Central High School - Blue and White / Pnalka Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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4.5 I 'U,f.'W -r , if - T H E P N A L K A 13 bznior Qtlass iaropbecp By IRENE SMITH, CATHERINE BIAKESLEE, PAUL CRAIG black sultriness of the Indian summer night had settled down on the vast jungle. The ceaseless hum of insects and night-birds filled the air. In the single large room of Rev. f' Edward Taylor's bungalow, Mr. Willard W. S. Alderman stretched his comfortable bulk in a wicker chair. On the Q , , Q low table beside him, in the mellow light of a kerosene lamp, were spread out a number of small photographs. I suppose I am foolish to carry 'em with me through this wilderness, he mused, regarding the pictures fondly, but I like to think of something more pleasant than railroad matters, once in a while, the class of 1914 for instance, that was some class. I wish I knew where they all are. Suddenly he heard a voice say, If the Sahib will permit, I will gladly grat- ify his wish. In the doorway stood an old man. L' Who are you? demanded Bill. I am a Yogi, a wise man. Does the Sahib wish L? Without waiting for an answer, the stranger strode over to the table and picked up the pictures. He murmured a few words in his native tongue, and then waved his arms slowly. The room disappeared, and in its place was the vast surface of the earth stretched out like a map. Bill arose from his chair, and to his intense surprise his rather heavy person was wafted out over the ex- panse as lightly as a thistledown. Gosh l exclaimed Bill, this mode of locomotion has got the airship beaten all right. What are those specks away down there? Why, they're people l Another surprise to Bill was the fact that the thickest walls were as thin glass to him. As he floated along, a large building met his wondering gaze. Headquarters of the W. C. T. U. of Milwaukee read the sign on the roof. There was Marjorie Smith at the president's desk, and nearby were her execu- tive committee, Gladys Dietz, Marion Dickinson, Hermina Ude, and Angela Burke. A procession in the street next caught his eye, and he heard the blare of trumpets and loud cheering. All women I No, there was one lone man carrying a banner on which was inscribed in large, gilt letters, Equal Suffrage League of Wisconsin. Bill anxiously looked about for one of his classmates. He recognized Elizabeth Sherman, Marion Holland, Rachel Ely, and Isabel Shea!

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12 THE PNALKA XYhen we had begun the last lap of our school course, Vllilbur DuBois be- came our president, Mary Cameron came into her own as vice-president, VVil- lard Alderman was chosen treasurer, and Glenn Burt, member-at-large. Shortly afterward, at the senior class entertainment, Professor Crosby of Brown read Much Ado About Nothing, in his usual charming way. This affair was successfully managed by Chester Hulbert. After that came the Senior llance 1 called Senior because there were thirteen or fourteen seniors there. The profits were so large that it is impossible to mention them here owing to lack of space. Our greatest achievement, Our Boys, coached by Mrs. Adams, occurred in March, when we discovered what really clever people there are in the Class of 191-l. Our class has achieved the incredible - we flew in the face of precedent and did not break our wings. The long-established custom of the Senior Prom was abolished, partly because ragging isn't nice, and partly because our ex- chequer was too low. And now here on this high hill we stand, looking back to the steps by which we have climbed, and we bid our school where we have spent four happy years a Hail and Farewell l Z! r: G 'If-, 'Z . '-1130 , if ,KV in B7 Q 'Q lllllll , . 45- fr' F... . WC ' ' if I

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'I QQHWM . f v M THE PNALKA Oh, yes, and Alice Powers! What ! Could it be possible! The standard bearer was no other than Abram Sporn ! A gentle breeze wafted Bill along over a fertile, green valley, through which a silvery river threaded its way. Directly beneath him lay a large farm. Num- bers of small children ran hither and thither over the greensward. As Bill swooped nearer the earth, he heard the children chanting in unison. Hurrah for the Fresh Air Farm, and Miss Champlin, Miss Chism, Miss Crawford, and Miss Damon. These four young ladies were the owners and originators of the arm. A little farther down the valley was another farm, where Bill saw hundreds of little black and white animals trotting around. Skunks, he gasped. VVhat in the world is this place? Why, there's a sign, Bulkley, Hawkes, and Porter - Fur Raisersf' In his interest in this discovery Bill nearly collided with a high tower, surmounted by a large dome. Looking in, he beheld a well-equipped astronom- ical observatory. Harding Marsh, and Anna Bemis were busily gazing through the telescopes. An east wind blew Bill toward a large city. In one of the suburbs he en- countered a large building. A modest gold-lettered sign read: A' Miss Eliza- beth Stone's Select School for Young Ladies. Bill's interest in young ladies led him to see who the teachers were. He found Katherine Maxfield, Helen Merriam, and Helen Pease among the faculty. Beth Rugen was right in her element as teacher of physiology. A new feature had recently been added to the curriculum. This was the study of child life taught in the approved Montes- sori method, by Marion Abrams and Amy Neely. In the City Library Bill found Beatrice Scott, Ethel Cole, and Edith Bax- ter acting in the capacity of librarians. Farther on he saw a theater which adver- tised Hazel Kibbe and Doris Roane's Own Company, featuring 'Thomas Burke,' Additional Feature, Chet Hulburt, Irish Comedian. A huge sign on top of the theater advised the populace to take Holton, Hormby, and Hudgin's Celebrated Cough Syrup, and another exploited the merits of Chapin Stone's Marvel Potato Peelerf' In a large building nearby Glenn Burt was making ice-cream, with Blanche's assistance. Bob Snowman, editor of Good Housekeeping, was talking in his office with Alden Converse, whose career had led him onto the lecture platform. Doris Coleman, Florence Cook, and Louise Hurley, the great man's stenographers, were taking down every word he uttered. Bill's guiding breeze now took him to Washington, and in the Senate Cham- ber of our nation's capitol he beheld Sherman Ellis orating on the income tax. As Willard's corpulent form floated over the great city, he noticed that on Pennsylvania Avenue, near H Street, was a fine building in which, he learned, Lindsey Chilson had a fine studio as a photographer. Doris Moore assisted him in the business. Bill Yerrall also had dental parlors in the same building. As he wandered through the Congressional Library, Bill came-upon two volumes, one entitled, Poems of Nature, by Rachel Field, and the other a Concise Criticism of Shakespeare, by Ruth Doggett.