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

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And Louie was a lawyer Of very wide spread fame, His early High School training Helped win honors for his name. Next I searched for Laura, My pal in days of yore And found her in a city— Settlement Worker, Number 4. You remember Raymond Coffee High School Treasurer in 719 ? Among the President’s cabinet His familiar face was seen. I glanced swiftly thru a paper And read of “looping the loop,” There was a picture of the flier, Who was surely Raymond Shupe. Edna? She got married, In my dreams I saw her, too, She was living down near Fresno, Children ?—Oh yes—two. The people all stood staring As the cireus passed thru town; But I was quite astonished, Hor Elmer was the clown. A glimpse of San Francisco Showed me a famous man. Who was it? Tommy Cosgrave, Now minister to Japan. Of course, you’ve heard of Alma, But I saw her busily Teaching foreign languages, Up at U. of C. And then I saw Don Houston, Four times a millionaire; He'd won his monstrous fortunes By always playing square. The last vision faded— A cloud passed over the moon, Of myself I had learned nothing— And the dawn was coming soon.

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Class Prophecy ENID FREEMAN, ’20 Last night as I lay sleeping You tell me, who'd have thunk it? By my window open flung, I wouldn’t, Vl declare. Visions slipped down on a moonbeam But I saw them—Thelma and Velma— And passed me, one by one. A vaudeville dancing pair. These visions took me swiftly IT next saw Orlo Cavin To scenes both old and new. On a motor truck of hay. They showed me my old classmates He was a successful farmer In nineteen-thirty-two. Living out Berenda way. First I saw an artshop I heard a busy clatter, Arranged in clever style, Ten typewriters all a-gog; And always there to greet you And in their midst was Florence, Was “Baby’s” pretty smile. High-salaried head stenog. The next vision in a twinkling I moved in learned circles Bore me across the main, teceiving haughty looks, There I saw friend Evelyn It was there I saw Dot Griffin, In a chateau on the Seine. The author of many books. “Madame’s Beauty Parlor,” And Leo was a merchant, The lights spelled brilliantly, The next picture made quite clear. Leaning closer, I saw Sabra. He ran his father’s business, The proprietress was she. And still was living here. I found myself in darkness— T saw a downtown office, Then a light flashed on the screen. Where a woman sorted mail. The star was Marjorie Williams, She raised her eyes and saw me, Unrivaled movie queen. And T saw Frances Kehl. “You must be quiet, children !” The next vision showed me Gerald I heard a voice declare. With his pygmy dignity, T’was Madera’s kindergarten, A yery staid professor With Olive teaching there. Teaching truck like Chemistry. A bridge was under construction— Clyde came walking toward me Men toiled with might and main. A huge book under each arm; There I saw “Butch” Noble— fle was now the owner He who supplied the brain. Of a scientific farm. Zs)

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