Mount Penn Lower Alsace Joint High School - Penn Alma Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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MWBWMiWMWWCTiM'liillMWMWIWiTIllilWBIIilfliBli M l MW mi Prophecy—Continued form with the large S shows us this is State College. You become very popular as the little wonder, both in athletics and as a student. Now you are leaving college with the highest of honors. Now you are in the principal’s office of a large high school. Yes, you are the head of a large first-class high school, still keeping up athletics, and having winning teams everywhere. Ah! you are through for the day; you get into a large new automobile and drive to a neat little cottage where your wife and four children greet you. FRANKLIN EBRIGHT What a dust! No it is not dust hut grass flying up into the air and falling again. Ah ! I see you are cutting grass on a large lawn. Strange that that story should he so short, hut sure enough the crystal is blank. Oh now 1 see you sitting in a room twisting your hair and biting your finger nails. You are studying hard. Now you are given a typewriter and you quickly run your fingers over the keys. Why, surely, this is a Wharton School. Now I see a large grocery store, the window is elaborately decorated with spaghetti. This is only one of the large chain of Ebright grocery stores. But this is not enough. You are on the clear road to millionaire town. Now 1 see a large flock of i hickens—white as snow and hundreds and hundreds of them. Now we are taken to your home on a hillside overlooking the farm. Dinner is served and you are seated at a large table all alone. Ah ! you must he living up to your former life—a bachelor be-ing your aim. JAMES MACHETTE What is the matter with this crystal again ? Wait! It is clearing a bit now. Ah-h-h-h—I know. I am now seeing Jimmie Machett, he is gliding to and fro. No wonder I could not see him distinctly. Well, well, if he isn't taking the part of a clown in a circus. There he is, the same old Jimmie Machett. Horrors! I see a crowd collecting; ’tis sad to say, but our famous acrobat has been hurt; yes, he has met with an accident. The scene has changed. Jimmie has entirely recovered. I now see him in an immense laboratory; he is working and working. He looks as though he was trying to invent something. My, what a dark and gloomy face he is making! Oh! his face is now brightening up again like the sky after a thunder shower. I see Jimmie as a very successful inventor. He is now the successor to Edison. Not only do I see him successful in the line of inventing but has tried to make good in another line. He is now sitting in the living room of a large mansion, his wife by his side. I see them both entertaining their seven darlings. ARWILDA RUPP With your steady look upon the ball. I see you writing a letter. You are choosing your words carefully. You think a minute, then write a word; think a minute, then write again. I see why—the letter is addressed to the Jeflferspn Hospital of Philadelphia. Now the scene changes. Ah, large marble halls come in sight. I see you dashing from room to room, anxious to get to the side of one particular bed. “She stoops to conquer.” You arrange the pillow, straighten the counterpane and leave the room with a smile. With your careful attention the handsome young doctor is gaining health and is now walking out in the gardens of the hospital—of course, accompanied by his nurse. Love runs smooth, go we will change that. I see a large stone hospital. For some reason I have been taken into the office. A tall, well-built doctor appears in the doorway, passes over to his desk, picks up a letter and runs through the long hall. He stopped before the door of the head nurse. Now he enters, and there you are at your desk. nr. mm:: 'iiiii ■ 11: in ii iiiii-mi 11 iiim i n un i ■ 11 mu i is is mm hi :'111 i l-uim i , mwi Seventeen

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Prophecy—Continued VIDA KUTZ Gaze constantly into the crystal. I will start the crystal moving to your future, a year from now. You are entering a large-hospital in Philadelphia. You are very happy. You are receiving your uniform and position in training. Ah. the smile is leaving your face, you are disappointed. The work is hard and miserable and you are going home. But, oh, I see why. I will now change it to five years later. I see a small cottage along the hillside. Large lawns surround it with much shrubbery. There are many flowers around the large porch. There is one very pretty flower close by the steps. Its petals are of a very beautiful color. They are of a yellow, yet not a yellow ; they are of a red, yet not a red ; they are of a brown, yet not a brown. The wind is blowing and still the flowers are moving, but this one in particular keeps jumping up and down. Ah, this flower is leaving its place. She sits on a kiddie-kar and starts down over the lawn. She stops, jumps from her kar and leaps into the arms of a rather robust young man. Just then you appear in the doorway, greet your husband. happily, and all enter the cottage. MASON BRIGHT The crystal is now completely covered with a big. wide-open smile. Just one look tells me it is Mason Bright. You are smiling as you see the cashier of the bank count ing piles and piles of money as you are ready to deposit your weekly savings of 50c to buy a war stamp. You seem to enjoy being around people with money. You leave your money and return to your ice cream parlor and pool room. There are signs everywhere. On some there are such statements as: “Today