Texas School for the Deaf - Towers Yearbook (Austin, TX)

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As for Vernon Pate, he always talks about rai ' h' k 1 t every. day. He can't stand to live without chickens. Welgwintc tgngigeniicifri this little chicken so he can always have one near at hand. Every time someone goes to th t J ' T ' razor blades to use next fall. Here': 3o?1Ii'ebl:d2gfJu?1?gr?sks mm to buy As for one of the junior class, he nev b h' h ' 'th h ' ' nor polishes his shoes well. This boy is Bi3lIyccSIi1m?Jsoii egg :Vg hgrigrtgfg shoe polish and hair oil will fix h' , H h ' ' - How about them, Billy? lm up ere are s oe polish and hair 011. Every day, Ross Adams argues 'th A ld V b think Ross needs a baseball to keep coI1:11gany.0gtW3e cwiilbgfiizizbaigisgvg baseball. We hope you will keep it till next spring, Ross. b Howard Randall always loses his temper with the referee when a Wagslgigagl S3319 ILS DIli'1yedYWe51opGk he will learn to control his temper, so IS 00 , OW ou an eep YourTm D , t H Randall. Here's a book to read, Howard. e per Own O oward w The Prophecy By BOBBY HALLMARK In the year 1959, ten years after my graduation from the Texas School for the Deaf on May 31, 1949, I decided to visit again my old home state. My thoughts turned back to the old days spent at my Alma Matei I was amazed .when I stopped to think how much the world has changed during the ten years. I had become a millionaire and travelled from state to state looking after my business affairs. I wondered whether my former classmates had changed as much as I since we left the campus of T.S D When I entered Texas, I stopped in Dallas and stayed there for one night. While I was walking on Elm Street, I noticed a man with a dia mond, as big as a dime, on his tie. He was a handsome, tall, well-built man. I wanted to know who he was. When he walked on, I had a chance to see him at close range. I recognized him and really was shocked because he was my old friend Tom Withrow. I almost swallowed my cigar. Then I greeted him excitedly. At first he did not know me, because the sun was shining on his glasses. He took them off, stared hard at me, and then said, Hello Bob! He told me he was the owner of a big turkey and chicken ranch near Italy, Texas, and was married to a graduate of the Hawaii School. That nightwe had dinner together and spent many pleas ant hours talking over our school days. On reaching Fort Worth, I found to my complete surprise that almost every building was modern in the Cowtown. When-I looked at the people, I noticed that many of, them wore cowboy clothes. On recognizing a young man dressed in this fashion, I swallowed twice before I ex claimed, H. C. Collins! He was one of my classmates, and he told me he was married to a girl from the Texas School for the Deaf. He also said that he was owner of a home on one-half acre of ground in Ft. Worth I remembered that my classmates called him Lazy Bones, but he was working hard for his living at a local industrial plant. One evening I read in the newspaper about a ball game. I felt that I wanted to see the game, so I hurried to the grounds, bought a ticket, and walked to a reserved seat. When I noticed a boy talking to the manager with his hands, I wondered who he was and could hardly wait to see his face. Later he turned around and when I saw his face, I recognized Bobby Barlow. His body had become slim and muscular. He was the home-run king in the Texas League, I learned, and played for the Dallas Eagles I remembered that he was rather fat in school, and was a star baseball player. After the game, I talked with him and learned he had married his old T.S.D. sweetheart and had two sons who were both crazy about baseball. '

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Class Will By H. C. COLLINS We, the seniors of 1949 of the Texas School for the Deaf, being of sound mind and good intentions, do hereby make known our last will and testament. We think that a man who is new in Texas wants to know of what Texas boasts. Texas cowboys always boast. Here's the history of Texas, Mr. Stelle. We hope you enjoy it. Every day, we have noticed that one of the faculty member's car is bright and shiney. We think that he likes to wash his car every day. Here's a wash cloth, Mr. Mclntireg we hope you will often use it this summer. As we know, a certain man loves to go fishing somewhere on the river. That man who loves to fish is Mr. Weyerman. Here's a fish hook. We hope that Mr. Weyerman will use this hook to go fishing this summer. As for Miss Myrtle Hornsby, we have heard that her hobby is col- lecting spoons. Here's one to add to your collection, Miss Hornsby. When we seniors enter Mr. Hensley's room, he always writes words or explanations for us on the blackboard, but he does not erase the black- board very well..We think that he needs an eraser. Here's an eraser, Mr. Hensley. We hope that you use it next fall when the new senior class enters your room. When we enter Mrs. Erlene Blackburn's room, Mrs. Blackburn al- ways writes on the blackboard to tell us what pages to read. We hope you will use this chalk when the new senior class comes to your room so the members will take notice. Here's some chalk, Mrs. Blackburn. Mr. Blackburn, we hope that you'll like a new map and show the new seniors what you have taught us this year. Here's a map, Mr. Blackburn. Mr. W. H. Davis has written many arithmetic problems on the black- board and his hands are often full of chalk dust. We think he needs a wash pan to wash his hands. Here's a wash pan for you to use, Mr. Davis. To Mrs. Mitchell, who loves to wear different kinds of jewelry. Here's an extra bracelet for you and we hope you enjoy wearing it. To Mrs. Mclntire, who does not wantlto waste much time and usually taps the floor with her foot. We want to give her a mallett so she can use it and save her feet when the new seniors come into her class. As for Mr. Clark, we give him a wrench so he can fix his own motor. We hope he'll like to fix his car with this tool. How about it, Mr. Clark? One of my class told me that Mr. R. Smith always keeps a match in his mouth. We would like to give some more matches to Mr. R. Smith so he'll never be without one. Here are some matches, Mr. Smith. Every day Mr. Bracewell asks someone what time it is. So we want to give him this watch. We hope you'll use it, Mr. Bracewell. As for Mr. Phillips, we would like to give him a paint brush as he will teach new classes next fall. Here's a paint brush, Mr. Phillips. Wanda Parker goes' to church every Sunday. She loves to tell little boys and girls about what she has read. We want to give you a little Bible, Wanda. Almost every daji tesi we fail to see Jennie Lee Roach playing outdoors. She always stays in the dormitory with her sewing. Here's a needle and thread, Jennie Lee, to use in your handwork. Geraldine Coker's hair does not stay in place, because the wind blows her hair, so she needs a barrette. Here's a barrette, Geraldine. We hope it keeps your hair looking nice. To Gracia Gonzales, we give this book about modeling. We hope that you will be successful in your future career as a model, Gracia.

