Oakland High School - Oak Yearbook (Oakland, MD)

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1925 Teak OFACK 25 What a nice road before me! This must be Maryland. Here comes a stunning little car. Let’s see who’s in it. My! It is coming fast. It is a lady and a man. Look! It is Jessie Nine, and that must be the preacher she used to talk about. They seem to be in a hurry, but I can see, tied to the back of their car, a huge sign, “Just Married.” Such a beautiful, soft light envelopes me. It is a golden sunset. I see a country lane. I hear the sound of cow bells. The birds are singing their evening songs and the insects are doing their best at chirping. I see a form advancing. Who is this young lady strolling along so thoughtfully? Sure enough! It is Minnie Paug h home for her vacation. She is now a famous orator and travels the world over dis- cussing “Politics and Women.” The scene shifts to a nice little office. See how busy the stenographer is. Wonder who she is? Now she is looking around, Minnie Newman, another of our classmates who has climbed the ladder of success and is now secretary to no less than the Pres- ident of the United States. Dimly I see something else before me. It’s a young lady. She sits gazing out of the window at the beautiful scenery. What pretty handwork she holds. But who can she be? It’s Alma White. She is enjoying the quiet about her and sits, alone, sewing and humming while watching two little children yonder in a garden. They must be hers. A gorgeous hotel in Florida comes to my eyes. Guests are sauntering here and there over the wonderful grounds. Who is the snappy young man winding his way slowly among the palm trees? He is deep in thought. ’Tis Ralph Smouse, the owner of the famous Palm Beach Hotel and several other hotels of note throughout the country, I hear music and the sound of dancing feet. I see two dancing figures moving dantily here and there. How gracefully they shake the light fantastic toe. They look like queens all bedecked with jewels. Behold! They are the center of attraction. Watch closely. They are coming this way. Our old friends. Bernadine Stanton and Nell Frantz. It is Nell all right, just like she used to be. Always in for a good time. And she’s having it, too. Both girls are now toe dancers on Keith’s Circuit. A new scene comes before me. Listen! ’Tis the sound of the judge’s hammer as he brings the court to silence. How stern he looks, and how quickly the cases go down before him. He’s some judge. What large specs he wears! He is taking them off. Am I seeing things? Sure enough, it is our old class spokesman, Graydon Lewis. ‘That is where I expected to find him—a judge on the Supreme Court bench. What’s this I see in the distance bobbing up and down? Listen to that terrific roaring, It is the ocean, and the object I see is a ship. This looks rather interest- ing. See the stout ladies sitting there. They must be accustomed to such voyages. But look! Vera Ream is one and Kathleen Lawton the other. They are on a trip to the Orient where they will be both sightseers and missionaries. Let’s see what is in this beautiful bubble. What have we discovered? Look at the large audience. Who is the speaker? How self-confident he seems, He speaks! The audience is held spellbound. Who is the great orator that deserves so much praise? It is Walton King, and he is, what you might call, a self-made man. With him is another familiar face. It is no other than John Helbig, an army officer, He, too, is a speaker and is trying to get recruits for Uncle Sam. Slowly another vision appears. It is the prettiest little cottage set in a garden of flowers and soft green trees. A woman comes to the door. She looks like a picture as she stands there. She is waiting for someone, evidently her husband, who is coming down the lane. He is Garthright May. The woman advances to greet him. She turns her face this way. It is Carrolla Shartzer. A buzzing sound is in my ears. A large building appears. Over the building is the sign, ‘“‘The Modern Printing Company.” Now we are in the building. It is filled with great machines. There is a door marked. “Editor-in-Chief.” Let us see who this great editor may be. He is seated at his desk. He seems very busy. He turns and faces us. Can it be possible? Yes, it is James Willison, He started out as a

