Leominster High School - Magnet Yearbook (Leominster, MA)

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12 THE MAGNET a purplish-green vapor that filled the room. A film, as from a movie screen, passed before my eyes, labeled, ‘The Class of Nineteen Hundred and Eighteen.” Behold, the first picture marked Buffalo. I saw a man standing “to the rear” of a huge aquarium, scattering Hooverless bread to his sea mons- ters and the tamed beasts of the ocean, and Norman Fassett, active still, was that man. At his left were large kennels of all species of dogs, and I saw that Florence Perry was their keeper. The second scene was marked Detroit, and the Ford Automobile Factory was shown. In a workshop marked “private” I saw Winfield Gove, Win- chester Blake, and Edward Knapp working upon a device which, it was ex- plained, would make the flivver an automobile. A flash--and ‘Chicago’s Greatest” appeared over the entrance to a hotel. Through the window could be seen the proprietress, Marion Pierce, now of most ample proportions, while in the office, with his feet on the desk, was the more rotund form of ‘“‘ Ferdie” Fischer. The next slide revealed Elmer Adams taking a survey of his poultry stock yards. Beside him stood Ruth Telfer with a brood of fluffy ducks in her apron. Now I was in Denver. Before me was a huge sign over a dugout. It read, “ Morgan’s Mine.” At the entrance stood Lucia Warren. In atwinkling I beheld a couple strolling on the bank of the Great Salt Lake. It was Beatrice Munroe and Hamilton Osborne promenading on the ‘ Bridal Path.” They stopped beside a beach hammock and spoke to a second couple. It was Leon Hadley showing Helen Sheehan his bank book of Wall Street accumulations. Before I can grasp this situation, this sign is thrown upon the screen, “Bea Khaki Katcher. Five dollars makes you irresistible.” This was in a display window near a cantonment in the far west, and through the window I saw Arline Preston and Edith Hagar waiting for customers. The first one to appear was Gladys Elliot, and who do you suppose was the second? Agnes Tobin! Right behind her came Claire Connaughton and Winifred Callahan. They were after glue, to catch Fitchburg boys, I suppose. A street in San Francisco. A large auto truck approached, bearing the inscription, “The Madden Engineering School.’ At the wheel sat our mathematical shark, Kermit Madden. Another Californian scene: Pasadena. ‘“ The Sterling,” is the name of arestresort. Inthe proprietor and his helpmate, I recognized John Kearney and Beatrice Gallagher. The head waitress, Mildred Donnelly, was smiling at the Butler. Head gardener, Alice O’Keefe. Floor director of the ball room, Christoph Dietz assisted by Warren Carter. Then I recalled how these two got their experience in Sterling. Each held a dance order in his hand, but after each number I saw Voe name. Why? “I don’t know.” A cabaret follows: On ‘the stage appears a familiar group. Evelyn Burpee, Anna Johnston, Abbie Magee, Helen Adams and Florence Wilder

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THE MAGNET 11 subway, only to find that half the girls were missing. After chasing each other madly around the streets, both parties were finally reunited, and we arrived at the station just in time to board the last train for Leominster. We spent the next week in yawning languidly and wishing we could sleep for a month, but not one of us would have missed that day for anything. Later in the fall we had a corn roast on Monoosnock. The boys went up in the morning to gather the wood, but in the evening came to the con- clusion that the chosen spot must have wandered a mile or two during the day. However, after much scrambling through bushes and brambles in the inky blackness, we arrived at the desired place and passed a very enjoyable evening. December 21 we gave two Senior plays—‘ The Flying Wedge” and “Sally Lunn”—which were very successful. After the Christmas vacation the rest of the school suspended session for a week or two on account of the fuel shortage. But as our teachers knew that we were very studiously inclined, and would grieve at the thought of more vacation, they instructed us in the Public Library. : The Friday after Easter the Senior dance was held, a very popular and profitable affair. Since then we have been almost too busy to think, but tonight we real- ize that our history as aclass is ended. Each must go hisway. Each must work out his own destiny. ALICE KIRKPATRICK. Class Prophecy N the year nineteen hundred and thirty, I was appointed by the vice- I president of the United States—none other than our worthy class president, Robert Hull—to make a tour of the States in my quadraplex indestructible flyer to learn the status of the class of nineteen hundred and eighteen of the Leominster High School. “You can make the trip easily in three days,” he said, ‘and be back here to report at the roll-call.” “ Better than that,” I replied, for I knew where I could find a medium who could give me the desired information in as many hours. I mounted my plane and flew with all speed to Albany, where I knew Albert Cook, a famous trance medium, was located with Barnum and Bailey’s circus, now managed by Pollard and Garland. He was up to his old tricks again, and when I told him my errand, he laughed and told me to sit down. I sank into a semi-lounging chair which nearly enveloped me with its folds. He tossed to the ceiling three miniature hand-grenades, which burst, letting out

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THE MAGNET 13 are presented to appear in a musical number entitled, “Trips on the Con- solidated. ” At the piano sits Wade Jewett. Now the scene shifts to New Mexico, with Mabel Shannon displaying Boston gowns in attractive colors to the Indians. On the right, the Misses Brown serve as models in millinery. In the background Canzadia Cook takes occasion to demonstrate her latest waltz song, “‘ Here’s to the Swiftest.”’ “ Quite interesting,” I thought. ‘I wonder who else is on the stage.” I was instantly informed. Reno, Nevada: AFTERNOON PROGRAM “ Taking Fences”’ Ella Ashe assisted by Rena McCarthy (All Star Act) “Motorcycle Expert” Hazel Tyler “ Famous French Singer”’ Octave LaClair “ Professional Comedian ”’ Willard Carter “ Skating Artist” Beatrice Harris What brought this group away out here? Oh, yes, here is the solution. Their conductor comes forth to introduce them; he is none other than Raymond St. George. Next, Florida appeared with its large orange groves. Among the trees I saw Alice Kirkpatrick, Eva Richardson, Grace Carter and Ruth King pack- ing crates with the oranges they had raised. Now I always thought Alice meant to be a Latin teacher. The screen became black. It was the end of the first reel. The second appeared two minutes later, entitled, ‘‘ Foreign Facts.” Petrograd, Russia. A mass meeting seemed in session. A bearded man arose and seemed to argue vehemently—yet to the interest and amuse- ment of the assembly. It was Francis Killelea at the same old trade. London. A session of Parliament. Eleanor Flinton and Katherine Dugan, pals of old, are the only women members of the House of Commons. A shift of scene to Oxford, and I beheld Agnes Bemis in a scholarly gown, now head of Pembroke College. Ayr, Scotland. A single small figure is sitting before the birth- place of Robert Burns. She is writing. Now the page on which she is writing is shown. It reads: ‘My Poetical Thoughts in a Poetical Atmos- phere.” It is Charlotte Sawin, now writing for the Scottish Revtew, edited by Helen Connor, whom I see in the companion picture. Gibraltar. In a submarine, just ready to submerge, I see the pilot Dauphinais. Below is printed, ‘‘ Daily News—Carrier to Kongo Free State.’”’ In the passage of the submarine it had occasion to stop at the Canary Islands. An inland picture presented two violinists on opposite sides of a huge-cage of birds of every hue. They ceased playing and faced the camera. Lucy Toolin and Lawson Hiltz, in competition to charm the largest number of birds to his or her side. Quite an Orpheus stunt, wasn’t it? A pause, and I’m now in Siberia. The impossible has been attained! In ten years’ time Everett Richardson has covered that country with a net-