Arriba High School - Ace Yearbook (Arriba, CO)

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Page 22 CLASS PROPHECY Having arrived in a large Californian city a day before my business appointment required, I found time hanging heavily on my hands, and wan- dered out to one of the city parks. I found a bench in a secluded corner, and sat down to rest. A discarded newspaper attracted my attention, and I picked it up glancing idly thro-ugh the advertising section. My eye was caught by the following strange advertisement: Trenton Court, Samuel R. Parvin, Apartment 13 Oriental Crystal Gazer, 213 Park Avenue. At first there seemed nothing significant in this, but gradually the name began to recall old memories. Speeding! Rear guard! Talking in the halls! Assembly Angels! Office-Why, of course, that was the name of our superintendent at Arriba in 1928. Surely, this could not be the same man! However, my curiosity was aroused, and I determined to investigate. I walked over to a taxi and asked the driver to take me to the address. We soon reached the apartment which was in a beautiful section of the city. A young Oriental took my card, and I was soon shown into an elegantly fur- nished, dimly lighted room. The furnishings were of oriental design and tex- ture. A small table upon which stood some object, which I could not make out on account of a covering of tapestry, caught and held my attention. A slight stir, and the curtains opened-there, indeed, was Mr. Par- vin, our old superintendent, but how strangely dressed! Robed in an oriental costume of rich design and wearing a turban of harmonizing color upon his head, his appearance gave me a shock. Apparently, he didn't recognize an old pupil of his, in me. He quietly glided to the table, motioning me to a chair. He then removed the tapestry and revealed a crystal globe, gleaming faintly in the shaded light. A moment he paused, and I noticed a sweet odor of incense pervading the air. In a voice hushed to mysterious quietness he said, What or whom do you wish to have revealed to you ? Heavens! I hadn't thought of that! My mind worked fast-Why my old classmates, of course. How wonderful if I could learn where they were and see them in the magic crystal! I made my desire known. At once Mr. Parvin's hands began to move. With a sinuous, uncanny motion they circled and trembled, hovering about the globe. The peculiar light brightened in the center and blurred, moving objects began to appear. Then clearer vision came, and I could see a brass band proudly par- ading in uniforms of red, trimmed with white stripes. Why, those were our old class colors. And that band leader-Ray Ballard, without a doubt! We had chosen him for our class ,president back in '28, but little did we think he would one day be the proud leader of Sousa's band.

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Page 21 j CLASS WILL Ladies and Gentlemen, Board of Education, Superintendent, Teachers, and Friends :-' V We, the Senior Class of 1928, of the Arriba High School, of the City of Arriba, County of Lincoln, and State of Colorado, being of sound and dis- posing mind and memory do hereby make our last will and testament. a We hereby give and bequeath: To the Faculty, all the new and startling information gained from our examination papers, To Mr. Parvin, more Angels in his assembly, To Mr. Nichols, the right to finance an annual whenever he feels so disposed, To Mrs. Nelson, the right to dismiss the assembly at noon and eve- nings, To Miss Finlay, the right to mov-e her assembly into the office so the students will not have to go back and forth so much, To Mrs. Daelhousen, the right to help put on as many operettas as she sees fit, To the juniors, the right, when they become seniors, not to have an annual if they do not want one, To the sophomores, the courtesy that the juniors have shown us this year, To the freshmen, our success in graduating from Arriba High School, To George, Clarence leaves his ability to play center on the basket ball team. ' To Russell, Lawrence wills his good behavior during assembly periods. To Johanna, Bernice leaves the science of blushing. To Eva, Katherine wills her quiet disposition. To Marvin, Ray leaves his musical ability. We give and bequeath: To the chemistry class, the right to experiment with rotten eggs, To the algebra class, the politeness which we showed them during their class period, To the typewriting class, we will three or four new typewriters. To the shop pupils, we will the right to win more prizes offered by their teacher. To the Latin I class, we will a larger enrollment. To the history class, we will the right to absorb all knowledge that we did not get. To the journalism class, we will, someone who is capable of being editor-in-chief of the annual. i To the girls in geometry class, we will the right to take shop instead of geometry. To the general science class, we will the right to- keep their room neat. To the Spanish class, we will the right to talk Spanish in case they go abroad. To the English class, we will more themes, compositions, and book reviews. To the bookkeeping class, we will a carload of pen holders as we think they will undoubtedly need them. To the orchestra, we will more C melody saxaphones, as they may need them. As we are about to pass from Arriba High School, we hope the class of '28 will be remembered as having done its best for the Purple and White.

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Page 23 The gay parade passed on, and now a cozy cottage was revealed. Several of our senior girls had worn diamonds-whose home could this be? A shift in the crystal, and I saw inside the cottage, a plump little lady sitting by the fireside, holding a white Persian cat on her lap. The cat seemed to be her only companion. Then I recalled that all of Agnes' lovers had chosen the other girl. The mist evaporated-then I saw a train rushing toward me. As it drew nearer, the engineer, clad in grimy overalls, glanced toward me-Law- rence Davis, with the same old mischief in his eyes! The train sped on its way. A large building with the sign United Artists came into view. A fashionably clad lady was coming down the steps. My head swam, as she looked up, for it was no other than Katherine McFad- den, who seemed so perfectly at home in this moving picture building. A film star, now wouldn't you have been a bit dizzy. too? Another change in the crystal sphere, and a magnificent pillared building came into view. The White House! Surely, no classmate of mine had risen so high. But who was that dignified, plump lady sitting in the arm chair? She seemed to be entertaining distinguished guests. As she looked up I caught the sparkle of brown eyes behind glasses and recognized Jean Nel- son. Ah, I remembered how we used to feel sorry for Jean because her mother was so particular about her associates. Maybe mothers know best, after all. I had not gotten over this surprise when I saw bars from in the cry- stal ball. Bars? I shudderedf Surely, none of our old class had met such a fate. I looked closer trying to identify this erring child of sin. Clarence Reinemer!-But that did not look like a jail. Why, that was the cashier's window in a fine looking bank. Wow! 'What a relief. A whirl in the ball. A cloud of dust thrown up by an automobile spinning along the highway. A small, well dressed woman sat at the steering wheel, I recognized Mary Palsa. She was on her way to Denver where she held a position as stenographer in the H. C. Penny store. Apparently she was returning to her work after visiting friends in Arriba. Another scene came into view. I saw a small house bearing the sign, Marcel Shoppe,,' Work Guaranteed. Looking through the window I saw a good looking man at the barber's chair, while toward the rear a round- faced blond woman was marcelling a customer's hair. Yes, it was Bernice, assisting her husband in a combined tonsorial and beauty shop. A drug store next came before my eyes. Ice cream, soft drinks and candy-all kinds of it. A tall, slight lady was serving behind the counter. As she smiled I recognized Mabel Seaburg. How did she get here? Oh, yes, I remember she did fall for 'that handsome druggist in Arriba years ago. Sunset in the crystal ball. Fields of waving grain. Down the lane a herd of cattle lazilycorning home. From the field a team of horses comes driven by a tired farmer. In the yard behind the house a woman is feeding chickens. Which of the girls could this be? As the scene brightened, I rec- ognized Viola. Yes, I remember she married that farmer boy right after school was out. The light faded from the crystal ball. It had lost its magic, nothing could be seen in its depths. Had I been dreaming? Dazed by these myster- io-us things I staggered out. Had the future of the class of 1928 really been shown to me? Time alone can tell.