Falls City High School - Orange and Black Yearbook (Falls City, NE)

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OR.Win: I l) RLACK. Prophecy of the Class of ’ I 9 Listen, () ye men and women, youths and maidens and little children! Listen all ye people of Falls City, to the words of wisdom from the lips of your prophetess, who now speaketh unto you. what hath been revealed unto her, even as it hath been decreed by the powers that be! For it has come to pass that the veil of the future hath been rent in twain, even as it was rent in the days of the wise prophets of old and the Spirit of Prophecy hath descended from the sphere to envelop her soul with its mystic power. Aye, I say unto you. men and women, youth and maidens and little children of Falls City, it hath been given unto me as the chosen one of this great and good people, the Class of 1919 to dream strange dreams and to see strange visions of the glories of the years yet to come. Now it so happened when it was decreed that the future of the Class of 1919 was to be given into the hands of this, your prophetess to do with as she listed, that she cried out in a loud voice of lamentation saying. Who am I that the future o! this great and glorious class should depend upon me? What am I that the fate of these most fair and beautiful damsels and these most sturdy and noble and manly of youths should rest upon the decision of one so humble of intellect and so infirm of purpose?” But behold! even as the cry of weakness did ascend from the long-suffering soul of your prophetess a being from the heavens spake unto her even in the words of old saying, “Hear now my words. If there be a prophet among you. I will make myself known unto her in a vision and will speak unto her in a dream,” and straightway from the clouds of the centuries gone, and from the shadows already “cast before by the coming events of the proverb, there appeared unto me the fair and lovely Spirit of Prophecy, the Angel of Things to come, and lo! she did with her magic touch roll back the curtain of the dim beyond from before my prophetic vision and did permit me to gaze at will down the vista of things yet to be. that I mig!.» behold all things that now are transformed into all things that they shall yet become, even as it was granted to the wise men of the past. And lo! as she drew’ back the curtain she pointed with a long transparent finger down the avenue of a strange land and opened her lips and spake unto me saying, Look! Listen! Prophesy unto the young men and young women of Falls City High School even these things which you herein behold — So even as St. John, the divine, said unto the world, so I. your prophet of the Class of 1919, do say unto the people of the audience, in this twentieth century, Blessed be she that readeth, and they that hear the words of the prophecy, and keep these things which are written therein; for the time is at hand.” And it came to pass that the veil before mine eyes grew more and more thin thru the intensity of my vision and behold I could see them even as if the intervening years were not at all:— I was in a mammoth city—great skyscrapers all about me, aeroplanes thru all the air. I could scarce believe my senses w'hen I sawf the airship line bore the well known name of Falls City and the same name gleamed from each sign. My eyes were opened wider than they’d ever been before when I saw a slip of paper dated 1929. While I was puzzling over this marvelous surprise I beheld near me a lady whom I thot to accost and question. As she approached I thot I had seen that face somewhere else—yet could not exactly place it. But when she stood before me wonder vanished and I recognized my old friend. Jennie Pearle Stumbo. It was strange that I should recog- Pagc Twenty-n'.ne

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falls city men school 2. Our Senior dignity. May they uphold it forever, with all seriousness and gravity, endeavoring to realize its vast importance, in spite of their natural light-mindedness and irresponsibility. 3. Any stubs of pencils, erasers or scraps of paper that we may inadvertently leave behind us in the excitement and haste of gathering up our cherished treasures for the last time. May they feel free to make use of them, and feel, perhaps, that they may. in some mystic way, impart some of our great knowledge to them. Last comes the one thing hard for us to part with. To our successors we must leave our places in the hearts and thots of our Principal. Mr. Britton, and the teachers. They will love them, unworthy as we feel they are. even as they have loved us; they will show them all the same tender kindness and attention that they have bestowed uiK)n us. they will feel the same interest in their attempts and successes: the same sorrow when they fail. We trust that the Class of 1920 will appreciate all this as deeply as we have done, that it may be their most precious possession, as it has been ours, and the one we are most loath to hand over to them. Besides these enforced gifts, we leave—not of necessity, but our own free will—our blessing, tender memories of our pleasant associations together, and our forgiveness for anything that we may not have exactly appreciated in the demonstrations of the past, and a pledge of friendship from henceforth and forever. All the rest and residue of our property, whatsoever and wheresoever, of what nature, kind and quality soever it may be. and not herein disposed of (after paying our debts and funeral expenses), we give and bequest to our beloved Principal, for his use and benefits absolutely, and to be disposed of for the good of the coming classes as he may see fit. And we do hereby constitute and appoint the said Principal sole executor of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof, We, the Class of 1919, the testators, have to this our will, written on one sheet of parchment, set our hands and seal this thirtieth day of May, Anno Domini, one thousand nine hundred and nineteen. R. E. H.. ’19. Page Twenty-eight