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Later when I was walking along the sidewalk for exercise, a man al- most killed me. His car ran over the curb into the sidewalk, and I was scared to death. I looked at the occupant and was about to give him a piece of my mind, when I noticed it was Finice Taylor. He was laughing, very hard at me. I was surprised to see that he had a 1957 Cadillac car. He asked, Would you like to take a ride with me? I replied that I would. He was a good driver and an expert at working on the different parts of an automobile when he was in school, but I was very much surprised that he was owner of the Cadillac Co. at Waco, Texas. Before he dropped me at my-hotel, he invited me to come visit him and his wife in their new home in Waco. On arriving in Austin, I first realized that the old school was changed when I noticed the gate which had a neon sign above it. I opened my eyes wide in astonishment. It could not be possible. I looked and looked at the buildings which were all new and modern. When I visited the' Main Building, I was surprised that it had a large elevator. A porter who worked at the elevator wore a blue and white striped suit. The porter asked, What do you want? I didn't answer, because my mind was a blank. A woman with a monocle was walking along the hall, and she really had a good figure. I wondered who she was and asked the porter about the woman. 'He said she was a teacher of English and her name was Joyce Eastham Mojo. She didn't know me at first because I was stouter than in the past and was wearing glasses. I remembered herg she was the smartest student in the class of '49. I found out that she was married to a teacher from the Japanese School for the Deaf. She told me that her husband coached the boys and girls in the Physical Education Department: Entering the printing shop, I just looked around the place where I had worked in the past. I felt rather nosey. I noticed a man working on one of the linotypes who worked very fast on the machine. Since I did not see Mr. Bracewell around, I meant to ask where he was, and so I shook his shoulder and his head turned toward me. I tried to speak to him, but he talked with his hands and asked, What do you want? He said Mr. Bracewell had gone and the young man had taken his place. When his mouth opened, I noticed his teeth and then recognized him. It was Jack Autry. He told me that he was a bachelor and felt sorry for him- self. He had lost his girl friend who had broken up with him and married L. V. Thornton. Reaching the union building, I meant to look at the trophies won when I played in the past. When I walked into the hall a man ran against me so hard that my hat fell off. The man tried to pick it up, and so did I. We bumped our heads together. He was a runt of a fellow and I asked him, Where did you come from? He had just arrived from Victoria, Texas, to visit our school, he said. Then I remembered him very well and exclaimed, Arnold Vogt ! He told me that he was' married to his Mexi- can sweetheart of the Texas School for the Deaf and had six children. I congratulated him. Remembering that all the boys and girls used to meet in the Sanders Drug Store every Sunday morning, I stopped there to get some aspirin, as I had a bad headache. I noticed the neon sign which read, Watson Drug Store. At once I recognized my old classmate, James Watson. When he saw me, he hugged me so hard I could' hardly breathe. He seemed very glad to see me and told me that he was the owner of the drug store. He had married a girl from the New Mexico School for the Deaf. I wanted to see Lake Austin and decided to go out there. As all the people were looking at a man who had caught a big fish in the lake, I looked, too. I realized the man must live near Lake Austin because he had a big boat. When the boat was driven to the shore near where I stood, he started to point to a can of minnows when suddenly I shouted, Gordon Gibbons! He looked startled and then began to smile as he recognized me. He told me that he had a big house near the lake and had married his boyhood sweetheart. His wife was now the owner of the Goodfellow Shop. Gordon invited me to spend a few days with him at his home on the lake and I jumped at the chance. I spent several pleasant days talking to Gordon, seeing old friends, and recalling old times and was reallv sorry when the time arrived for me to catch a plane to Chicago.