is bargain da}-—Gain strength, play pool—I like to see people-spend money—Do it here.” Oh, all this has changed now. I see you seated on the spacious porch of a large mountain summer resort, enjoying all the comforts of home. You are proprietor of this resort in the White Mountains. Here you are living a rich bachelor’s life. LILY M ACH LTTE How could such a big, horrible spotted animal get into the crystal? Sure enough, it is a leopard. How strange. Why, we must be in the tropics. He is turning around and around—now he lies down. Ah! he opens his mouth and shows his large pearly teeth. Now I see a small delicate hand slowly stroking the large head. Oh, yes, here is where you appear. But how queer—you have a jeweled dress and a large feather headdress on. Your apartment is furnished very elaborately and somewhat to the oriental fashion. You turn with graceful gestures. Ah ! this must be the famous new metropolitan dancer. Now we are taken to a New York cabaret. The dancing ceases and the lights are turned out. One large red spot is turned on the center of the floor. There you come, lightly tiptoeing across the floor— your garments sparkle in the light. Now I see you in quite a different form. You are out in a beautiful garden with a large wolf hound. Here you greet a rather elderly man—not your father—but still very affectionately you walk towards a large white house. Ah ! the moral of that story is —you would rather be an old man’s darling than a young man’s slave. ELMER HUYETT Why this is a gymnasium. Surely it is a basketball floor. A door on the side opens and the teams appear. Ah! this would remind one of those old days back in Mt. Penn. There you are still playing forward, but on a professional team. The game is started and you roll one goal after another through the? net. The blue and white uni- VIKIIllllllllllMIlllllllliWIIIHIiniliNllillllKllllllllllililllllllllillWlIM Sixteen

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nip................................................................................................................... :r .n! .1;:: iiii:i,ii; -ihiiiM.. '■ M ........................................ Prophecy— ESTHER ADAMS Well, how queer, the crystal does not act. Oh, there it is, but what? Is this a parade? Oh no. I see a sign on the side; it is the Bel-font State College ’bus line. All stop in front of the large college. Everybody enters the wide hall. To be sure, you are there, looking from right to left for “Honie.” Why, 1 have looked wrong; it is “Homer.’’ Now you are in the domestic science room cook • ing. never looking at cheese, for, remember, you have “never to eat cheese again.’’ You have now finished a successful course and using your household arts you have bought and furnished the small English home in Jacksonwald which you had decided to turn into an old maid’s hall, but what is home without a Homer. And now the Adams old maid cottage is turned into the Weider home. MARGARET ELLIS See, you are leaving Mt. Penn High School, never to return. A sad look of despair creeps over your beautiful countenance as you look back upon the faces of schoolmates and friends, and of the latter, most especially upon the face of the handsome, dashing young Sir Galahad, of the junior class dear to you. But, nevertheless, you are prepar ing to go to college. You are seated on the floor of your room packing your clothes, arranging your blouses and nicely folding the !).!)8s. The time has come for your departure, and you are having a party—why, that has stopped; how strange; my crystal has never stopped without my consent. But, oh, this must be some college campus. Large lawns, trees and wide gravel paths. The scene changes to a class-room. Oh. there you are, at your desk, with a large French class before you. French !s your line. You are a French teacher in a Continued large college. Oh, that has also stopped. Strange that the crystal should act that way. Ah; I have said French is your line. The crystal shows a sign, “French Cleaning and Dyeing.” The interior of the French shop is shown, and you appear in bright array. You have taken upon you the idea that you have “lived to dye,” and you are going to “dye to live.” PROPHECY OF PROPHET S. ALICE IBACH I had a strange dream one evening concerning one of my classmates. She was a tall, husky young lady, with brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. She was formerly a school teacher, teaching a small country school at Stony Creek. Then I saw her in a spotless white garment as a dental nurse, assisting a prominent dentist in New York city. One day a young man entered the dentist’s office with a terrible toothache. The tooth was perfect, and the dentist thought it was a shame to pull it, so he told the nurse to fix it up. She put some soothing medicine on his tooth which seemed to relieve the pain almost immediately. While she was fixing his tooth, he thought her face was familiar, so he asked her who she was and where she lived before she came here. She answered by saying, I lived at Cherry Dale, and my name is Alice Ibach. “Well. I declare,” was his reply. “I am Sheldon Tice. Remember the good times we had together playing tennis?” They sat down and talked about old times which brought back fond memories of the past. They talked awhile, and then they left. He was a detective in New York. He called occasionally, and both of them being homesick, they decided to move nearer home. They built a bungalow big enough for two, near Antie-tam. Eighteen iiiiiiiHfiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii