Dallas High School - Dragon Yearbook (Dallas, OR)

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23 PERISCOPE Washington. They were listening to a speech mtide by a woman in tlie Oregon section. The woman was lone Iinhler. Then I was brought to a large city which I at once recognized as New York. First 1 saw a big department stove, and one of the floor-walkers was our old friend John Robinson. Then on down one of the main thoroughfares, I presume it was Fifth Avenue, I saw a very elaborate French modiste shop. Inside directing tlie attendants was Phyllis Myers. Next I saw a large building with a sign. “New York Herald on the corner. Inside at tlie editor's desk sat Harry Mixer. Another big building was shown. It was the home of the Stafrin Wholesale Drug company. You’ve gnesstd it. Ruby and Mildred were the managers of this concern. Up inside of a new office building I saw a sign on an office door which said. “R. E. Hooker, Physician and Surgeon. Then I saw that part of New York called Greenwich Village. And in a beautiful studio 1 found Elizabeth Ha.vter at work at an easel. In a great airplane terminal somewhere in tlie west 1 saw two gentlemen who looked like traveling salesmen. One was Abe Regier and the other, Lewis Wick. By the advertising matter they carried I could tell that Abe sold soap ami that Lewis sold athletic goods. Next I saw a huge seminary for gills, and inside in an office marked “Principal,” sat Alice Patterson. Then in a fine laboratory which 1 recognized as a radio experimental station was Vernon Brown. In an office of a big automobile company I found Albert Voth in the president’s private sanctum. Then I saw a huge audience listening spellbound to a daikhaired woman playing a piano. At the completion of the selection she rose fiom her seat to acknowledge the applause and I found that it was Barbara Chapman. In a beautiful paik-like spate there stood a large building. Inside in the center of a group of babies was Myrtle Willis. 1 knew that she must he the matron of a baby home. The scene then changed to a h isehall park and a world series game was in progress. The man walking up to the plate was Walter Voth. And then a vision came of tlie American embassy in Paris. Down the steps came the ambassador and his wife who was none other than Madeline Gerlinger. Then back to Wall Street the crystal took me, where, in a beautifully furnished office, calmly leading tl.e tape from the stock ticker, while messengers rushed in and out, sat Wendell Sanders. Then slowly the last picture faded away and I knew that I would see no moie that night. Now, do you wonder that I believe iu crystal gazing? Surely you don't, for what one sees with one's own eyes one believes. R. F. '2.I.

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PERISCOPE 22 Senior Class |lropl}ecy Crystal (Oa-imi in 1945 You asked me if I believed in tlie ancient practice of the crystal gazer and if I believe he sees all he claims to see. Now you want to know why I believe this thing. My friend, I will tell you of a strange thing that happened just two months ago in this very room on just such a night, cold and rainy, as this, and then perhaps you will not ridicule the crystal gazer when next you hear of him. I sat here alone in the darkness, save for the dim glow from the heap of coals in the fireplace. The wind went whistling around (lie corners and a loose windowsash rattled whenever a heavy gust of wind and rain struck it. The raging of the storm ohtside caused me to unconsciously move nearer the fire and thank my lucky stars that I was under a sound roof and not outside at the mercy of the elements. As I sat here thinking over my past experiences of twenty years wandering I bout the world, I remembered an old Hindoo that I had met in Bombay nearly ten years ago. This old patriarch and I became great friends during my two motiilts' stay in Bombay. The evening before I left for home this old man made me a present of his dearest possession, the crystal you see up there on the mantel above the fireplace. I told him that I did not know how to use it and that it would be better for him to keep ic, but he said, “Take it, my son. and when the right time comes you will use it.” Well, I carted the thing home and put it up there to ornament my den. And there it rested through all these years. As I sat here I looked up at chat ancient exponent of Hindoo mysticism and wondered if it really would reveal all the wonders that it was said to contain. So, out of curiosity, I took it down from its pedestal and, holding it up, gazed into the depths of this semitransparent globe. Now what did I want to see? Ah, I knew. It was the class of ’23 of D. H. S. that I wanted to see and wanced to learn what each one was doing at that time. Sure enough the crystal first became smoky, then the clouded vapory substance, cleared away and I saw each in turn and what he or she was doling. If you are interested, I will relate to you just what I saw. Well, first I saw an office with a rather gray haired, stout man resembling our mutual friend, Lynne Black, sitting at the desk. Near him sac a middle-aged woman itapidly taking notes on a pad. The woman was Vurty Grant. Tne walls of the office weie covered with posters like this: Vote for Lynne Black, Democratic Candidate for Governor.” I gathered from this that Lynne was running for office and that iuty was hi private secretary. ltapidly the scene changed and 1 saw George Brown, much older, hue siill the same old George, walking through a vast at chard of prune trees. He was a prune laiser. Then I saw a fine theater with dancing chorus girls and a great orchestra in action. One of the fair maidens I recognized as Maiy Wagner and the leader of the orchestra was Halden Grant. Nexc my crystal showed me the great body of senators seated in their assembly at

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