Westmount School - Review Yearbook (Edmonton, Alberta Canada)

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A great number of nurses are arriving now. There are Shirley McConnell, Evelyn Newton, Helen Smith, Betty Parslow and Isobel Thompson. Mr. Bob Weeks, the dean of the University of Alberta, enters with his harried secretary, Arlene Pinch, who is getting her Latin, French and German rather mixed as she attempts to answer Mr. Weeks’ large correspondence. To listen to me talk you’d think that W.H.S. has produced a lot of bache¬ lors and old maids, but such is not the case, for Lucy Muir, Ruth Wood, Mary Greenough, Hazel Lawrence. Art Hougan, Muriel Shortreid. Vi Meredith, Bob Rooney, Helen Pritchard, Florence Harmon, Betty Mason and Jean Forbes are all happily married and have brought their respective wives and husbands along to the reunion. There is Bob Robb and Keith Smeltzer, famous skiiers, followed by little Adala Millward, who sings with Kenny Mart’s orchestra in Montreal. I also see Blanche Tiviotdale, the famous woman doctor, and Shauna Little, a life guard at Miami Beach, Florida. Strolling through the doorway is that “ racket-eer,” Johnny Stott, inter¬ national tennis champ, followed by Esther Johnston, who is reaching surealistic fame with her painting “Sky on Sofa.” Lome Patterson strides in, having just returned from tiger hunting in Africa, with Pauline Arnett, who has be¬ come head pianist in maestro Bill Fitzpatrick’s hot swing orchestra, now en¬ gaged in Paris. In the procession are Don Turner and Berneice McCrae, still doing a rem¬ nant of the “Whoopie Walk” on the dance floors, followed by Helen Ericksson, just returned from her missionary outpost in China. Mary Osypchuck comes in proudly clinging to her diplomat husband, and Nancy, sporting sables, follows with an oil man from Peace River. Stella Brent, personal secretary to the Premier of Canada, is followed in by Gordon Bayley, who is an All Ameri¬ can football star. Marion McConnell dashes in breathless from the world tour of the world champion basketballers. Here is Gordon Retallack, owner of a big cattle ranch in southern Alberta, who plays pro hockey in the winters. Joan Byar is now a famous movie star. Daphne Adams and Mildred Brown, two busy stenographers, seat themselves beside Ken Davies, who has attained prominence in chemical engineering. Edgar Guest, who is making preparations for a trip to the moon, glides in with the immaculate, pompous, perfect butler, Butch Garrett. The long table is nearly completely occupied, when a rush of late-comers arrive. I see George Lempriere (pharmacist), Don Arnett (northern pilot), Murta Steward (social butterfly), Hilda Law (dress designer), Doris Little (artist’s model), Irene Bowden, M.P., (and we don’t mean mounted policeman). Why, there’s Dick Bashor, head of the chamber of commerce, and behind him Ted Austin, now head of an automatic typewriter concern, Walter Brown, owner of Men’s Clo¬ thiers, and Mary Travers, the red-headed bombshell who consoles broken hearts by her world wide knowledge of love and its complications through the medium of her column, “I Fix It.” Just as Jock Bell rises amidst a flourish of kilts and sporrans to propose a toast, I awake with a start to find the fire out, the cat mewing, and someone pounding on the door. As I was sitting there in the darkness, musing over my dream, and “burp¬ ing” incessantly, I wondered if 1 would see just such a scene could I but turn the wheels of time forward. Father Time will tell the tale, and may it be as happy a tale as the one related above. Page forty-five