Whitesville High School - Wycenian Yearbook (Whitesville, NY)

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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

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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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W hen we were once again in the air, another helicopter passed us advertising a Miracle Circus in Atlanta, Georgia. I had heard rumors that Jean was there during the winter so we planned to take in the big attraction. After we had seen nearly all the circus we stopped to see the trapeze performance. It was an amazing sight. The acrobats were called “Tillie and Tyler”. Tyler held a rope be- tween his teeth while swinging one hundred and forty feet high. Suddenly his partner, Tillie, jumped from a higher platform and turned five times before reaching the rope. After the performance was over, the couple came down to take a bow. This was the biggest surprise of my trip. The couple was revealed to me as Lois Harris and her husband, a red-head. In our school days, I had told Lois to steer away from red-heads because they were dangerous. Evidently she had found him to be a safe investment, because now, it is a life- time proposition. I soon gave up looking for Jean in Atlanta and we moved farther south. I knew exactly where we could locate Irene Kear, and that was our next stop—Thomasville, Georgia. Irene is a first class secretary in a big banking concern. She is the envy of all her classmates. I found her at her eight-room apartment on Lake Street. We talked about the folks back home, and I told her of all our classmates I had found. She directed me to Dorothy Teater, who was in Mobile, Alabama. We left Irene and followed the route to Mobile. Dorothy was surprised to see me and thrilled to meet my husband. She has many admirers, and still fears that she will be an old maid. Her business is an odd one. She has a home for men wounded in service. 21