Northeastern High School - Crucible Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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Class Prophecy One stormy evening some years after I had graduated from Northeastern, I was sitting before my fireplace, reading tales of strange lands. Suddenly I was aware of a step on the stairs. I was about to shut my book when I heard a loud knock on the door. Wondering who would come in such bad weather, I opened the door, and lo, before me stood a Hindo. From his rich and flowing Oriental garments poured streams of rain. He looked faint and tired, and in a weak voice said, Food, kind sir. I immediately lead him to a chair before my warm, cheerful fireplace, and bade him dry his garments. While he was doing this I prepared for him food and drink. VVhen he had finished, he leaned back in his chair, and, with a grate- ful smile, said, Sir, you have been most kind. To a stranger, you have given food. l would not offer gross silver as pay, but I can reward you in a different wa . y Thereupon, from the folds of his shawl, he drew a large crystal ball. Plac- ing it before me he said, Behold the future. The ball began to glow with an inward light. 'Ask what you wish l he commanded. A longing to see the friends of my school days passed over me, but before I could say a word, I saw a shadow moving in the crystal's glow. I looked more closely and I knew that I should have my wish granted. The moving shadow formed a desert with great, green palms. On a throne under one of them sat Albert Eckel, as sultan, with his queen, Irene Rogers. As his Chief Vizier was Edward Hutton, an adviser. trusted and true. A group of tourists strolled by. Among them were Ruth Rosenthal and Bella Rosenberg, who, as teachers in Northeastern, had saved enough money to take a trip through the East, in order to be able to make history and geography more interesting to their pupils. The shadow faded, then it came again. This time I beheld a business street in Detroit. Over the entrance of a big department store I saw a sign, Robert Isbergf, Going in, I heard from all sides of how that good Mr. Isberg had changed the whole system of sales and had become very rich. I When I left the store, I went down the street and saw on a corner a man speaking to an enormous crowd. Coming nearer, I saw that the man was Cor- less Michnick, and that he was running an election campaign. When he an- nounced that the candidate who would probably receive the most votes was Ida Pecherer, the crowd cheered for half an hour. And it cheered equally long when Sam Cohn was announced as leading candidate for another office. Taking notes of the event was Fred Bradly, whose work as a reporter made his paper the lead- ing one of the country. Professor Bielawski, who had discovered a method whereby lessons were made pleasant, made an interesting speech. After it I followed him into a tea-shop, where we hailed each other as good friends should and ordered tea and cakes. No sooner had we sat down than we saw Evelyn Commings and Violet Gable enter. VVe invited them to have tea with us. While we were waiting for it to be brought, they told us that they each had a home and a loving husband. We were about to leave when we were greeted by Alma Thurkow. When asked why she looked so happy, she told us how successful she had been in her efforts as a settlement worker. As evening was coming, we decided to go to a theatre. We bought the tickets from Marion Oman, who increased the patronage to the theatre when she became cashier. The chief usher of this theatre was Raymond Ricketts. Under his management, the theatre had become a sort of Mecca to all theatre-goers. Z0

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12 A's at last! Now that we are about to face the world, we begin to sus- pect that we have rated our ability too high, and to feel that we have been living in golden dreams during the time that has elapsed since we' were Freshies. But we are not dauntedg we are going to win our way. This semester we have had a Get-together party for our class and a dance for the 12 B's. For that occasion the gymnasium was tastefully decorated under the direction of Francis Rhoades with the class colors, antique gold and sapphire. Under the leadership of our capable officers, Albert Eckel,' Gertrude Epperson, Evelyn Singer, Walter Libetski, and Miss Sheehan, we feel that we have had a very happy and successful year.