St Marys Academy - Sunbeam Yearbook (Amarillo, TX)

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cLAss or 1948 f X-duff .ghd Judith Delgadillo Virginia McMinn, Nancy Browder, Celia Saunders, President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer , 'S -. T 1 tg '- 1 l Marie Funk Doris lrlbeck Ormalene Brockman Kathleen Herrmann Marian Engelbrecht we f , T Q, F. .a v y I Ia Egfr Q A 'i J nj, X ,K I Betty Handley Jacqueline Roberts lda Kuhles Carol Lee Cummings Jeannine McWhorter SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Amarillo, Texas-November 27, I968 lReleased by P.U.1 O. Corn reporting. Scientists were puzzled yesterday over the recordings on the seismograph of a quake that occurred somewhere in the Sahara Desert. It seems that the great scientist, Betty Detten, sometimes known as Einstein the second, used her secret invention, as a means of uniting her old class of '47, For the benefit of our readers we'll move you to the scene of the happenings. As dusk falls upon the golden sands of the Sahara, our attention is drawn to a moving obiect . . . Look, up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's Guylyn Floyd on her Tepicarastoria. And who's that behind her? . . . none other than Mary Louise Stump, the inventor and sole distributor of the Tepicarastoria imagic carpet to youl. As they descend we can hear, above the swish-swish, St of that last payment. Same old Mary Louise, money again. But Guylyn ci 'J mp's voice as she reminds Guylyn ve-sn't have time to answer as the Two Flats , the most popular duet in all America, having slipped in unexpectedly begin their beautiful rendi- tion of Oh Bury Us Not in the Lonely Desert . For the benefit of those -ff Flats are Margaret Kelly and Irma Schmidt. 'X But why all the firemen around the lab? Oh, just o precautioii will be here any minute now. J do not have Television, the Two ', says Betty. Madame Patricia

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F Oh, yes, she's the most notorious firebug in the nation, isn't she? And as our happy group discusses Pat's failing, the very famous La Bailarina , idol of all, dashes in and in her refined voice exclaims: Saludos, amigos . Who could mistake our dear Ruth Storker. Before we know it she is doing her act. Such grace!!! Ruth has won the hearts of all her Venezuelan friends since she contributes 50 percent of her earnings to the support of the Technological Institute for the Advancement of De- ficient Geometry Students. . But let us get on . . . Ruth has also brought word that Pat Austin is stuck again, this time in a sand dune. Our party hurries to her aid, but finds that Earlene Gittrich, world's champion Lady Wrestler has done it again - out come helicopter, Pat, sand, and all. amid the cheers of our friends and the protests of Monsieur Le Day Nethkenn, Earlene's faithful manager. Pat, a little shaken, greets her former schoolmates in the inter- national language. Yes, we all understand it-quite a revision from Pig Latin. Let's Qet back now, says Guylyn, who if you remember had the whole world in an uproar during her recent search for a homo Sapiens . . . and . . .she found him not! What do you know! Like old times again, everyone piles into the little two-seated helicopter and we're no sooner off than-Omiaosh, that was close! The incoming airship comes to a sudden halt and we rec- ognize in the two passengers Pat Washburn and Mary Wood. From the looks of things they are indulging in Ya little political mud-slinging. This can be easily un- derstood since Pat is campaigning for the presidency on the Dyno-Kat ticket and Mary opposing her on the Mitey Meows' platform. Pat sees us at last and politics are forgotten as old friendships are renewed. Follow us, chums , shouts lrma and seconds later we land on the runway atop Betty's laboratory. Alighting, Pat Adams informs us that our dear buddy Jean Conty is unable to attend because of her pressing duties as manager of New York's Slum District. Now that Jean has taken over, slums are practi- cally non-existant. Beside Pat stands Mrs. Johnny Luiack, the former Virginia Schmidt, more beautiful than ever, nervously giving last minute instructions to her son-Notre Dame's star. Tell me, Ruth, isn't Betty coming? asks Margaret. Why haven't you heard? Betty is following her chosen vocation. She told me that Anchor Hold by Enid Denis was the turning point , Her life as anchoress is definitely not for me. l haven't seen the girl in years. Has anyone heard from Mary Lou? This from Betty Detten. You're behind times. Mary Lou, still single, is now governor of the forty-ninth state, Alaska, and is currently introducing a bill which will provide for the melting of all ice and snow in Alaska. At that moment who should walk in but Baroness von Poopominsky, to us Frances Bichsel, the wife of the world's renowned nincompoop. l'm sorry to be late, but l iust couldn't tear myself awav from the air liner. lt's complete. And now for the surprise-my husband has given me one as a birthday gift. Within two hours it will be here, it's fully equipped, pilots and all. Just press a button and it can take us anywhere. There's just one drawback-as yet it has no landing gears. Where to? --Can you guess the answer? Preparations, the speediest were made. In due time the Cloudrift appeared. The passengers, by parachute-contrivances, boarded it and shooting high above the spheres at an incredible speed directed their course to the Texas Panhandle. Now there is a sudden halt and then the airship glides at 800 feet above our dear S.M.A. Our little group is amazed, for below they see . . . not the two small buildings that were once our Alma Mater, but six large and spacious skyscrapers. So this is the Saint Mary's, the ideal high school the world has heard about. To the left we see . . . a church? No, it's the New Chapel, romanesque in structure, and large enough for the student body which has increased considerably. Over there is a building, new also, and sim- ilar in structure to the chapel. lt is Ruth who recognizes it: Why, that is the Music Department. A little to the left is the Hall. Look, we can see right through the glass roof, our four baskets now boast glass backboards, electric score boards, and . . .that stage is a dream. l like the spouting fountain in the center, why it's in the form of a number-'47-! Hey, that's us. Hmmmm . . . lily pond? Bridge? Why, sure thing, Our Prom. The attention of our party is for a moment taken by the beautiful strains of . . . ? Yes, it's The Girls of Saint Mary's . The music ceases, the silence which ensues is broken when Frances, at a signal from the time controller calls, Times up! Instantly the ship veered, and dashing meteor-like was soon lost in space.. .