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24 Teo Eee oAmb 1925 CLASS PROPHECY “Pair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy EM “Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and caldron bubble.” A WITCH:— Ha! What’s this I see? A misty mist. Hm! Takes shape; I wonder what ’tis. A human form. Sisters, does look familiar to me. It nearer comes. A woman. A missionary nurse. She has gathered round her several small children and I see someone in the corner. A dying mother. The nurse ministers to her needs. ‘Tis our old classmate, Betty Buzzerd. She speaks. What does she say to the sick woman? Listen: “I will come tomorrow. Tis a pleasure for me to help anyone.” A shade passes over my eyes. I see no more. The shade takes flight. I see an- other form; I hear glorious music. A trumpet resounds through the air. Before a king and queen and royal company I see our old friend, Russell Brown, holding‘ all present spellbound by his wonderful music. A huge form darkens my horizon. It is a fat lady, reading loud a treatise on Physics and punctuating each sentence with a huge suck upon a peppermint stick. Ah! Virginia Casteel. Had you but realized what extreme obesity excess candy would cause you, you would put away peppermint sticks forever. I hear a mumbling sound. ’Tis counting, counting, counting. I perceive a stooped form over a high desk. Debit, credit, debit, credit; balance; loss. I do believe ’tis Carlton Chance. Poor soul, he is the bookkeeper and son-in-law of H. V. Leighton. Funny sight! Great legs! Strange! Legs, legs and nothing but legs! Whoever it is needs to climb no poles to put up telephone wires. Sufficient are his legs thereof. Old Niles Falkenstine saves the electric company, for which he works, many a dol- lar because it uses his legs instead of poles for wiring. Someone is helping him— another tall fellow—our old friend Edward Sebold. Now, what’s this? ’Tis Margaret Friend! What is she doing? Ah! there she is down in Texas, still at her old tricks—trying to rope the cowpunchers, A figure struggling through the odds and ends of life. Aha! It is our pretty little classmate, Mary Ours, displaying her beauty as a model in a very elaborate fashion shop in New York. I hear children’s voices. In looking closer I see Nina Foster, Audrey Lewis and Mary Scott all helping little children in school. These young ladies have won splen- did reputations as teachers in Garrett county. Bells! Bells! Bells! Ringing! Ringing! Ringing! They almost deafen my ear. What’s the meaning? Oh! ’Tis clear now to me. ’Tis a grand procession. A wedding! I do believe it is Rose Murphy and Walter Nine. Ah! Rose and Walter, who could ever have imagined that in their wildest dreams? The sound has died away. I hear no more, All is lost to sight. Something ap- pears before me. Why, I believe it is a ranch. Sure enough! But what’s this I see coming at such furious speed galloping and rearing? A bucking broncho and its rider, Let’s see who the rider is. It’s Edith Shockey, who seems to be having a good time visiting her old beau, Earl Sterling, in the West. Both she and Earl have be- come famous as bareback riders. She disappears over the horizon and the thunder of horses’ hoofs is lost in the distance. Another scene comes before me. It is a store. There sits a bookkeeper with his assistant. His mind does not seem to be on his work. Horrors! Look how red he’s getting. What is he looking at? Oh! Some young ladies! He punches his assistant and starts to run. If it isn’t our schoolmate, Paul Shultz. He is a confirmed old) bachelor and the sight of a lady makes him run a mile. His assistant is Bryan Browning. He, too, is afraid of the ladies.

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26 THE 0 Ark 1925 printer in the Oakland Republican, but now he is the owner of the New York Times as well as “The There is a handsome taxi around the corner of a huge apartment. A man in red and white uniform jumps from the cab to help Thelma white in color. Great Northern Printing Campany.” It is red and Savedge alight, and, of all people, the man is Joe Stanton, “the millionaire taxi eab driver.” Next before my vision rolls the Metropolitan Opera House. with excitement. star, Madame Janassus, singing with abandon “La Fravicta.” in excitment! Enters our singer. The audience is tense Behind the footlights, taking the place of Mary Garden is a new We hold our She can be no other than Helen Jones! breath Ha! Ha! What is this I see? Everything is red and white. It is the A. and P. is the main office. Who is the young lady who seems so efficient? To be sure it is our old classmate, Mildred Miller, who started at the bot tom of the ladder as a clerk in an A. and P. grocery store in Oakland and who is now chief! saleslady of the great A. and P. Tea Company in New York City. Company. This All light has left. SSIES t MIL LEAILCLLLLLLLOLELLLLLLLLLEELLL LLCO LLLLLLOOGMOLLLLLU LOMO LLCO UOMO CRUOU CUCU OLOMOUC UMEAO CC CUOCUMMA TU MOO MTUOOMOMOMUOOCUOMTTTCUMU MLCT TTTTTTT TTT “II “Fair is foul, and foul is fair; Hover through the fog and filthy air.” “Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and caldron bubble.” MUU LUUTULUALUOGELLLUU UOMO ECOAOOCAUUCGAOOOUECOACOUOTOLAUOOAUCOOTTOCGAOOOHL OCU UOOTUOOTCOAUOGHTOGAILOGIICOTICOGATCOMTIDOGTOUOTINOOTIOOITIOOTEUONTIOOTCOGTIUGTIOONIUONIIOGIIUOTIUGOTONIIUOIUOOHUUON LOO MIUOT CONT UOT P= Farewell, Oakland High Sweet bond of love that holds us close To Oakland High forever, Strengthen within our hearts fair thoughts And memories together. The time has come when we must leave Our Alma Mater dear. A sadness softly steals o’er us As “Farewell Day” draws near. For O. H. S., our love for you Is far beyond all measure. The years we’ve spent within thy care Each one, we fully treasure. Tis you who’s urged us on the path Toward manhood’s rightful goal. SUCCESS is written in our heart, And HO NOR in our soul. Farewell to thee, we say once more; Farewell, dear Oakland High. F'arewell to comrades, teachers, too— “Farewell,” but not “Goodbye.” LLL CLUE A curtain of darkness is drawn; I see no more. iT LOMO CUOMO UCU OOA UUM UMMM MTOM TTT TT