Harper High School - Shield Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZON THE SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY TIME IS the greatest mystery known to mankind, for time is life and death: it has made man and later claimed him. Is there not some way, some long forgotten passage through which we may enter into the past? It was with this line of argument that I commenced a research, an adventure with tirne. IN AN OLD Egyptian book of mysticism I found the object of my search, the long lost formula. Then came days of research for the substances called for by the formula. Hours of preparation followed. A feeling of elation overwhelmed me as I raised the glass to my lipsethe indescribable taste, and then the sense of falling, then blackness, then oblivion. THE FIRST THING that assailed my awakening senses was the smell of incense. Gradually the details of my surroundings became clearer. The formula had been successful! When the first wave of amazement had passed, I ventured forth to explore this old world' to which I had been trans- ferred-and before my startled eyes was presented a scene that I never in my wildest dreams ever imagined. PEOPLE NUMBERING into the thousands were lined along the river Nile. The blaze of trumpets, the harsh commands, and the voices of the multitudes blended into great confusion. A victorious admiral was returning with his fleet from a successful campaign against the Phoenicians. SOMEONE TUGGED at my garments and begged alms in a whimpering voice. Imagine my amaze- ment when on looking down I beheld the face of my old classmate CARL SWANSON. WHAT ARE YOU doing here? I questioned, Have you too found the secret of time? THE BUNDLE of clothes merely looked at me in a puzzled manner so on I went searching the crowds for some other familiar face. A BLARE of bugles and a sudden opening in the crowd placed in my view the triumphant march of the returning sailors. At its head marched a Nubian slave with three straining lions in leash, and behold, staring at me from the depths of a beplumed helmet was the face of ELMER HULET, and the grinning Nubian presented to my startled gaze the form of ANTIONETTE RUSSO. CLOSELY FOLLOWING the Nubian slaves my eyes beheld the sailors unloading the spoils of war. Leading the group were KEITH LAIS and DAVID ADAIR mercilessly dragging HARRIET HOLMES and EVELYN BRETZ by the hair. Cowering under the whips of EARL HANISCH, ROBERT CURRIE, and HARRY IACOBSEN, I recognized the tortured faces of HELEN BARKLEY, VIVIAN ARNDT, FRANCIS CIBIC, FLORENCE FLECK, MARION IUSTIN, and FLORENCE MONTI. SUDDENLY I WAS startled by wild shouts and cries. Back aboard ship, mutiny had broken out. Fighting between captives and sailors had begun on deck. I was amazed to see that among the mutineers were HARRY FEE, HILDING ALFREDSON, WILLIAM COOK, KENNETH DORNAN, WARREN GOSS, IOHN MCELLIGOTT, HAROLD PETERSEN, HAROLD VAN PLEW, and MATTHEW LOYAL. I looked toward the other end of the boat and discovered the mutineers about to dispose of THOMAS TREACY, ALICE DARESH, IUNE BOGEN, TED BRATSOS, CARL DOUGHERTY, BERNARD REA, FRANCES KETTERER, and VERONICA MESSETT, by throwing them into the crocodile infested waters. I was relieved to hear the loud splashing of the oars which announced the timely arrival of the Royal Police gig. Standing at the prow of one of the gigs was Chief of Police IOE BELICE shouting to his able assistants, LOUIS DE GRAZIA, EMIL CIEPLAK, TONY FERRARA, DELBERT IOHNSON, EDWARD GALL, IAMES O'DWYER and in the other gig, led by EDMUND FRANCONE, were ROBERT SINGER, IOHN RICCIUTI and FELIX MURAUSKAS. AFTER THE MUTINEERS had been subdued I wended my way once more toward the market place. With a cry of delight, I perceived IOE COSTA molding pottery in one of the small booths which lined the street. I stopped a moment to converse with him, and was surprised to learn that he had become the master of a large harem among whom were such prominent classmates as FLORENCE CAMER, ANN IUCIUS, MAYBELLE ATEN, ALDONA GURA, MARIE LEONARD, MARY MCDONALD, and CATHRYN WALTON. THE AROMA of baking bread next attracted my attention. Beneath a small shelter, I saw CHARLOTTE SCHLUETER and ELEANOR BOLLBACK kneading bread dough in a large stone bowl, while VERN NEBE and BETTY SHORT squatted before a crude stone oven watching the baking bread. They were so busy they didn't notice me so I continued on my way to a group of women who were busily weaving rugs in the hot sun. Weaving a large rug of oriental pattern sat PEARL SIMONS, PATRICIA GALVIN, AUDREY NELSON, and MILDRED GRAND with MARGARET DR.AZEN, their heads bent intently over their work. I then stopped to buy a smaller rug from OLIVE ANDERSON who was the saleswoman of the group. ACROSS THE NARROW street I heard sounds of heavy pounding which seemed to be coming from a small cobbler's shop. When I investigated I found two former school chums OTTO DE IONG and THOMAS BALENT who seemed to be partners in business. They appeared to be glad to see me and began to introduce me to their apprentices whom I recognized as SYDNEY BLACKWOOD, MELVIN FISCHER, WILLIAM CRUM and RICHARD NEFF. LEAVING THE market place I wandered at random into a nearby street. It was lined on each side with chattering slaves and unkempt beggars. I was about to hurry through the crowd when two of the beggars pulled at my coat. Needless to say I was surprised when I saw the pitiful faces of RUTH HILL and FLORENCE ANDERSON. I threw them a penny and hurried on. I realized that night was approaching and I began to look about for a place to sleep. 