrived on the campus we noticed Heath's Soda Shop. We were cheerfully served hotdogs and Dr. Pepi pers by our old friend, Doris. Wearily we journeyed closer home. In High Point we notice a few changes. The Bodenhamer-Watch Works has grown tremendously. Maybe it's because of the ef- ficient bookkeeping of Imogene. Further down the street we see a red head shining, and the face looking familiar we walk down the street to find- WilmaiHedgecoclr, matron of a kindergarten. After telling her of our ad- venture we thought it best to journey on. When we reached Union Cross we saw Carolyn Smith coaching the girls' basketball team. Poochie suddenly became very homesick and bade a fond farewell Carolyn told me that the Sedge Garden Club was meeting at the home of their president, Mrs. Myrtis Motsinger Holder, and asked if I'd accompany her. Being a gadabout and dying to tell all the news, naturally I consented. After I had finished telling all the news I knew, Bobbie Smith Masten, rushing home to the twins, told me that John Craver has a very progressive electric company and then Margaret Tuttle Harrell spoke up and said that he had been voted the best dressed man in Winston-Salem. Myrtis said, Come look out the window. Is that Van Williard I see pulling weeds? Why yes it is, and there is Bill Weavil assistant farm agent and Don'Peddycord, a substantial farmer, attentively listening to the farm agent's advice. With all the voices, I am so confused. Get up, it's time to go to sChool. fYawn-turn over-yawnj Ops. This is the last day for me to be a Junior.

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