University Military School - Cadet Yearbook (Mobile, AL)

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Cadet Captain Carl Jones PRESIDENT. SENIOR CLASS

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Senior Prophecy I walked up the fading white steps and entered the building. There in front of me was Major Hinson. He was talking to Lt. Col. Neuman - I don't like it at all, you hear, at all! Keep people out of this foyer! Seeing that the major was busy, I headed back toward the publications room. There coming out of the Faculty Lounge was Jim Delaney. Hey, Jim, I called .... Hardly had the words been spoken when I was hit on the back of my head with a blunt instrument. I turned and there stood Major Hinson exclaiming something about being quiet in the hall. After several apologies, a how are you , and a good-bye , I went seeking Delaney. I found him in the Cadet Store. Hi Jim, what in the world are you doing here? Oh, I was just trying to sell the basketball coach some insurance, what about yourself? I'm just looking around, I replied, it's been quite a while since I was last here - five years, I believe. I went over to the drink machine and as I started to drop a dime in the slot a big, slow moving man in green overalls knocked me into the wall. Move bud, I gotta fix dis here machine. I looked around and saw the man's back. There in neat letters was the name: GLASS'S VENDORS. Glass, I thought, no it couldn't be .... My thoughts were interrupted when the man turned around and hit me in the shins with his tool box. Yes, it was Copley! We said hello and sat down with Delaney. After discussing how eachaof us was doing, we started talking about our old class- mates. What ever became of Butler, Glass asked. Oh, I replied, after studying taxidermy at W and L for two years, he and Mr. Purdue went to Afghanistan to hunt Gnu and they have been there ever since. Say, what about Rhinehart'? Er, I think he is still at the Institute for Advanced Study. He is working on some new type of Nuclear Reactor, said Jim. About that time a fat, damp faced little man with a note pad in his hand and a press card in his hat came walking in and proceeded to buy a soft drink. Grover Jackson! exclaimed Glass, come sit down and tell us about yourself. Oh, I'm the U. S. Correspondent for the Nippon News and .... He was interrupted by a lot of little voices yelling, Coach Lyons, Coach Lyons, tell us that story again, huh. Through the windows we saw the coach take some faded yellow press clippings from his pocket .... There I am, we could hear, All American .... First and ten on our own twenty yard line .... I call for a pass .... Back to our conversation. I learned that Ladd had graduated Magna Cum Laude from the Mobile County Trade School - his specialty, spot welding. St. George was designing model boat hulls for a toy company and Boykin was studying speech control at Oxford. 1- After we had talked for about an hour, a mob of seniors came running in having a rubber band battle, so we said good-bye to each other and started off on our individual ways. As I stepped out in the street I walked in front of a great red sports car driven by none other than Norman Cox. The ambulance roared off, leaving a strip of rubber about twenty-five feet long. The jolt was familiar. Then an even more familiar nausea swept over me as we careened over a curb, just miss- ing a parked watermelon truck. Rose stuck his head out of the truck and yelled at our driver to slow down. I exerted all my remaining energy to turn my head up front so that I could see who was driving. It was Fink - I just shut my eyes. About halfway to the hospital I peeked out of the back window and saw a large black car which seemed to be chasing the ambulance. As we turned ' -is-i