Tishomingo High School - Indian Yearbook (Tishomingo, OK)

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JUNIORS

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY I remember the day well, August I, 1975. I could hardly wait for that final bell signaling that it was time for me to rush to the plane. I was quite anxious, after several trying years as a school teacher in Alaska, to be on my way home. I { boarded the plane and moved quickly to my seat. The voice telling us to fasten our Seat belts sounded familiar. Sure enough out walked Barbara Ritchie followed by Margie Hobson, both looking neat in stewardesses' uniforms. They recognized me at once, and after the take-off, we three had a long talk. I learned that Norman Cochran was the pilot of the plane and 1 would be able to see him when we stopped to re-fuel at Ross Field in Washington. The name Ross brought to mind Jimmy Ross, the President of our Senior Class. It seemed that he had become President of the National Security Council and the field was named after him. After we reached Ross Field, Norman came out and as we talked I noticed a huge gasoline truck coming toward the plane The name Anthony and Sons, Incorporated, reminded me of an old classmate, Randy Anthony, who used to help his father ] in the service station. Norman told me that Randy was married, haa three sons, a line of service stations, and about ten thousand trucks like the one I had just seen. Seeing and hearing about so many classmates this far from home made me wonder how much Tishomingo had changed. Well, it wouldn't be long now. Next stop - Indian Field in Tishomingo. About 1 A.M. , I looked out the window, and to my amazement, thousands of tiny lights blinked back. That large city couldn’t be Tishomingo! As the plane lowered, I read the big neon sign on the control tower: Indian Field, Southern Okla- homa's Largest Airport. Stepping from the plane I saw Mother and Dad coming toward me, followed by a good-looking blonde, whom I recognized as Mary Harbert. As Mary and I talked on the way home, I found that she was a lab technician at Johnston County Memorial Hospital, and that Bob Stewart and Billy Belcher were Tishomingo's equivalents of Dr. Casey I and Dr. Kildare. The next morning I dug out an annual and Mary and I talked about our old classmates. Joyce Boyd was now Mrs. Petro and lived in the cold state of Pennsylvania. Stanley Anderson had worked his way up from a Freshman at OU to become the youngest President that college has ever had. Billy (Doe Doe) Anoatubby lived at Anadarko. He moved so that he could be close to the Indian Exposition that is held there once a year. He is an excellent example of the American Indian and is now known as Chief Buffalo Killer. I accepted Mary's invitation to visit the hospital. Approaching the nurse's desk, I recognized another old classmate, Janice Krebs, R. N. As we toured the hospital, I noticed a proud father beaming with joy as he looked through the nursery window. Buddy Deaver was taking his first look at his twin boys that had arrived on the scene a few minutes earlier. He told me that A1 would be along shortly to view the new arrivals and that the two of them now owned what used to be Burch's Angus Ranch. With Janice's permission I decided to explore the hospital alone. 1 kept glancing through the open doorways as I walked leisurely down the corridor. From one room came the sound of lovely voices singing a popular melody. Stepping into the room I saw a pretty red-head lying in the bed looking as though she was breathing her last breath. It was none other than Marilyn Moore (now King) and the song birds gathered around her bed were Patricia Thomas, Barbara Peercy and Sharon Burgess. The famous trio, now on tour, had stopped by the hospital to add a note of cheer. After we left the room, they told me that Marilyn wasn't nearly as sick as she thought. She had been there for a couple of weeks with a broken toe, and they couldn't get her to go home. Leaving the hospital I walked directly across the street to a large drug store. I soon recognized the man behind the pre- scription counter as Jack Shadle, Jr. He and Ann had married and were doing a thriving business. Having nothing to do for the next few hours, I decided to look the high school over. Entering the office I was greeted by Bob Taylor, the superintendent. He told me that James Bynum and Rex Hefner were coaching and were having a winning season. We walked out into the hallway to look at the pictures on the senior panel so that he could brief me on the where- abouts of our other classmates. He told me that Roy Blevins, upon hearing that there were seven women to one man in the United States, had tried to take all seven of his, ending up at McAlester on a bigamy charge. Edmond Keel had tried to help him out by taking over three of the wives and was now occupying the cell across the hall from Roy. Linda West had bought Davis' Dairy Bar and added a large dining room, employing Frankie Hart as bartender and Charles Latham as floor bouncer. Donald Walker and Tommy Johnson were prosperous ranchers and owned about two thousand acres of Blue River bottom land. Shirley Sweeten was employed by the Indian Agency in Ardmore and her roommate, Barbara Moore worked at the Noble Foundation. Ruby Payne had married a Texas oil man and had settled in Big D to raise her five children. Frankie Shannon now owned what used to be Rush Bros. Grocery and Texoma Tire and Supply. He had come a long way in eleven years from delivery boy to owner. Bob told me that Joe Gray was playing professional football with the Green Bay Packers and was now leading ground gainer in the league. Speaking of professional ball players, Pat Gross had dyed her hair red and joined the Red Heads. I always knew that jump shot would make her famous. Ann Reed was still happily married with three more children. She had settled down to a nice quiet life in Duncan. I remembered John Ritchie to be quiet and shy, but that just goes to show you how wrong you can be about someone. John is now a great race car driver, and I hear quite a playboy on the side. Paul Lambert, the clown of the class, ended up on TV. It used to be the Jerry Lewis Show, but now it's the Paul Lambert Show. That covers everyone except our sponsors. Mrs. Robbins gave up teaching and accepted a position as personal secretary to the Governor of Oklahoma, and Mr. Harkey retired to raise dogs and go hunting. That is the class of 1964, one of the gayest and noisiest classes ever to graduate from T. H.S. When you step back and lo though, you'll find that they were a swell bunch of guys and gals. The honor of writing next year’s prophecy goes to Leslie Winburn. Paula Robinson

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THIS PAGE SPONSORED BY: MOORE’S NEW SUPER MARKET Tishomingo Junior Officers Left to Right: Debby Parish. Sec. -Treas.; Toni McCarthick. Reporter; Leslie Winburn, President ; Mar- va Mullens, Vice-President. Class Sponsors Mrs. Ruth Burgess Mr. Sidney Caperton ‘Combat' Is Over