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

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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

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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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' . 'xv' ,p r f No-I-was not.!'i I' i' , A I -F-'Try again, madamoiselleeand remember that the person you think of is the one whom you will be apt to see. - Again I gazed into that ball, and I tried to think of something which concerned 'me, but could only repeat my name to myself. Then I saw ga large auditorium-completely packed with people,- gorgeously -dressed. It must be an 'opera or a concert, I thought. Thegorchestraebegan playing and the talking in the audience ceased. Thenlthe house lights went out. The curtain rose disclosing another of black' velvet. The velvet folds parted and .a young woman of perhaps, twenty-eight years of age stepped -forward. V She was dressed in white, and carried a violin under her arm. As she came to thefront of- the stage she was greeted with a burst of applause which-she smilingly acknowledged with a slight bow. When the applause, subsided she 'lifted the violin to her chin. I watched her fingers- fly over the strings with amazed admiration. Double .stops in the seventh position were nothing to her and thatxwas only the beginning. Iteseemed as .though I heard the wonderful music which such technique mustproduce. But then she stopped and bowed to the audience, looking straight at the people and then at me. Why! It was I, myself! It was my counterpart that stood before that audience! 'But the picture was fading-it was gone! I rose and after paying madam I took my leave, rather dazed, but happy and well n satisfied. , ' 1 I f ,- OX X0 3 I Frank Greer fwho had just forded over a small dog! -Madam! Madam! Be ca1m,f1 will replace the dog. . Lady fwitheringlyl -Sir, you flatter yourself! Mr. Luttenton C-to Ruth CJ-An absolute vacuum is a physical impossibility. -It fcan only exist in your mind. , I OOO OOO OOO If our English IV teacher is a book worm why isn't our geometry teacher an angle worm?' - I .ooooooooo .'.Haro1d-Say, 'Gene, I got sumpin, great! A pair of rubber gloves! - 'Gene-I don 't see what good they are. - Harold-Aw! Donit you know? You can put 'em on and wash your hands without gettin' your hands wet. c 000000000 Miss McNeese-What was Washington 's farewell address? Bob White-Heaven. Page Thirty-Two 1