- VIRGINIA sANGBUsH. Class Will We, the class of june, 1920, of Northeastern High School of Detroit, Michi- gan, being of sound mind, memory, and understanding, do hereby publish and declare this our last will and testament, revoking all former wills by us at any time heretofore made. That is to say: First. To all the students of Northeastern High School we give and be- queath our worn-out tardy and absence slips. Second. To the class of january, 1921, we give and bequeath our 3's and 4's, sincerely desiring that they use them as much as we have used them. Third. To the treasurers of all succeeding classes we give and bequeath Walter Libetski's fifty cents down and a quarter when you get me ability for collecting class dues. Fourth. To all juniors we give and bequeath the sweet essence of the Chemistry Laboratory, especially that of HZS. Fifth. To the gloomy juniors we give and bequeath the laughing gas which is the product of the efforts of Corliss Michnick. Sixth. To all nervous Seniors we give and bequeath the electric shocks re- ceived in the physics laboratory. Seventh. Sam Cohen's Robert's Rules of Order we give and bequeath to anyone who can use them to the complete confusion of meetings as well as he can. Eighth. We give and bequeath the geometrical genius of. Shark Bella Rosenberg to Margaret Richards. Ninth. Albert Eckel's popularity we bequeath to him who, in the opinion of his fellow Juniors, expressed in solemn conclave, is most in need of it. Tenth. john Carrico's literary ability we give to William Kaufman. Eleventh. The friendship of Anna Hose and Elizabeth Hoga we bequeath to Doris Perry and Marion Parker. Twelfth. To the physics and chemistry laboratories we bequeath the ap- paratus which we so sadly lacked. Thirteenth. To Jimmie Barto we give and bequeath George Slutsky's ora- torical powers. Fourteenth. George Mick1en's place as star swimmer we give to Ferdinand Ehrlich. Fifteenth. To our successors we bequeath the good times, the fun, the little troubles, the pleasant memories that we reluctantly leave behind us. Sixteenth. To the faculty we give our sincerest gratitude and appreciation for all that they have done for us, for their interest in our welfare, their patience with our shortcomings, their earnest endeavor to instill a little knowledge into our heads. Seventeenth. To Northeastern High School we bequeath our sincere af- fection, our enduring loyalty, and utmost confidence in her future growth and service to the community. THE CLASS OF JUNE, 1920. 19 n A

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VVe took our seats, and were given programs. We read, 'His Only Love,' by john Carricof' VVe looked up, and there in a box we saw the author himself. He was entertaining his guests, Gertrude Epperson and Evelyn Singer, who, as missionaries in the South Sea Islands, taught the savages. Behind them sat William Plumb, a renowned engineer, he had invented a wingless aeroplane. Be- side him was VValter Libetski, whose paintings were on exhibition in the great art museums of the world. The party was completed by Kathleen Smith, who was dramatic critic of the Theatrical Myth, a paper of wide repute. In another box I saw Corrine Wilcox, a society belleg and with her was a young man whom l did not know. In the hrst row of the balcony, sat Max Wainger, owner and manager of the Unknown Stranger, a paper in which he published his criticisms and jokes. He was with his old friend and able assistant, George Slutsky. Near them were Norma Scroggie, Vera Eagen, and Ruth Cook, editors of various history, mathematics, and English textbooks used in High Schools. With them was Alice jones, who had ,charge of the educational department of the Michigan State Telephone Company. Since she had held that position, the telephone service had greatly improved. At last the curtain began to rise. The scene showed the main hall of a palace. Seated on the throne, as monarch of an Eastern country, was Charles Ryscavage, arrayed in gorgeous robes. By him stood Otto Schultz, who con- tinued since school-days, to play the part of messenger After the play, we went to a restaurant, owned by Joseph Geraci. He greeted us enthusiastically and at once began to praise his jazz band, which was, indeed, very good. He was about to introduce me to its conductor when I found that this talented person was none other than Russell Schultz! He led me to a table where seated together were Doctors Rhoades and Busch, who were cele- brating their discovery of a chemical which insured cternal youth. Nearby sat George Michlen, whose cartoons rival Bairnsfather's, and with him, Allen Davis, who had succeeded Mr. Lane as mathematics teacher at Northeastern. At another table Mollie Hack was giving a dinner in honor of the fifteenth anniversary of the meeting of Anna Hose and Elizabeth Hoga. Among her guests were Virginia Sangbush and Edna Mroseske, joint owners of a business firm on Woodward Avenue, and Elsie Hoschek, who taught school so well that all her pupils received 1's. Suddenly there was a great silence, Ella Kilburg had begun her beautiful dance number. NVhen she finished I rose to go and was greeted by five more friends-Ralph Schaber, a most successful business man, William Boyd, the world's greatest football star, Edward Rutkowski, his manager, Edward Cun- ningham, whose occupation it was to gaze at the moon through a telescope to see if the man in the moon ever moved 5 and Anthony Lipke, who had just dis- covered a huge silver mine. They were to take me to their club, when- I found myself before the fireplace in my own room. Slowly the crystal dis- appeared before my eyes. When I looked up, the Hindu had disappeared, too. I ran to the door, but it was locked from the inside, so he could not have gone out that way. I sat down again, pondering over the mystery when it occurred to me that I might have been dreaming, but Be it a dream, or be it true, There's a future in store for me and for you. JOHN F. CARRICO, Class Prophet, june, '20, 21