Winslow High School - Meteor Yearbook (Winslow, AZ)

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MARVEL PENROD EGBERT BOSTWTCK HAZEL ARMSTRONG JESSIE HITCHCOCK EWART DAY ALOE FENTON LORENZO GARDUNO I’ate SixUtn

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PAIUS, FRANCE June 21, 1931. Senior Class Prophecy By Arms Miller My Dear Jessie: You will probably l e very much surprised to get a letter from me and mavW you have forgotten me as 1 was just one of the many members of the Junior (’lass in 1921 when you graduated. After I was graduated in the class of 1922 I left Winslow to enter a music college in New York and have now reached .after seven years of hard work, the height for which I have been seeking. For the last two years I have been traveling over the world in Monsier Pierre's famous orchestra We are back again in Paris and I shall have a short vacation before our next tour around the world. 1 have been out of Winslow nine long years but I have never forgotten the jolly times I had there. As my parents are now living in Los Angeles.I hardly ever hear any Winslow news. The other day I received a letter from my sister in Colorado and she said that you were still living in Winslow. The reason I am writing you is that I remember you were the president of the class of 1921 and would probably be more interested in what I have to tell you. It is very strange indeed that during my travels I have met or heard of every meml er of the 1921 class and have seen almost no other persons I knew except them. I was certainly surprised to find that almost half of the class are now in foreign countries. While I was traveling through Ecuador our train broke down at a little village composed of mean little huts and we were forced to stay all night there. Imagine my surprise when one of my friends and I wen out walking in the cool of the evening to spy a white girl sitting under a palm tree. An old Spaniard, a native, with long hair and dramatic eyes was apparently dictating to her and she was writing down with lightning speed what he was saying. Walking closer I recognized the girl to be Marvel Penrod. She did not notice our approach and we stood staring for a long time. She was taking down in Shorthand the Spanish he was talking. She did not at first recognize me but when I told her who I was she was overjoyed. She said that she had taken a course of Shorthand and typewriting and while traveling through South America she had gotten a position as stenographer to a native novelist. She liked her work very much. The real reason why she was staying, however, was that he was rich and owned a jungle and for her pay each week he gave her a wild animal. She sent all the wild animals back to the I'nitcd States to a museum which she had bought. At the time I saw her she was worth half a million. South America surely has its charms, for yet another member of the class is living there. In I obago I met Hazel Armstrong who told me she had followed a musical course and was giving concerts at all the large towns in South America. She is a world famous pianist. She has changed greatly since her school days .don't you think? Right here in France 1 ran onto Lorenzo (iarduno but I did not get to talk to him. One night 1. with a party of friends, was out auto riding. We had a puncture near a little farm house and naturally we sought help of the farmer. As one of the girls was talking to the farmer 1 looked around for I thought I heard music. There, sitting on the grass was Lorenzo, strumming upon a guitar, and looking up at a dark eyed girl sitting in a hammock. I did not have the heart to disturb them so I went back to Paris wondering why he had come so far from home. I could not have been mistaken for I remember his face distinctly. On our tour through Ireland I found—guess who? Alice Fenton. She was living in a village in Ireland and was the same sweet girl and had the same smile. She was making a living writing short stories and I found out that she was considered one of the best writers in Ireland. She was living with one of her sisters who had married a wealthy Irishman. In Prussia I met Irene Host wick who is instructing the little Prussian children in English. She feels contented in living there and has always wanted to teach, she says, and so help humanity. She is still quiet and good as always. We talked quite a while and from her 1 learned that •Stella Nelson was also following the profession of teaching. She is a teacher in a mission in Khiva, Asia. I he rest of the class have stayed in the United States, and I met them when we were touring America. Egbert Hestwick is living in Hartford, Ccnnccticut and is a noted chemist. Every one in the world of science looks up to him. Ewart Day has ljecome a noted comedian and is fast following in the footsteps of Charlie ( ha pi in. It was hard for me to imagine him thus, for he was always a studious boy in school. Hut I saw him in one of the prominent theatres in Indianapolis, and I no longer doubted that he will Wcomc successful in that line. I met my friend Isabel Coe in Montana. Her name is changed though now. She has Wen married five years to a famous opera singer. I shall probably see her more in the future for her husband signed a contract to appear in Opera in Paris. Jesse.Baker '.s :l rl( h cattle owner in Texas. I had a short talk with him and he said the cattle business paid Wtter but his hobby is writing poetry. Once in a while his | oems are found in magazines. P.igr Higkletn