Sapulpa High School - Sapulphan Yearbook (Sapulpa, OK)

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HIS morning when I awoke the glorious springtime enshrouded the whole earth in beauty and happiness. As I gazed out of the window 1 could see the enchanting Atlantic Ocean mischievously rocking the sail boats to and fro. I decided that this was an ideal day to begin a sequel on my latest book, “The Rose Path,” for which the public had been clamoring since I had given them the last one some few months ago. Two hours later found me at my desk, preparing to write, when all at once I noticed a lovely little calendar, evidently left for me by a friend, and as it was a depiction of spring, 1 examined it more closely. To my great surprise I found the name of the painter was Laura Carmoney, an old school-mate. Coincidence would have it that just exactly twelve years ago this very day Laura and I both graduated from S. H. S. Imagine Laura being an artist. I always thought she would be a missionary. Why, I have an idea: Why not start my sequel and have for the characters the members of my Senior class. Let me see— there was James Burgess, who always coveted fame; at last his wish had been granted. I read in the paper recently that he had been sent to Congress by the Woman Suffrage Party of Oklahoma. You never can tell about some individuals. Sometimes they give you the surprise of your existence. However, such is life. Anna McEuen and Beulah Mallory, the “gigglers of the Senior Class,” still giggle, giggle, and giggle some more. They are making quite a hit in vaudeville as the “Gold Dust Twins.” Adelbert Trotter, then known as “Deb,” has taken up Mormonism, and his doting Mamma is very proud of his slowly gaining fame and notoriety. Adelbert was always such a dear little lamb; so religious, too. Cpal Shafer is now head matron in the insane asylum at Norman. The last time I saw her she said that a man named Imel was confined in the dangerous ward, who all the time was raving over the greenness of a certain Geometry class. I wonder if it could be the same Mr. Imel------? Well, anyway the name sounds very familiar to me. May Scott, the genius of the Senior class, is still a genius. She is police-woman in our home city of Sapulpa, and latest Sa-pulpa papers say that she has a good chance of being appointed police-chieftess. Vera Perry, the tall girl of our class, we all thought she would be a stenographer, but she is now teaching classic dancing in New York City at Birtchiel Academy. Height doesn’t hinder everything. Beatrice McCrady, the “French beauty” [22]

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LUCILE BRIDGET HANRAHAN Sigma Delta; Chi Omega Psi; Sec.-Treas. Sigma Delta Literary Society; Art Editor Saya-nora ’17. “Thou art fair, and few are fairer.” (Shelley.) LUCILE GERTRUDE McCABE Delphian; Chi Omea Psi; Picture Editor, Say-anora '17. “My only books, ere man’s looks And folly’s all they’ve taught me.” (Howell.) GEORGIA ANNA WINGET Sigma Delta; Chi Omega Psi; Asst. Joke Editor, Sayanora ’17; Vice-President Chi Omega Psi. “How hard it is for women to keep counsel.” (Shakespeare.) [21 ]

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of the class, is now Mayoress of the great city of Beggs. Imagine Beatrice doing things of this sort when, with her beauty, she could have all the crown heads of Europe bow to her. 1 guess she thought her beauty would do more for humanity in governing city affairs than be responsible for duels fought and blood shed. Ruth Desmukes is now one of the world’s greatest pianists. I can’t imagine Ruth getting up enough courage to play before great audiences—she used to be so timid. Dan Brown, the efficient president of the Senior class, is now in a twenty-five cent stock company, where he has the leading role, a Japanese acrobat, and the newspapers say he interperts his part as well as a real Jap. Dan always was a genius, though. Ettagrace Spurgin is heralded as the most dashing American woman in England. She gained her universal fame by being called the “much married lady.” One of her victims died, she deserted six, then killed three. Her latest husband, Charlie Chaplin, says he has no idea how long his vampire wife will spare his life. I think Charlie had better be prepared at any time. Leota Morgan is being raved over, in all the leading newspapers. She is better known as “Babe,” the dancing doll, employed at the leading cabarets of Chicago and New York City. To think of Leota being a dancing doll—my goodness! I always prophecied she would be a dear little brown-eyed nurse taking care of the injured American soldiers. Brice Hickey is making quite a name for himself in the “sport world,’ as the greatest aviator now living,—flying on the ground. I predicted the career of a bird-man for him soon after he displayed so much talent in the Senior play. Georgia Winget is a great actress, called a second Sarah Bernhardt, all except for the wooden leg. Georgia hasn’t had any accidents yet with the exception of falling over the foot-lights and down onto the orchestra below. Lucille Hanrahan, the missionary, is doing excellent work in converting the heathens. The little Chinks seem to like her very much, as they call her “auntie.” Gladys Fox is a great sculptress in Naples. Her works are among the greatest exhibited, and her dumb animal characters are very real and life-like, especially the kittens. Lucille McCabe owns a chicken ranch in California, and she is very prosperous, too. Lucille never married—nevertheless she won’t be called an “old maid.” She emphatically asked me to remember her as a “bachelor-girl.” I can’t think of Lucille being a bachelor-girl. There must be some mistake. Anyway, I haven’t seen her for two years—maybe things have changed in the course of time. Recalling memories of my early life for the past two hours, I emerged from my reverie thoughtful and melancholy. As my thoughts drifted back over the early years of my life, many of their events interested me beyond words. First, there I was, a very little girl, sheltered from the activities of the world. Then, the years passed, one by one, until I came to the turning point of my life, graduation and the choosing of a vocation. As I sat thinking of my own vocation, and also the vocations of my eighteen class mates, I determined to write a story of memories, memories of school days and class mates. L. S. ’17. [23]