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
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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