Auburn High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Auburn, NE)

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Senior Class Prophecy As I was sitting by tho fireside dreaming, one cold, wintry night, a very remarkable tiling happened. I had not been dozing very long until some strange elf of fairyland tapped me upon the shoulder: “ 1 am tlu1 fairy, Good Fortune,” said the wee one, “Make one wish which you desire and it shall be granted.” “You are .just the person I have been longing for,” 1 replied, “ Do picture for me the Senior Class of 19:22 as they will be in 1928.” “All right,” said the elf, “close your eyes and we are off to fairyland.” When 1 opened my eyes 1 found myself in a dark, gigantic forest. Between two mammoth oak trees a curtain of ferns was stretched. Upon moving closer to the screen these scenes or persons stood out plainly. Ollie Hayes was conducting a class of thirty pupils in a large city school. “She married Chester Combs not long ago,” said the small elf. “Prof. Combs was unable to shoulder tbe burden of household expenses, so Ollie is helping him out.” Suddenly the scene changed and 1 found myself looking upon a busy newspaper office. Many stenographers were seated in the room, at desks, pecking away at typewriters. “Mr. and Mrs. Varro Clark manage this newspaper,” said the small voice. “Their paper is called the ‘California Whirlwind.’ Mrs. Clark, nee Klain Williams, is most of the office force.” 1 recognized Nettie Conner, Karina Klein, Minnie Webber and Chrstina Foyt at the desks, seemingly happy under the direction of their employer and former classmate. An office door stood out plainly in the next picture. Engraved in gold were these letters upon the door: Gage, Broady and Brown, most prominent lawyers in Chicago. The scene following this was a stage setting. Colored lights sent iridescent hues out into the forest. Behold, who should come out into this beautiful coloring but four beautiful dancing maidens, whom T recognized to be my classmates, Audrey Milam, Goldie Mayer, Marguerite Miner and Hollis Vanderford. “Wilbur Maclay, James Nav-smith and Kenneth Watkins are tho managers of ‘The Famous Ones’,” explained the elf. “Audrey is now Mrs. Kenneth Watkins and Hollis, Mrs. James Naysmith. The Honorable Wilbur seems to be a confirmed bachelor.” A pretty home scene appeared next. Dinner for six was being served at the home of the Reverend and Mrs. Wylie May. Mrs. May, nee Mary Sellers, was a charming hostess. The guests present were: Dr. and Mrs. Uvnn Paris, Mrs. Paris, nee Bessie Gillan, and Judge and Mrs. Roye Mayer, Mrs. Mayer, nee Mary Rohrs. Wylie seemed to have gained great waelth for many servants were seen moving to and fro, and the furnishings of the home were of tin very best. A butler, whom I recognized as Earl Rowen, was taking orders from his employ- Papre Twenty-sev n

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Class History Four years ago in the rising of the harvest moon the tribe of the hill and the tribe of the valley met at the foot of the bill clamoring for entrance at the big lodge. The other three tribes of the big lodge held a feast in honor of the two tribes who now were united. The new tribe held a pow-wow and chose Brave Gage as their chief and the fair maiden Ord as assistant. Maiden Sellers was the chief scribe and Black held the wampum pole. For nine moons the new tribe battled with ignorance on the happy hunting grounds. Through all these battles Squaw Johnson led the battle. For three long moons the tribe of the hill and the valley rested. Then at tin Big Lodge tin tribe again held their annual pow-wow, this time chosing from their number the Brave Warrior Williams as their Chief and Maiden Copleand to assist him while the chief scribe and wampum holder was conferred upon the young Warrior Baris. Again the tribe went forth to battle and again returned with the scalp of ignorance. In the sham battles between the tribes this tribe also took a few of the honors. After a rest of three moons the tribe again prepared for battle. This time a more experienced tribe went forth and wandered to harder fields to conquer. In the big pow-wow of the season Maiden Good was chosen to lead the tribe and warrior Gage was her assistant. Warrior Broady held the wampum pole for the tribe. The tribe of the hill and valley gave the tribe now leaving the Big Lodge a feast in the spring of their third year at the big lodge. In the rising of the fourth harvest moon since the tribe of the Hill and Valley had come to the Big Lodge the big pow-wow was held and Gillilan, the bravest Warrior, was chosen to lead the tri S e. Maiden Stewart had the honor of being assistant and the fair W illiams was scribe and wampum holder. This is the tribe’s last year at the big lodge and they will go forth into the world a better experienced tribe than the frail warriors who had started to attend the big lodge four years ago. As Braves and Maidens leave the big lodge they leave only the kindest thoughts behind and will highly recommend the big lodge to all who wish to attend . —REX GAGE Pape Twenty-six

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er and giving them to the other servants in a dignified and scrupulous manner. Next 1 saw an orchestra, consisting of six of our classmates, namely: Mrs. James Gillilan, nee Lois Ord, piano; Eugene Perry, violin; James Gillilan, banjo; Merle Irvin, clarinet; Charles Wrightsman, flute, and Harlan Whitwell, drums.' They were hol ling a New York audience spellbound. Garland, Merle and Charles had tired of the life of tin Tillers of the Soil and had discovered their wonderful musical talents long ago. A pretty little studio was the next picture. Beautiful oil paintings were upon all the walls. At tin easel 1 recognized the famous artist, Madame Broady, nee Lucile Harris. John, at the farther end of the room was adoring her pictures, in his dreams only, for Oh! how comfortable the sofa was after a hard day of work as a “most prominent lawyer. ’ ’ Maude Stewart, 1 recognized in tin next picture, seated at a large desk, busily writing. “She is a remarkable authoress now,” stated the elfin man. “She has gained great riches from her writings on “The Importance of the Toothless Comb.” Margaret Moron, famous leader of the Ladies’ Ku Klux Klan of the West was next shown to me. She seemed to be standing at flu mouth of a cave. She clapped her hands twice and two white figures appeared bearing her robe. Placing the robe over her head she departed from sight down into the cave. The two white ghost like forms stood staring after her. Suddenly, and as if from nowhere, two other white figures appeared. The white robes of the figures disappeared and the four phantoms changed to life-like forms. Surely it could not be—but yet it was—our daring classmates: Frieda Curtis, Josephine right, Rosetta Naysmith and Lillian Hylton. Two great white birds were the only things detectable in the next picture. Closer and closer they came, as if they were going to alight. Down, down, down they came. They were airplanes of course, and it seemed as if a race was on. There was, and tin result was a tit of the very closest kind. Two feminine looking pilots jumped from the planes, who were no other than the two widely famed American aviatreces, (Curly) Matilda Coeur and Naomi Rains. The girls were competing for the highest honor, but their ability seemed to lx so well matched that the races always resulted in a tie. The next scene lay in a hospital. Row after row of white beds was seen. A doctor and white clad nurse entered tin ward. Certainly she was no other than our classmate, Erma Good. “The doctor with her is her husband,” said the elf. At this time another nurse entered the room. What—she resembled myself. It really seemed too good to be true but it was. I pinched myself to see if 1 were asleep. Sure enough, I had been. The fairy had flown and I was left with the tumbled aircastles at my feet. —MONA BLACK. Page Twenty-eight