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About The Chemawa American (Chemawa, Or.) 19??-current | View Entire Issue (May 1, 1949)
CLASS Friends and classmates, the past with its joys and sorrows is back of us and can only be recalled in memories, the pi es ent is with us with its trials and triumphs, and the future is ahead of us. The modern world is full of energy, invention and imagination. It is because of this that tonight we may look ahead into the future to the year of 1960 and see the class of 1949. This has been possible through the great invention of radio and television. Ralph Charles, we see located in the state of Washington on a farm and has become very prosperous raising pure bred Herefords. Ralph left his career as short-stop for the Boston Braves to fulfill his desire to be a farmer. John Crane and Lawrence James, after being rated A-l mechanics, were promoted to positions of supervisors in a Chevrolet factory, but ah! now we behold the neon sign on a Chevrolet factory which reads, "James, Crane and Co., Own ers." They started learning me chanics from Mr. Speed. And here is where Esnestine Lane landed after leaving Che- mawa. She crashed right into a beauty shop in Portland, got out her comb and curlers and went to work. Now she owns a whole string of beauty shops from coast to coast. All of her customers are the very best people, many Chemawa stu dents and employees, no less. You ask, "Where is Victor Jackson?" We lost track of Vic tor for a while but finally lo cated him in Beatty, Oregon, where he gives cut-rate haircuts when he is not busy on his PROPHECY Dude Ranch where such per sonalities as Geno Autry, Roy Rogers and Dale Evans vaca tion. We hear that Vic is an ideal host and often entertains his guests by playing his guitar and singing as he did in Che mawa. Florence Ingawanup gradu ated from a mid-western col lege majoring in home econom ics. We see her now as she teaches the younger genera tion the art of cooking and making pencil slim skirts. She is in the Indian service at Mt. Edgecumbe school, in Sitka, Alaska. A shadow of a trans-conti nental air liner appears on the screen, Lucky Lady is gaily painted on its side. It has land ed and the passengers step out one by one followed by the air hostess whom we recognize at once as our classmate Leora Plummer who has achieved the vision she dreamed up when she was a senior in 1949. The screen is rather blurry. Ah, yes, it is in the shadows of the Havasupai Valley where the natives dance to ancient chants and tom - toms. The young man chatting with the natives is our classmate Alvin Settler now a world famous anthropologist. He has come to the Havasupai Harvest Festival to study the culture of this In dian Tribe. The scene shifts to a ward in a veterans hospital. A young nurse is bending over a bed. She straightens up and looks our way. How prim she looks in her snowy white uniform. Do we recognize her? Surely, for it is no other than our friend Delores Racehorse, who has 6 achieved her desire to become a nurse. A portly gentleman is noticed coming down the boulevard. We recognize him at a glance as Barney Hyde. He doesn't seem to have grown a day older. He tells us he is in the bakery business, not wearing a white apron. Oh no, he's own er of the Hyde Bakery, famous for its binhday cakes Remem ber, Barney helped bake Che- mawa's 69th one. The scene shifts to the lobby in a swank New York hotel. There we see two well-dressed gentlemen who seem to be hav ing a very confidential talk. As we recognize both of them, even though they have grown mus taches, which gives each a dis tinguished look. You have guessed it, William Belgarde and Jimmie Parker, who have done very well in their line. They are contractors and are discussing their next assign ment of building additional buildings at Lake Success, as the Cold War is ended and Russia with her satellites have pulled down the Iron Curtain and are joining with the other Nations to make a real Peace. William and Jimmie got their start when they plastered the Library ceiling—remember? Speaking of libraries, let us take a look in the Congression al Library in Washington, D. C. Upon entering the building our attention is drawn to the li brarian. She looks familiar. Well, well, if it isn't our class mate Helen Campbell. Helen was assistant librarian wav back in 1949. Upon Blimp's suggestion (it really makes him smile to be
