1954 WILL AND PROPHECY
WILL
We. the class of 1954 do put before the eyes of all the students of Yo-Hi and the faculty this testament of our will to you.
I, Larry Adams, do will my Zama speed record to Mike Swofford.
I, Olive Anderson, Will my honey bucket earrings to Ronnie Stiufbergen.
I, Dave Baker, will my ability to get along with people to Helen Ramsey.
I, Don Bravard, will my lunch time sojourn in Room 310 to anyone who needs a rest hour.
We, Wanda Butler and Carol Carr, will our Carol and Wanda Inc. to any two girls who get along so well.
I, Tom Clinard, will my petite stature to Joe Challmers.
I, Pat Collie, will my ability to get A's to Greg Schultz.
I, Carlyn Culver, will my eyelash curler to Paul Jaccard.
I, Thelma Curry, will my handbook of Judo Holds to Mike McWilliams.
I, Larry Dann, will the top stairs near the Senior lockers to James Hunt.
I, Sharon Delanery, will my ability to draw solid geometry figures to any young artist.
I, Dottie Ennis, will my bubbling wit to Susie Conland.
I, Mary Ann Fanning, will my sweet disposition to Maxine Plapp.
I, Ed Featherstone, will my big feet to Dave Williams - he needs them.
I, Norma Fish, will the soft spot in Miss Scheidler's Heart for me to Genivieve Fujimoto.
I, Evelyn Gentry, will my barber scissors to Irene Gildewell.
I, Court Guerin, will my ability to "study" to Don Lorentzen.
I, Blake Hawkins, will my slide rule to Miss Zimmerman.
I, Ann Hoffman, will my soft voice to Craig Culver.
I, Carol Hudiburg, will my nickname "Corky" to "Spike' Stallard.
I, Colleen Johnstone, will my big grin to Doña Pullen.
I, Charles Kenyon, will my box of Rye Krisp to Bill Johnson.
I, Juanita King, will my roller skating ability to Sharen Draveland.
I, Clint Kriese, will my Atlas Handbook to Clarance "Tootie" Adams.
I, Luien Chang, will my library of comic books to Jed Kenna.
I, Marllyn Miller, will my cartoon drawing ability to next years Art Editor.
I, Joyce Moore, will my "influence" to Bob Coker.
I, James Myers, will my chair in Room 310 to Terry Bishop.
I, Tom Nock, will my love for Tansan gingerale to anyone who is thirsty.
I, Donna Orthner, will my ability to "talk faster than you" to Sue Barryman.
I, Lallyanne Patterson, will my messy locker to Sue Gavigan.
I, Jerrie Presgrove, will my picture selling ability to the person who inherits the job in '55.
I, Suzanne Shaler, will my short class schedule to Dorothy Collins.
I, Ross Tarvin, will my sculpturing ability to anyone who needs it.
I, Sylvia Taylor, will my seniority on the Bluff bus to the next in line.
I, Joan Todd, will my friendliness to Connie Cohen.
I, Dorothy Tyler, will my ability to skip study hall to anyone foolish enough to try it.
I, Janet Walker, will my aptitude for acting the part of a mother in a play to Pat Delaney.
I, Mary Lee Wible, will my honesty to Sue Buell.
I, Bob Wolinski, will my chewing gum to Miss Swadlay's waste basket.
I, Clarence Villemaz, will my wavy black hair to Mr. Rugland.
PROPHECY
June 11, 1964 finds us whizzing across the continent in our space ship, The Yo-Hi. This fantastic creation was designed by Larry Adams, one of the nation’s foremost aeronautical engineers. It proves that man can fly faster than the sound of Hillbilly music. This music is coming from the guitar of Clint Kriese and his ‘Kool Kats’ who are currently playing at the Future Forum. Also featured in this same act are Norma Fish (now known as Monica Dell) and Ross Tarvin with his “gone guitar’. This act is also being seen by many home-viewers on the new Hawkins Helioscope--which allows the operator to select a given program by mental telepathy.(Blake also has finally built a better mousetrap)
Suddenly through the Helioscope, we see one of the ‘kool Kats’ cut his finger on a sharp C (#). He is immediately rushed to the Plutonian Hospital where Edward Featherstone M.D. takes care of him. He is assisted by nurses’, Olive Anderson, Mary Ann Manning and Sus Shaler. At the same time, over the inter-com, we hear a distress signal for Dr. Clarence Villemez, whose able hands are needed. He stops to glance out the window on his way to surgery and whom does he see but number-1 window cleaner, Larry Dann. Then abruptly reminded of the urgency of the call by Evelyn Gentry, surgical nurse, he hurries on.
Leaving the hospital and all its sundry inhabitants, we continue our journey which takes us over the Silver Portal, the bridge spanning the entrance to the Baccalaureate Sea. This bridge is noted for being the seventeenth wonder of the modern world and was designed by civil engineers, Lallyanne Patterson and Thomas Nock. In a fleeting glimpse, we see Carlyn Culver combing the beach beneath us.
