John A Johnson High School - Maroon Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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is M300 Tl9.?2.f village advertising Bromo Seltzer. The fat king of the village stood with a spear in hand in front of his thatched dwelling. l dared not show my guide that under this oil and paint I recognized the countenance of Fred Fladeland. The banging of tom-toms brought out the rest of the villagers, among whom there were George Ofelt, Olga Tolass, Ada Quehl, Dorothy Darmocly, Leon- ard l..arson and Mildred Hedberg. l was received with honors and they explained they were tired of the blight of civilization and had reverted to the natural life and they were perfectly happy. Tiring bf this simplicity, l took the next boat for the continent. Along the shores of France we passed by a fishing sloop on which we saw Victoria Novotny, Ruth Fitch, Olga Olson, Ethel Dosh and Alice Lee fishing for shrimps. l shall never forget the picturesque scene. Their jaunty caps were set on one side: their short skirts were tucked up under their quaint aprons. They cheerily greeted us, and with their strong arms lifted the nets of shrimp into the boats. With joy in my heart l kept on my way and soon arrived in Spain. Oh the wharves were many Spanish peasants crying their wares. A cry of Hot Dogs! rose shrilly above the tumult of voices. Grace Rose and Dorothea Zehnder bustled toward me with baskets of Uhot dogs. No sight could have warmed the cockles of my heart more as it brought back the memory of the lunch counter at old Johnson High. Shouts of Toreador rang upon my ears. l followed the crowd and found mvself in a large arena in which a bull fight was in progress. A fe- rocious Holstein bull was chasing Alan Wemple and Allen Johnson around the ring. Allen fell and the bull tripped over him and sprained his knee. Alan W. at once courageously turned and slaughtered the bull. The bull resented this. While watching the combat a hand was suddenly placed upon my shoulder and turning l looked into the eyes of a Spanish detective. l fled again through the crowd and took the next train for Monte Carlo. Here being happy with my success at the roulette wheel, l challenged all comers. Four fashionably dressed travellers accepted this offer. As the wheel started spinning l looked at them more closely and recognized them as Eleanor Kelly, Bernice Earthfield, Helen and Mildred Johnson. Again fearing recognition l hurriedly left the place in a passenger aero- plane. Among the passengers I noticed Baron Thomssen. I tried to avoid his glance but his Warm heart went out to me and l was caught in his arms. l sobbed out my tale of woe on his bosom and in trembling tones l pleaded with him not to disclose my identity. He promised to shield me in London. Walking through the slums of London, my keen ear caught the shriek of a parrot, Dufva! Polly wants a cracker! Could this be the abode of the lanky center of our once famous team? I shook my head in sorrow and went on. As I trudged along the gloomy streets, l stopped at a pawn shop to look at a watch and l noticed the initials engraved on the cover were F. G. Standing at the counter was a woman dressed in black velvet holding in her hand a long string of pearls. Even as l looked she turned. It was Olive Niclai. l was aroused from my stupefaction by the sound of a clang of a fire engine. Turning, l saw the flames raging in the next block. l hurried to the scene and beheld the gallant fireman descending a ladder with three women in his arms. One fell and was caught by the howling mob below. 29

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ff?-Q 93553100 N CEM CLASS PROPHECY Heavenly powers! ls there no corner in which a man can hide when fleeing from justice? l fled to Egypt to conceal myself in some dusky corner inhabited by mummies. It was evening. l stole into the tomb of Rameses ll, hoping there to escape for a while from my pursuers. l groped among the musty ruins and against the wall l perceived the figures of four mummies. By the dim light l recognized Victoria Boreen, Ethel Swanson, Grace Lundstrom, and lrene King, wives of the once famous king. l Hed in terror from these familiar faces. After several days, journey through the blistering sands l arrived in Arabia where l spent the night in an Arab's tent. The man was courtesy itself throughout the meal. We rolled ourselves up in the tent and pro- ceeded to sleep. ln the middle of the night l awoke to the strains of fa- miliar snoring. l rose on my elbow and crawled, with perspiration on my brow, toward the seemingly strange figure. l swiftly turned his face up- ward, his red hair tumbled out from under his turban. It was Evert Swan- son. ln the black of the night l fied across the desert once more, making my way toward Persia. l spent several days in one of the large cities, and l beheld a peddler selling Jews I-larps. It was George Hoppe. l quickly left the city as l was sure he would recognize me. ln Turkey I was arrested and brought before the Sultan. To my sur- prise l found him to be Herbert Childs. He was dressed in gorgeous rai- ment, and by his side stood two attendants, Henry Sundgaard and Casmir