Whitesville High School - Wycenian Yearbook (Whitesville, NY)

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CLASS PROPHESY My husband, Superman, just left the house and I have no cus- tomers in my beauty shop now, so I will tell you about the trip I took last Saturday. I was restless and had nothing to do but to drift back to the good-old-days in Whitesville Central School. I laughed at some in- cidents that weren’t to be laughed at, at the time they happened. I’ll never forget the day Irene Rear attempted to sit down, and hit the floor instead. I also recalled Richard Blow trying to tell a good joke, but he always laughed so hard that he would work up a cough, and the joke was lost. Lillian Flamini used to be good at making up her own jokes. Soon, I began wondering what had happened to all of my classmates. Had Betty ever become a nurse? I wonderer where the old “gang” was and what they were doing. When Superman came home for dinner, I put the proposition up to him; and, after my dishwasher had finished its job, we were off through the sky. Please don’t jump to conclusions; we were in our helicopter. My husband retired ten years after we were married, and our son is doing his job very nicely. First, I contacted Mr. Ray Smith to inquire of Betty’s location. Much to my surprise, I was directed to the city of Hallsport. It now has a population of 3,000 including Betty’s family. She had started her career as a nurse but found the cheesemaking business more profitable. I found her under the name of Costello. We had a long visit and through her I discovered that Arloine Freeman is no longer 19

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To Mr. Austin we leave the remembrance of his first Senior Class of W. C. S. We are sure Mr. Laughlin would appreciate our willing him new equipment for the shop. To Mr. “Luke” Wilson we will a winning basketball team for the future years. To Mrs. Cornell we will the further humor and gaity throughout our high school years. To Miss Pettibone we will a band and chorus with perfect at- tendance of members. To Mrs. Barney we will our friendship and appreciation from her eighth grade graduation class of ’40. To Miss Braunschweiger we leave the hope that she won’t have to transport the faculty to and from Wellsville every day. To Mrs. Keefe we leave the hope that she won’t have any more automobile accidents. To Mrs. Hurlburt we leave our thanks for joining the faculty. To Mrs. Clark we leave our deepest and most sincere gratitude for her kind assistance while in the fifth and sixth grades. To Mrs. Coats we leave our deep appreciation for being our first teacher. (Signed, and sealed this twenty-third dred and forty-four.) day of June, nineteen hun- L. F. 18

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a resident of the United States. I remembered that Aroline was a Cadet Nurse, but I was unaware that she had ever gone over-seas. Yes, Aroline went to England in 1947, and an English soldier stepped into her life. I understand she lives in Liverpool. We left Betty and started south to find Jean Crittenden. In New York City, I was determined to see the new stage hit—“A Million Girls and Me,” starring some new discovery in movies. At the door I met Lillian Flamini. She informed me that she was director of the show and is now a success in that field. I had to turn down her invitation to dine that evening, but she escorted us to our seats. In the show I heard a beautiful, mellow voice similar to that of Frank Sinatra of 1944, but yet it had that Gene Autry touch. The possessor of such a magnetic voice was a tall, dark and muscular man who» looked familiar. It looked like—but no, it couldn’t be—why, yes, it is none other than Richard Blow. To my surprise, I learned that Rich is a famous movie and radio star. His public name is Elmer Warble. The show had left me speechless, but we left Lillian and pro- ceeded to find Jean. In Morgantown, West Virginia, we stopped for gasoline. A billboard near the road immediately attracted my at- tention. It was a very clever advertisement of Ry-Crisp, that magic reducing compound. The picture was of a beautiful girl with long slender legs and a Rita Hayworth figure. I walked up to the picture and, in small print, I found the victim to be Mary Lewis. I’ve always had a feeling that Mary would make a perfect glamor girl . . . per- haps her wavy hair and brown eyes convinced me. 20