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FALLS CITY IIKill SCHOOL nize her for she was much changed. She was very tall and slendei and moved with queenly state. She seemed quite surprised to see me and invited me to remain with her that day. I accepted her kind offer and she hailed a flying car which we boarded, skimming swiftly thru the ether. 1 watched the conductoress closely twas a short, stout lady fully able to assist the passengers in and out. As she took my fare she knew me and 1 recognized Edith Shepard. Sitting in the car was Duke toying with a small poodle. Why ’twas Tom Fieshe—I scarcely would have known him. Soon we flitted past a corner that looked like old times to me for it was the corner where our high school used to be. Now there stood a factory, twenty stories high. As we were passing by I noticed a small fish-stand and behind the greasy counter stood our old friend Wilbur Story, shouting “fish!” with all his might. A little distance further I noticed a large city administration building and sitting in the office of the mayor was the first woman mayor, our classmate Nelle Heaston. We passed a large, beautiful school of learning, the high school building, and looking in we saw a noble professor before his class. The pupils looked at him in reverence of the vast learning he had asquired at F. 0. H. S. and then I saw it was Professor Elmer Gerhardt of Class of ’19. Jennie Pearle and I went to her home for a little while before exploring the reel of the old town but I didn’t see her husband because she said he went out each morning in his Hudson to over-see the farm-work. While resting 1 noticed two happy wives exchanging confidences over the back fence, as to the number of chickens, the quantity of cherries each had put up, the troubles with servants, et cetera, and even in their marriage I saw could never be divided the girls who were Sherlie Whitaker and Helene Morris. Jennie Pearle proposed that we go around the city and see the many changes which had taken place, so we started toward the eastern part of the city—I found myself near a large Cathedral where a stately Priest in his robes of dignity poured forth words of inspired instruction and I recognized my classmate. John Whetstine. who had always been famed for his placid meekness. Close by. in the beautiful surroundings of the Convent, was a fair lady who had been disappointed in some love affair, and had become a nun. She was devoting her life to going about doing good to all the world. Her name was lost now for she was called “Sister Maria.” but I saw her and she had once been Catherine Scott. As we wandered on I saw the door of a home swing open and therein a household made happy by a wife who had found her greatest ambition in the highest of all worldly vocations—the maker and keeper of the home. My soul rejoiced as I gazed upon Shirley Griffin. We went down into the vast business section the streets were crowded and people hurried to-and-fro. We were stopped at the corner of 12th and Stone to allow the cars to go by. The traffic-cop came to assist us across the street and whom did 1 see but Conrad Knapp. In a large building of beautiful structure, I saw the name of Roy Scott. So I went to his spacious office. When shown in I saw a man of pale, beardless face and velvety voice, who had become the money-king of the world by his shrewdness and fore-sight. A newsboy ran down the street—what was he shouting? I listened. Oh, Yes! “Extra! Extra! All about the big battle! American forces led to victory by gallant soldier. hero of the hour! Read all about General Hoy!” We passed a home and 1 saw a huge corpulent woman. Jennie Pearle said that it was Ollie, who had grown so heavy that she could not be induced, persuaded nor bribed to eat anything but anti-fat. Now I saw an immense bill board and imagine my surprise when I read “A second Melba—greatest opera singer of the day—hear Madamoiselle Halbert at the Met- I’age Thirty