Pryor Scrapbook Dr. Joe, 1986

Dear Dr. Joe, 170 Red Cedar Drive Rochester, New York 14616 March 14, 1986 I'm sorry I can't be with you for the Petit Jean reunion, but I did want to share with you some of the memories I have of my years working on the annual staff. With 34 years behind me since that phase of my life, my memories may be a little cloudy or distorted, but they're my memories, nevertheless. They're fond memories, although some of the experiences that generated t he memories may not have been so fond at the time. Fortunately, confabulation tends to make us soon-to-be senior citizens view the past in the most positive way. Some of my most vivid memories associated with the Petit Jane are: --My first experience with the Petit Jean was working on pasteup with Ruth Bornschlegel. That's where I first got introduced to the yearbook bug. I remember the hours hunched over a table with the smell of rubber cement. These days I would have been worried about lung cancer from the fumes, but then we weren't too worried about such things, and anyway I was used to much more unlikeable smells in chemistry labs. --When I and my razor blades and rubber cement were passed on to Ann Morris, I remember especially her idea for a collage of heads for the divider pages. Lots of snipping and pasting on those. That's the trouble with yearbook editors -- lots of great ideas that they leave to the overburdened and underrecognized staff to execute. Sometimes, I expect, I would have rather .executed Ann. --Mr. Maplesden (or Mr. Maplehead, as we called him) from Burd and Fletcher in Kansas City. He was really a great person to work with, and I remember him fondly. --The trip to Kansas City with you, Bessie Mae and Ann in your 1950 (I ·think) Studebaker. Anyhow, it was the one with the pointed nose that looked like an airplane. I especially remember, for some reason, going through Eureka Springs -- the first and only time I was ever there. Certainly expanded my horizons, though -- not everybody's been to Eureka Springs. --Staying with your sister-in-law and her mother in Kansas City. Their hospitality and graciousness was wonderful, the only problem being that I had to share a bed with you (or you with me, whichever the case may be), and I discovered you had a habit of bouncing in the middle of the night. I don't think I got much sleep.