Tishomingo High School - Indian Yearbook (Tishomingo, OK)

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R. L. ANOATUBBY - Football '52, ’53, '54, '55; Speech Play ‘54; Ham Operator; Letterman Club '52, '53, '54, '55; Presi- dent T.A.R.C.; 4-H '52, '53, '54; Junior Play '55. BETTY STEPHENSON - Indian Staff; Defen der Staff; 4-H '52, '53, '54, '55; Junior Play '55. GENEVA HART - Defender Staff; Indian Staff; Junior Play '53; FHA '55; 4-H '51, '52; Softball '51. '52; Pep Club '52, '53, '55. JACK POPE - FFA '54. '55; FHA '55; Na- tional Guard; Boxing '56; 4-H '52, '53. CHARLES PENNEY Indian Staff Defender Staff WILLIAM EARHART Indian Staff Defender Staff National Guard JOE CLARK FFA '54, '55.

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CARL SMITH - FFA '54. '55. HOMER PARKER - Defender Staff; Basket ball '54, '55; Interscholastic Meet. CLEOPATRA JONES - Basketball '52. '53, '54. '55; FHA '55; Pep Club '55; 4-H '55; NHA '52, '53, '54; Jr. Play '54; Glee Club '52. '53. '54. NETTIE BRYANT - Basketball '53, '54, '55; FHA '55; NHA '52; Pep Club '55. mm ROYCE LANIER - FFA '54, '55; Boxing '56. BILLY MORROW - Editor Indian; As. Editor Defender; FFA '54, '55; Mathematics Award '55.

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Class Prophecy It is customary for the class prophet to unveil the future and foretell the destiny of each member of the Senior Class. First of all, this life is too fast and furious for me! I can't stay up with this younger generation. Well, here I go—taking my kids on their vaca- tion. You know, I started to let their mother take them until the undertaker and I had a long chat. Ye Old Digger. Joe Ratliff is still at it. I guess he al- ways will be unless his partner Royce Lanier shoots him to keep from going broke. Well, we got started about 9:00 Monday morning. We had just gotten seated on the train, when a large hand came creeping down my shoulder. Could I have your tickets, sir? I turned and looked to see who it was, and standing there all smug-looking in a brand new Conductor's suit, was the one and only, Jack Alvin Pope. He said that the reason he got his job here was that he liked to go places and see things. I guess he got his wish, and as we traveled on, I caught up on the latest gossip. The next morning was bright and clear, so I de- cided to just sit and watch the sights. We passed through several small towns on our way, and I was surprised to see so many familiar names in lights. In one town we passed through, I saw a large sign, in bright neon, saying, Bearden's —Come one, Come all. Best snooker in town. Sid's chief ambition was lived up to, I see now--playing snooker all day and night and still breaking even. We arrived at our destination and were waiting for a taxi to take us to our hotel. As I looked around, I saw down the street a sign-- The Private Ear Agency, and under that--was Billy Morrow, Detective at Large. His trouble was that he couldn't keep from snooping around trying to solve things. My taxi arrived and to my surprise, guess who wa driving the big sedan, none other than James Bauman. James, I said in shock, What are you doing driv- ing this taxi? He replied, I guess I just couldn't get rid of her. ’ I knew right then he was talking about Carol Maxwell. We finally got to the hotel, after a nice long talk. Then when we arrived I noticed the name of the hotel looked familiar. Well, what do you know! The owner was my friend Charles Penney. Was I surprised to see him! When he called for the bell boy, Carl Smith walked in. I always knew they liked each other, but I never figured them to put in the largest resort hotel in the U.S. That night I decided to go out for dinner. I went to the largest night club in the town and guess who owned it? None other than Loutrelle Mclver. We talked awhile and as we were doing so I heard some familiar singing and to my surprise, I saw Ramona Kinsey and she was accompanied by the hottest trum- pet player in the world of jazz, Stan Cunningham. Stan and I had a long talk about all the kids in our senior class. Stan told me that Tom Burch and Peggy O'Bryan finally got hitched and are now raising, guess what, yes! Black Angus cows. Man, that's the life. Tom always said. Stan also told me that Wanda Hin- kle and Guy Combs finally got their own little gas station and are doing fine. But the thing that really shocked me was when he told me that Homer Parker and William Earhart were partners in the largest movie house in Hollywood. I guess it was just meant for those two, to be great movie producers. I asked Stan how my old friend Bobby Ellis was doing and he said that Bobby had just won the world golf championship last week and now he and Mary are running a golf course of their own. Just before I left Stan told me that Jim Hallmark was now married and running his own Butane Company. Boy, was I surprised. I guess Letha never gave up. That night after we got back to the hotel I had a funny dream. I guess it was because I had seen so many classmates. If I could see the rest of them, I thought. Well, the next day proved favorable, as I went for my morning stroll, I noticed a large sign which read, Lynn's Furniture Co. Wonder if that could be the little blond headed boy I went to school with. Well, I went to see and sure enough it was. Yeah, Donald Lynn was now running his own furniture store. Don invited me into his office and we had a nice long chat. I asked him about some of the other guys in our class and he told me that Jimmy Duncan was now running a big used car lot. I guess Jimmy was never particular about one car, he just liked them all, new or old. Donald also told me that Joe Clark was going to enter the Indianapolis Speedway this fall. Joe always was quite a hot-rodder in his day. Well, I had to get back to my kids, so I bid Don farewell. I was waiting for the kids to get ready so I decided to turn the radio on. The first words I heard were, This is R. L. Annoatubby, Your Daily News Reporter. And I thought, well, R. L. finally got his own radio program. He always did like radio. As I was listening there was a flash news report. Bill Thompson just set the world's record for driving the fastest plane to ever go around the world. Yeah, Bill was quite a fast boy in high school. He also said that in the sports world, Noel Rosser had just been voted the most valuable pro-football player of the year. Boy, I thought, if I could just congratulate him, I always knew that he could do it if he really wanted to. We finally got to go shopping. As we walked down the street, guess whom I saw-- none other than old Nib . Yes, it was Colleen Nib- lett. I surely was glad to see her. It had been so long. She said that she and Hershel finally got mar- ried and he was head coach at Maryland University. Nib told me that Cleopatra Gaddis and Nettie Bryant were Airline Hostesses for the Pan American Airlines. She also said that Betty Stephenson's prince charming had come along, and they were living in one of those new fangled glass houses. Nib also told me that her sister, Bette Niblett was now house mother at the University of Miami. Well, we finished our stay after two wonderful weeks. We started home. On our way home I saw my charming friend, Luetta Penney. Lu told me that she is married to — guess what? -- A Methodist Preacher, and that he was preaching in the largest church in Washington. She also said that they had two little Methodists. Boy! That sure shocked me, after all, Lu was such a loyal Baptist in high school. I told her that I had seen or found out about all but two seniors that I had graduated with. So, I asked her about them and she knew where they were. She told me that Geneva Hart was modeling in a new department store in Miami, Florida. And that Myrna McDonald had just gotten back from a wonder- ful cruise with her Admiral (Butch) from Hawaii. She also said that they had a little fleet of their own. Well, I have seen all the members of my gradua- ting class and I just can't wait till I get home to my charming wife fElaine) to tell her about it. But I just couldn't believe that all the kids were doing so well. But I am proud to say that I had the privilege to graduate with the best senior class ever to graduate from T.H.S. May we all be as happy in the future as we are now. THE PROPHET — CHARLES DRY