Madera Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Madera, CA)

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CLASS PROPHECY A Glimpse Into the Future MAY WOOD, ’12. On the thirteenth day of June, 1920, the Fairmont moved slowly out of New York harbor. ‘ Among the passengers, one would have been keenly interested to see a striking- looking young lady with an abundance of auburn hair, waving a tiny white handker- chief to some friends until they became mere specks, indistinguishable in the dis- tance. Then her eyes wandered up to the skyscrapers and a feeling of homesick- ness crept into her heart, predominating over her delight in the long looked-for foreign trip. After all the United States was her home and as the iall buildings, too, became indistinct, a little lump rose in her throat and turning to conceal her emotion, she noticed a familiar figure clad in blue serge leaning over the’ railing, gazing at the fast vanishing city. As she looked at him, he glanced in her direction and she obtained a square look at his face. With an exclamation of surprise she rushed toward him, and the young man startled out of his deep medi- tation by a girlish voice at his side saying, “Why, Philip, is it really you?” The amazed Philip swung reund and started back, for in her he recognized a classmate and grasping her hand, he man- aged to utter the one word, “Hazel!” Hazel’s merry laugh brought him to him- self and he added, ‘‘What luck! But are you alone, and where are you going?” “Ves, all alone and I am going to join mother and father in Rome—from there we are going on an extended tour through the various European countries.” “Good! I, too, am going to Italy, have been working hard at law, so just thought T would bolt off for 2 little vacation, and the old seat of empire is my destination.” “Veg JT have read in the papers of the many sensational cases you have won. What a name you are making for yourself, Philip! I am not surprised, though, be- cause I re member how you used to bluff in high school and always managed to win your point.” Philip laughed. “Speaking of high school, it’s a queer coincidence, isn’t it, that we should meet today, eight years after graduation? Just eight years ago today we assembled in the old building as a body for the last time.” “How time flies,’ mused Hazel with a sigh, then brightening, “I just left Madera last Monday.” ? “You did?’’ Philip’s voice rang with de- light, ‘‘then of course you have seen some of the members of our class lately, or have heard of them, at least. Come, let’s sit down and talk over old times.” They seated themselves in the large. comfortable steamer chairs; then Hazel began, “I saw Hazel Crow just ‘before I left. You know she went to Stanford and is now teaching English and Latin in the Madera High School. Lovely for her to be right at home, isn’t it?” “Good for Hazel! I can just see her spluttering around, and can’t you hear her saying, “That boy makes me so tired; he never has his Latin? And where’s Dora? I suppose she is coaching a girl’s basket ball team somewhere.”

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THE PURPLE AND WHITE HILDA FOOTMAN “Her eyes were large and full of light.” MAY WOOD “A jolie good book, whereon to look, Is better to me than gold.’’ DORA WREN “Facing all odds high-heartedly.’’

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Jie sPUREER |2 AND WHITE “O, haven’t you heard about Dode? She painted a picture that every one is going wild over. It is hanging in the Louvre in Paris. She went abroad shortly after graduating from Hi and studied in the art schools in France and Italy and has ac- complished wonders. No other young artist has received such honors as Dora.”’ Philip clapped his hands. ‘“‘I knew she could do it! I will go to the Louvre to see Dora’s masterpiece. Is John still in Ma- dera?”’ “Oh, John owns a large ranch in Imperial Valley. He managed his fat her’s place so well for several years that he amassed quite a fortune, which he invested in the rich southern county. He’s simply coining money now; will be a second John D.’’ “Hurrah for John! It’s not surprising though—remember how he used to man- age financial affairs at school? And speak- ing of John reminds one of Isabel. What has become of her?’’ “Isabel is a trained nurse as she planned, but it is rumored that a certain young man has finally persuaded her to believe he is the only cne in the world who needs her care, so she has decided that that may be SOmue “What a lucky fellow he is! became of Harl?”’ ‘ “Oh, Earl is a German professor, in the San Jose High School. They say that he just works the poor children to death, and is so strict—taking his vengeance out on them for the way Mr. Thompson used to hand it to him, I guess.” Philip threw back his head and laughed. “Well, if that doesn’t beat. everything. Who would ever have thought it of Harl? Is Mae Burgess still in Madera?’’ “Yes, and she loves a flirtation as much as ever and has the same trouble in trying to keep two or more fellows going at the same time and in preventing conflicts on the same evening.”’ “What a true picture. I suppose Winna is leading the four hundred of Madera?’ “Right you are that she is leading the ‘four hundred’ but not in Madera. The little burg became too tame for her, so she flew to Los Angeles and leads an airy, but- terfly life there, One often reads But what worn at and whole pink teas descriptions of her gowns certain social functions columns describing her and dress balls.” “Ts David still in the old town?”’ “Oh, no! David has blossomed into a great orator. His chief subject is ‘Reform Politics.’ His speeches are certainly caus- ing a great political sensation, and are copied by endless newspapers and spread broadcast. “Hilda went to San Jose Normal and taught a year but decided that housekeen- ing held greater charms so submitted to the holy bonds of matrimony. She lives in a beautiful little vine-covered home in the Raymond vicinity.” “So Hilda is married, and Hazel—what of her—I fully expected to hear of a sec- ond Mae Sutton—don’t you ever play tennis any more?- “T? Oh, I feel sometimes that mine has been a selfish career— nothing but my hard grinding music to show for these eight years. You remember I was always crazy abcut scenery, so Father has let me go to my heart’s content-—visited all the scenic features of our good old U. S. A.—now I’m off for greater fields. Sometimes 1] feel I ought to have helped the less for- tunate girls instead of spending all my time on myself.” “NCCU thropie stunts, still have time for your philan- Hazel. You were always a great one to plan. Those were great old times at high school. Remember how we used to work our hedds off, each trying to get ahead of the other? Sometimes you were ahead, sometimes I. Even in debates we were listed as opponents.”’ “Where’s May Wood?” “Oh, Philip! just look at that whale spout! Isn’t it large?” The class of 1912 was forgotten for the time. ® There are many lovely evenings on deck where Mother Nature added to the pic- turesque scene, with the mocn’s bright rays and twinkling stars contrasting with a few dark clouds, which made it impossible for one to remain inside,