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BEYOND THE BLUE HORIZON THE SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY COIJTINIJED FRCJM PACEE THIIITY-OIJE roof house on my right drew my attention because of its unusual cleanliness. I noticed many people standing about in the yard. Apparently they were preparing for a large celebration about to take place. I watched them for awhile until they entered the house, and decided to follow them in. In the low cool room which we entered. I looked about for someone I might know, and then asked a woman standing nearby where I could find the master of the house. She threw her arms about my neck and cried with joy. I recognized her as SOPHIE MATAITAS, the most brilliant student in my history class. SHE TOOK me by the arm and led me to a small plump fellow dressed in a short, white tunic which fitted close to his neck. He looked a bit different than when I knew him formerly because of his shaven head. Nevertheless, I recognized ROBERT WINDSTRUP. Standing beside him was his tall graceful wife whom I also knew during my days at Harper as IOSEPHINE RICCIUTI. They greeted me heartily, and informed me that there were many more members of our Iune, 1936. class present., They led me to a group at the far end of the room and re-acquainted me with RUTH LEHMAN who was with EDWARD SCHIED, his brother-in-law DONALD IACOBSON, and his wife, ALICE KRUSE. Others in the group were FRANCES PAWSKI who had lost a great deal of weight, FLORENCE PORCARO who had become a blonde under the Egyptian sun, and ELISE IOHANNES who had giggled all during the conversation. STANDING ALONG the wall were the well-known faces of WINIFRED CONNOLLY, MARGERY KIEFER. LORRAINE WEBER, MARY LYNCH, MARIORIE ROUSE and ADELINE VESECKY, who were waving large fans to keep the still air moving in the hot room. IN A FAR CORNER of the room I sighted a shy, lonely and pathetic figure who seemed familiar. When I stood before him, I recognized him as FRANK MARRANTINO. I greeted him with delighted joy, but he blushed and grunted, shrinking into the depths of his chair in deep embarrassment. FINDING HIM UNSOCIABLE I looked about me for more of my friends, and saw a stern, silent woman sitting rigidly in another corner keeping haughtily aloof from the crowd. On investigation I found her to be IEAN OVERHOLSER, who showed no sign of recognition as I passed. AT THIS MOMENT the ceremony seemed about to begin. Servants whom I knew formerly as STELLA YVANAUSKAS, ANNA CUSTER, MARION HUHN, GEORGIA KRAMER and MARY MAHER, began to move about with trays on which were cups filled with a dark reddish liquid, giving them to the guests as they seated themselves. I took my place with the other guests and found myself seated beside a distinguished looking gentleman with a flowing beard. He was talking to another person. The voice was the familiar one of ROBERT ALLEN. He pointed out other old acquaintances to me standing about the room. I was surprised to see CHARLOTTE NYDEREK, MARIE LEWIS, CELIA POTH, and IEANETTE ERNST. Sitting near the host was pale, dreamy looking person with a deep spiritual look in her watery blue eyes. My friend announced that it was LAVERNE SCHUMACHER. At this moment the door opened and a group of servants entered bearing among them what seemed to be an open coffin. They walked among the guests, allowing them to peer in upon a beautiful pale, wax figure. When all had seen it I noticed that everyone stood up, and raised his glass to his lips. They were led in the following toast, Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow you may die. by HILDEGARDE ANDERSON. As the servants filed out I recognized several familiar faces as those of HERBERT HOSS, THEODORE APATO, EMMETT DEMPSEY and WILL FIELLMAN. AT THIS POINT I perceived that an entertainment was about to begin. The master of ceremonies, RAY DENNIS, rose and began announcing the numbers. The first was to be a harp trio to be played by EDWARD HUTTER, BILL BOWDEN, and IAMES TOOLIS. The second part of the pro- gram was to be a rhythm dance by MILDRED SOMMER, and MARGARET WATT. Following this was a lute duet by BRUNO PETRAITIS, and IOHN BLASGEN. THE CONCLUDING selection was a pipe trio by CHARLES TEN BROECK, WOODROW THOMAS, and IOSEPH CHARASKA. When this was finished everyone began to rise, and entered a hallway which led to a large, wide room in which people were already seating themselves along the sides on the floor. AS I WALKED along looking for a place to sit down, five beautiful girls called to me. As I drew nearer, I realized that they were GENEVIEVE BUHRFIEND, ANNE RECKAS, VIOLET FREDERICK- SON, IANE WEHRLE, and BEATRICE MISCHKE. They made a place for me to sit down beside them and immediately I found myself surrounded by more and more girls. I found FLORENCE DUSCHENE and LAVERNE IOYCE on each side of me turning their arms confidently about my neck while in my lap VIOLET KOCHER had deposited herself with grace. Other amorous members of my graduating class, MARGARET ANDERSON, MILDRED FELGENHAUER. and ELVI CLEMENTS stood behind me stroking my hair with gentle fingers. Stammering an excuse, I pulled myself from their detaining grasp, and finally obscured myself in an inconspicuous corner. EVEN HERE however, I was interrupted by EDWIN BAYOR and RUTH ANDERSON who had taken pity on me and brought me a heaping plate of food. Other of my friends obviously had the same idea, for I saw behind them, HELEN CAREY, who bore two large plates of fruit in each hand. I groaned as I thought of the task before me when I was again assaulted by IAMES KENNEDY who carried several wine glasses on a tray. I placed the glasses with the other offerings on the floor beside me and prepared to begin. CONTINUED ON PAGE ONE HUNDRED NINE M N5 .sm