In the distance we see cherry blossoms--it’s Washington D.C.--home of Pat Collie, singing representative to Congress from San Diego.
Still in Washington the scene changes to the Pentagon, where we view Capt. David Baker wandering through the halls with a glazed look in his eyes lost ! A uniformed guard,--shy, it’s Court Guerin takes him gently by the arm and leads him to a convenient exit. Rounding the corner, we find ourselves confronting a broad be- uniformed chest. Raising our eyes a foot or so from their accustomed level, we see our old basketball hero, Tom Clinard, and peeping out from behind him, we spot a head of blonde curls--Thelma Curry, looking attractive in a uniform which testifies to the fact that she is an Army nurse.
Slightly bewildered by all this brass, we take a wrong turn and a brilliant flash of navy blue tells us we’re in the Navy’s section. The navy blue uniforms belong to WAVE Jan Walker and naval architect James Myers, who are walking along mumbling something about allotting space for mariners from Mars ! Commodore Luen Chang strides along down the next corridor we come to and the brilliance of gold braid on his uniform dazzles us into an inferiority complex and seeing our space ship knocking on the window with its supersonic window knockers, we willingly join the crew to start out for out next destination--Lower-Zulu-Land, where it is rumored some of the class of 1954 are in hiding.
To occupy the two and one-half minutes it takes to get to Lower Zulu Land, situated on a star approximately 25,000 light years from New York, we pick up a copy of the ‘Lower Zule Independent Associated Syndicate’s Herald Flash’, being hocked by and inter-space newsboy, and we find on the front page a feature story by Corky Hudiburg on the activities of Joyceovitz Samooresky, Lower Zulu’s chief counter-espkonage agent. She is pictured on this page in her favorite disguise of shaggy beard and hornrimmed Polaroid’s. Laying down the paper in preparation to leave our pressurized cabin, we happen to glance at the back page, which is dominated by a clever cartoon by Marilynn Miller. In it an inter-space patrol mechanic is hitting his mother-in-law with a frying pan. My he looks familiar-- why it’s Don Bravard.
Leaving our plane, we walk up and down the slanted streets (gives a better perspective) of Lower Zulu and passing one of the smaller schools (the new aluminum building of twenty floors designed by Donna Orthner), we spot some familiar faces and decide to investigate.
Entering the principal’s office, we find Phil Battey, who now teaches Math, and on his lap, beautifully taking dictation is Bobbi Griffen.
Feeling out of the place we move on to the next room where we find Ann Hoffmann, unhappily looking at some micro-filmed senior themes. She sighs out loud. “Anne I never understood what Miss Swadley meant.” Disliking to interrupt her dazed condition, we move on to the next room where bedlam seems to reign. It is the kindergarten of this progressive school and in it Sylvia Taylor, Joan Todd and Dot Tyler, all wearing harassed looks, are trying to get their insecure little individuals to behave. Suddenly throwing their courses in Child Psychology out the window, each picks up a squalling brat and begins to hit where it will do the most good. Shades of 1950! Startled, we withdraw.
Outside the door, we see a group of young mothers waiting for the PTA meeting to begin. Among them are Wanda Butler, who we manage to hear remark, “Well Egbert’s the oldest of my nine, you know!” Not to be outdone, Colleen Johnstone (new wife of one of earth’s window cleaners), Juanita King, Sharon Delaney, Jerrie Presgrove and Dot Ennis all chime in with stories about the virtues of their youngun’s. Our eardrums beginning to take a beating, we decide to move on.
Rounding another corner, we see two people who look familiar. One looks angry; the other, unhappy. Why, it’s English teacher, Mary Lee Wible, and gum-manufacturer Bob Wolinski. It seems the latter is taking an ear-beating over the extensive distribution of atomic bubble-gum in the school. Guaranteed to explode with a large bang and disrupt classes, it is not appreciated by the faculty. Now we pass a room from which issue sounds of lively music and a woman’s voice sounding 1,2,3;1,2,3; why, it’s Caryl Carr, the schools dancing teacher. The sight of six flights of supersonic upsa-daisies is a far cry from Yo-Hi’s steep steps, but glancing at our radium illuminated wrist-watches, and sending a mental flash, we read the message that we have exactly 35 minutes to eat dinner and return to earth at the sound of the tone. A bell-like sound is heard and we rush next door to “Tita’s Short-Flying Saucer” (a reconstructed ancient space-ship--the conventional old type). Leilani Rossiter waits on us and the food is literally “out of this world.”
As we climb back in the Yo-Hi, we think back on the wonderful day we’ve passed and realize that we’ve seen everyone in our graduating class.
As we zoom back through space to earth, passing many commuters on the way, we realize that this has, indeed, been a very wonderful day.
