Barstow High School - El Desierto Yearbook (Barstow, CA)

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CPTOPIIECX 2, lf . I had ,-V been away from Barstow just a month, but it seemed agesito me.' I yearned ,for a glimpseof the school and I would have given my most vailuable possessions to .have met anYO119 f1a0m my home towntp' I was strolling down a sidekstreet of LosfAngeles wishing for home and becoming more melancholy 'with every step when I noticed a small grey house, nothing at alll unusual about the house, to be sure, but it bore a sign which caused me to stop- HAA Glimpse into the Future-Madame De Celle at home 10:30- 4:30 stood forth in prominent letters. I glanced at my watch anddecided that I could learn quite a :little in an hour.and auhalf. ' A neat i' French maid answered my knock and lmmedlately ushered me into a small room. The only llght was from- a large ball that 'rested in the center of the room, on a dark cushion. It threw adim rose tint over the scene which presented a symphony of soft dark colors. - . 1 f -t'Madamoiselle wishes to' know of the future'?H ' I . I nodded. . ' - f t'Madamoiselle will then sit here, she mentioned to a cushion near the glowing ball, Hand gaze -intentlyinto the magic spheref' I' did as she directed. At first I saw only 'aa beautiful, liquid, limpid, rose-colored space. Slowly this space took the form- of a room, which was lined with books. As the scene became more dis- tinct I saw the title, 4'The Adventure of -Salem Bagg -Leonard Soules. Book after book bore Leonard 's name, and afterya minute or so I realized that 'Leonard was to become an author-not one of the vast- number whose works are read widely at first, only to be forgotten in -a few years, but one whose name would live through the centuries. s . ' Again the space before me held no picture. -Then' I saw a young man enter. He seemed quite business like, even during the scenes' which followed, for this- youth -was evidently a famed hero of the screen. At any rate he was taking the prominent part in an Art Craft feature. Suddenly he turned his face to mine-Frank Greer! Quickly he clasped the leading lady to him and in one turn she faced me. As he murmured fervently HI love you,', her face was raised and I recognized Lelia. Perhaps my gasp of sur- prise had something to do wit it, but nevertheless the scene quickly changed. V I This time I beheld one of the stately rooms of the White House. A ba1'1Q.UQ'C, OT other social function was taking place, for the room was brilliantly llghted ,while gay silks and satins and jewels added to the scene. At first I recognized no one, then as someone men- tioned the President, and by a slight inclination of the head pointed Page Twenty-Efign1: 1, -f 'x l

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him out, I saw no other than Walter Bell! I A , ' cease 'Z Perhaps Madame noticed my agitatioiiyvajnldduxsseidmiitelrs plbiiffgg to transport-me to a more expected arcadie. For slowly but cer- tainly, a cozy- cottage appeared. It was -a lovely place with rgsss and trees, which.SliJ0ke of happiness and home ibut then Ruth al- ways had a tendency towards making 3, place. home-like for it was she who occupied the little rocker.J Then Joe came. As he Walked up to the pergola, Ruth arose and together they entered the house I fell. better, more calm. i W A I - ' ' I The next scene was one of a large court room, -filled to its ut- most capacity. A young, but evidently successful lawyer, was pleading earnestly for the victim. In this young man I easily recognized Floyd Haws. He seemed as calm as when he gfave rs- ports before the Modern History class, and much more in earnest. The accused was Eugene Miller, who had kicked a football through a window, where it collided with a lady of rather large dimensions. The result was disastrous-to her disposition, at least: But peace was restored when Mr. Haws won the case and Eugene was again free tokick balls, break .windows and encounter indignant ladies. Then I saw a boxing ring surrounded by a cheering audience. I guessed that it must be a heavy weight champion that was sought, for the two who so mercilessly batted 'each other around were very large. The larger of the two finally knocked his opponent down, who, before he could arise, found himself 'weighted down with the two or three hundred pounds' of Harold Soules. When I became conscious of what was going on I found myself cheering. But then, who could help it? Hadn't I always known thatone who so ably defended himself on the tennis court would become some kind of a champion? , ' I Again the scene changed, I was now gazing upon the Mohave Desert Opera Troupe, arrayed in all of its finery for the event of producing nothing less than Carmen.,' I was amazed to see Grace Brock as Carmen. She was stunning, her clark eyes danced and glittered and her beautiful coloring was setoff wonderfully by the bright red flowers in her hair. Robert White was the hand- some Jose whom Carmen influenced to betray his trust and let her escape from prison. His little country sweetheart whom he forgets, in his wild fascination for Carmen was my classmate, Inez Howe. Ceorge Leak made a 'very dashing and thrilling toreadore, while the rest of the famous troupe were unknown to me. And who was that young man 'of goodly stature whom I then beheld? Surely none but Edward Tuttle. He was very excited about something and searched feverishly among the letters upon the desk before him. Then he found the one desired and reading over his shoulder I saw that it notified him that oil stock, of which he held a thousand shares, had jumped from twenty cents a share to fifty dollars. So! His old hobby had become his vocation and he was a real speculator. But who was the stenographer who sat, pegging away on the typewriter in the corner? Edward rushed Page Twenty-Nine