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

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over toher- and said something. When she turned to answer I :recognized Ellen Iveson. , C' e c Q u r . - ,Theicoral space' before me became gradually darker, until I was pleased to witness the new Barstow Union Church. It was a 'oeau-I tiful- place, the more beautiful perhaps for its newness. In' fact theg place wasi not yet furnished and the interior decorator CLeta Thompsonl was casting a last -look at her work, and talking' with the minister, whom I recognized as Herbert Gauldin. They seemed very well satisfied and I am sure they had cause to. 1- The- scene slowly faded, while in its place a theater appeared. As the curtain went up I saw a mass of bright green and as I looked,-more closely I distinguished a broad velvet curtain across the back of the stage. In the center stood a number of Hlaldensa alsoin green, posed gracefully. Suddenly they began to dance and came' lightly, toward the audience. The-central figure advanced a little ahead of the others. The whole group seemed to float -in all sorts of -figures. Then they finally stood motionless. I was some- what surprised ,to recognize some of my old-schoolmates. ,There was Clara Bell, the leading' dancer. Gertrude, Elsie, Ruby, Mae, Essie and Grace Toennies made up the chorus. O, my! Who'd have thought it. u . A I y f I ' But not yet was that interesting pagent completed. Never had I-.beheld such a spotless store asnow greeted my eyes. The whole place was in white. Really it was a great improvement over the usual candy store on the Pike, but'I soon saw a good reason- for this-Charles Burden-yes the perfectly ,sane and practical Charles was the proprietor and at the time I gazed into his .place of busi- ness he was terribly interested in a pretty and. very ffchicf' appear- ing young lady, so much so that he was leaning half way over the counter. Iwas so Hflabbergastedw that it was really a relief when the scene changed. ' I c The room was large, and I suppose it would have been consid- ered really something fine by an artist, but to me it just looked like a scrap pile. The walls were covered with canvases, on some of themicould' be distinguished a landscape, a chapel or other scene, while others still held theappearance of a very brilliant conglomer- ation. The only section of the room. that held the least traces of 'order was a small platform'-draped in darkvblue velvet. I had no trouble in recognizing Helen, She was dressed in a simple Grecian costume and stood looking before her. To, the left Bob Greer sat with a large canvas before him. He gazed intently at Helen for a moment and then began to paint. This was a surprise to me, but imagine my amazement when I beheld Doris walking up to a man and in a forceful and business-like way asking him ifhe knew that his fortune lay in real estate, in Barstow. That is what I saw, and she emphasized her argument by displaying a plan of Barstow, and a picture of the main street which was located direct- ly below the B. U. H. S. buildings. ' ' The change took place smoothly and gradually. The scene it- ' . . , .Page Thirty

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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

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. , S self was very calm and it was no shock to m i ' ' H Lloyd as president of the Santa Fe, when Isrengiqggbleigdnwiicthbsnillili zeal and' seriousness hetook his school work. But no matter that is the position he occupied in ,this wonderful ball of fortune, For I .saw him seated at a desk in a well-furnished office. He was evidently opening the morningmail, for he ,Opened JCQNO 01. three letters addressed to.Mr. Lloyd Johnson, President of the A T KL, S. F. R. R. Co., 'and then turned to his stenographer ,vvhofn knew to be Mildred Bell. r ', I had some difficulty in recognizing the man who .now entered my miniature stage, for he was tall, very tall, andivefy handsome fnot that our H. S. boys,aren't handsome, -but+well-you knowj. He was a college professor about to give a lecture and I guessed that he must be rather important f'fI'OI1'1,th6 effect that he produced on thestudents. He began to speak and still I did-not recognize in him any of my -schoolmatesg butthen he smiled. Why, of course' I knew him! It was Fred Gleason. I glanced- at the students and had about decided that I knew none of them when I saw Lucy Wilson. :She looked very happy .and was veryinterested just then in what Frederick had to say. Q' y - The room which now' -appeared,-before me was such a delight- ful .place that.,I forgot to-..,,wonder. who.was its occupants. It was beautifully. furnished inig ivory, which blended perfectly with the deep rose draperies. In, the center of the room Russell sat. upon a sofa. He gazed critically at Madge who walked back and forth before him. Now and then he-:stopped to readjust or alter' in some way the silvery gown she wore. As a last touch he placed a pip- g111g.fOf old, rose..around.the,-neck. Then Dilla entered. She wore a white satin evening gown which glimmered and shown as she walked. He found nocriticism to.make, so she followed Madge into what I supposed was the sewing room of the establishment. Russell seemed happy, and who would not be when he not only had hosts of pretty ,girls to look upon, but might fashion gowns for every type of beauty ly- 0f course Dilla and Madge found no hard- ships in holding a position where they continually donnedwthe most beautiful of gowns. ' , .The .last picture was' to me the most bea.utiful. It was a rose garden. There were white roses, red roses, yellowuroses-roses of every variety and color. They were so colorful and of such perfec- tion that it seemed as though I could reach down and touch them. I- was anxious to know which of my schoolmates had raised such flowers and had not long to wait for the gate opened and Guy walked in. He went to a bush, and after examining it, he gathered a bouquet. I was about to speak to him when- . Madamoiselle has learned pleasant things of the future! I was somewhat startled, but soon realized that I would see no more of my schoolmates and hastened to answer. '40, yes, butiam I to learn nothing of my future? HMadamoiselle was not thinking of herself, then? Page Thirty-One