Sullivan High School - Arrow Yearbook (Sullivan, IN)

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97125 PURPLEAND GOLD A MID-SUMMER'S DAY DREAM By BETTY SHAKESPEARE. As I swung lazily to and fro in the hammock, I decided that it was entirely too warm to resist a nap and closed my eyes, but opened them immediately as I heard the sound of footsteps on the walk. It was an old, old woman, gaily garbed in bright calico. I sat up, wide awake with interest. Crossa my palm witha silver, tella fortune, she said pleadingly. I thought a moment and then said: Can you tell me about my classmates of the wonderful class of 1923 ? She hesitated, then said: Crossa my palm twice, I wi1la. Iran into the house for some silver pieces and when I returned she was polishing a crystal globe on her apron. After she muttered a few unintelligible words over it she bade me look in. I saw a large theatre advertising a Russian Ballet Troupe, and then the interior of the theatre was shown. To my profound astonishment the Russian Ballet Troupe was none other than five of my old classmates: Mary Ellen Raines, Helen Stone, Mary Cutler, Lois Bottoroff, and Fern Harrison. Seated in the orchestra at the piano was Frank Bolinger, and near him sat his wife, formerly Miss Veva Harding of the Class of '23. The scene changed and this time I saw a large church wedding in the crystal. Looking closer, I discerned that Emri Sites -was the oficiating minister, and the happy couple were two more of my old friends, Rachel Crowder and Gene Springer. Will wonders never cease? As the scene did not immediately change, I looked again and discovered that the best man was looking rather glum. A good loser, indeed-Ralph Marion Shepherd. I seemed to hear the noise of a parade and gazing into the crystal I saw a Woman Suffrage rally on the west side of the square in Sullivan. Gladys Anderson led the march with a banner which said Bessie Leach for Chief of Police. Near the end of the line was Mabel Nusbaum with a banner advocating Nelle Curtis for Prosecuting Attorney. As this scene faded away I saw the sign on a large store, 5 8a 10 Cent Store, and then the inside of the store flashed into view. Kenneth Wiltes seemed to be the owner and was arguing excitedly with a lady over the price of a small ten-cent doll. As she flounced angrily out, I saw that she, too, was a classmate-Gwendolyn Palmer. For a moment after I saw nothing. Then the campus of a college ap- peared in the crystal. A bunch of football boys came running through, headed by their coach, Glen Stanbaugh. They moved by and the girls' gymnasium appeared, where Dorothy Draper, as physical director, was giving exercises to the stout of the college, guaranteed to reduce! .' J The old woman passed her hand over the globe and I saw a beautiful home in the crystal, where a magnificent ball was in progress. To my great surprise William McPherson and June Bollinger were the host and 26 i A

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Jlze PURPLEANDCOLQ- - I, Marian Leota Shade, will my popularity at parties to Happy Kruzan. I, Ralph Shepher d, will my athletic form to Cy Curtis. I, Garland Shroyer, will my Hymera love to Winston Collins. I, Glenn Simmons, will my Shelburn dates to Howard Bolinger. I, Emri Sites, will my divine calling to Ben Crowder. I, Glen Stanbaugh, will my basketball success to Pill Strattong my playfulness to Lonny Boothe. I, Barbara Stansil, will my varietty of earrings to Frances Oldham. I, Marie Stevenson, will my stately stride to John Hash. I, Esther Tressell, will my stylish skirt lengths to Marguerite Owens. I, Frances Walker, will my front seat of a Maxwell to Okla Nash. I, Frances Walston, will my handsome beau to anyone that can get him. I, Ozro Walters, will my good looks to Joe Guy Liston. I, Mary Wible, will my early morning rides to Josephine Loudermilk. I, Kenneth Wiltse, will my important position in S. H. S. to the next five-year man on the job. I, Elizabeth Wood, will my gift of 'tgabn to Robbie Tate. .xN Xxx fer XXX . l . X Qi. .7' tgp! ,V Xfnlfvxdiw 25

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JJze,PU13.PLEANpCoL1Q, hostess. Among the guests I saw Ozro Walters and Mary Wible, Lance Lisman and Lois Brower, and Bernard Marlowe and Mabel Exline. When all the guests had arrived, June graciously announced that Cox's Stut- tering Seven would provide music for the evening's frolic. I looked to- wards the orchesttra and saw that Cox's Stuttering Seven were all old friends-Ruth Mason, Barbara Stansil and Sam Kaplan with their violinsg Paul Schmidt with the big f1ddle,'g Wendell Cox as director and also play- ing his French horn, Laurene Hagy at the piano, and their only solo per- former, Richard Denbo, at the Jew's harp. Before I could look again they were gone. The next scene in the crystal was rather peculiar. A large book was the only thing visible. Lettered in gold were these words, The Trials of Married Life, by Mona Dickerson, and I wondered who caused the trials. A moment later I was watching a large pageant that was being given for the benefit o-f the Paxton Academy of Music. The performers wore long, loosely flowing robes-I looked again-they were all girls of '23, Margaret Anderson, Hester Asdell, Dorothy Bolinger, Katherine Bower and Lucy Cassie were dancing gracefully about. For a moment after the globe was blank-then appeared scenes in Washington, D. C. The White House--I looked again to be sure-yes, and there was Clarence Ellis, the fortieth President of the United States. He was making a speech to a large radio broadcasting set, and I surmised that he was still at it. Near at hand sat his stenographer rapidly taking his speech-I glanced at her again-Winifred Newcome! I was hardly pre- pared to see any more of the class in Washington City, but as the speech was finished, another lady came in, and I judged from their meeting that she was the First Lady of the Land, Julia Mason. This time the streets of Shelburn appeared in the crystal. Our home was prominenttly marked Mayor's Office. I looked in and heard Glennie Simmons graciously informing the Chief of Police, Mr, Newton won't be back until late. As the officer of the law turned to go, I saw the familiar features of Forrest McKinney. Hollywood, California! Movie Studios! I felt thrilled. The Universal lot moved into View and I saw Goldie Bosstick and Irene Richeson giving their now famous interpretation of Mutt and Jeff E The Universal moved on to give place to the Paramount lot, and I saw Kathryn Engle and Clar- ence Leonard in the midst of an enthralling love scene that was too realistic to be mere acting. The globe was again a blank, as if it were thinking. Then I saw a Sullivan Daily Times. The date was not visible and I sighed. The head- lines were startlingly black SULLIVAN GIRLS FAMOUS! In smaller print it told of the success of Pauline McCoy, now a great prima donna, and her equally great accompanist, Mary Elizabeth Miles, now playing in London. The page was turned by :in invisible hand to the editorial page. In one corner it said Wm. Eslinger, Editorg Elizabeth Jamack, Manager. 27