l..esky. They were delighted to see me and dismissed the charge against me at once. l was entertained by the harem, consisting of lVlaybelle Keener, Florence Schmidt, Margaret Wallblom, Queen Fisher, lVlajella Kucheman and Lucille lVlcGuire. They were all eating chocolates and looked fat and con- tented. After several days in the protection of the Sultan, I was warned to flee, for the police were again on my trail. l went to the jungles of Arcquana in the South, Seas. The ship l boarded was old and covered with barnacles, and we feared any moment that it might go down. To lessen the weight the passengers decided that one should be thrown overboard, and he was immediately swallowed by a shark. No sooner had the shark swallowed him when with a writhing mo- tion he belched forth the man upon our decks. It was Ben Gottfried, yell- ing Holy Smoke! The sailors immediately carried him below so l es- caped notice. The captain and his crew looked worried as we were approaching a dangerous whirlpool. The green water arose in great billows and immedi- ately sank down into a funnel-like depression. As the water receded the mast of a ship rose into view and clinging to it were Violet Jackson, Bjarne l..orentzen and Verna Norsted. Finally the desperate face of the captain, Stanley I-loveland, came into View but some action beneath the surging wa- ters prevented us from helping these unfortunate beings, and we passed on and landed on the island of Fiji. The savages received me in a friendly fashion and seemed anxious to show me something in the interior of the island. A guide led me to a vil- lage on the side of a mountain. l was surprised to see a sign board in the 28

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as MHQ0 NLXKJQJ It was Norine Kloos. lmmediately afterwards the fireman reached the crowd and I saw to my astonishment, Elmer Noreen with Myrtle Best and Evelyn Hanke unconscious in his arms. Realizing there were too many people in London who might recognize me, l went to lreland. The day I arrived I found Ireland in an uproar. A large mass meeting was being held in Cork, in defense of the Irish Navy. The most violent agitator was Fern Nelson. She was supported by Gudrun Melby, Ellen Carpenter, Emma Ewert and Harriet Chelgren. ln the course of their harangue, l learned that Martin Holm was on a hunger strike in be- half of the bricklayers' union. Taking the advice of these Irish radicals l fled to America, deciding to hide in my own country. Sick of the sight and sounds of foreign lands, l sought gaiety of Broadway. Glaring lights of amusement palaces attracted me irresistibly and l drifted into the open doors of Kinstler's Follies. The show was very good, and prominent among the chorus were Florence Petersen. Mildred Westerlund, Grace Schelen, Candace Sadler, Tracy Cooke, Elsie Nelson, Hazel Danielson, Pauline Woost, Judith Schilling, Alva Lindstrom, Dorothy Peterson, and Jeanette Bunnell. A large, new tabernacle had been erected, and Billy Sunday was in full fling. The choir sangg the ushers rushed back and forth: and then, after a prayer, came a moment of silence. Who would be the first to hit the trail? l looked and beheld James Nlayfleld with solemn face striding by, and in quick succession followed Ada Altmann, Bernice Kern, Dorothy Eddy and Nathan Brochiner. With Billy Sunday's eye on me I slid out. Overcome with hunger, l sought a Chinese Chop House. ln the pale face of the head waiter I recognized Arthur Miller. Gazing out of the win- dow l beheld the human fly, mounting the Woolworth building. I snatched up a pair of field glasses and took a closer look. l beheld Albin Nelson. At this same restaurant a party was being given in honor of the famous mounted policeman who had tracked nine desperate characters all over the world and at last captured them single-handed. I found this great hero to be Allan Koerner. l decided this was no place for me so l left for Greenwich Village at once. On the fifth story in an attic apartment an artist was painting a pic- ture of his beautiful bride. A dvaub of paint disfigured his face, but I rec- ognized him as Chauncy Johnson. The picture was a likeness of Irene Jost. I had not been in town ten minutes when two men approached me and asked me if l did not want to buy a quart of their private brand of moon- shine. l looked at them more closely, and behind their false whiskers l recongized Carl Chilman and Charles Peabody. Before l could reply, the sheriff of the town came running up waving his club and yelling, nl-lere they arelu We all ran down the street to escape Sheriff Meek, who was the terror of the county. I made good my escape, and went to the station. As l was waiting for the train another man approached me and offered to sell IUC 200 shares of Sunbeam Oil Stock at 52.33 a share. He handed me his highly decorated card on which was engraved, Raymond Peterson, stock promoter for the Makem Oil Co. - I boarded the train and took a seat directly behind a couple who were locked in loving embrace. As l looked, the man turned his head-it was Robert Blaisdell. Across the aisle sat Esther Kramer and her family. l quickly retired to another car, as I was sure they would recognize me. 30