St Marys High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (St Marys, WV)

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' i ...sv--' I - all + 1 2-Til 4 zl- --f--V-1'-1-1-5' I x'T Sx Jbpfflll ua I M 'QI ii'2':12i30fs.,, i5'gT1gas' - f f ' the signs written in French whose should appear but Earl Lamps! Monsieur Lamp, creator and designer of women's clothing. I entered the gorgeously lighted shoppe, and was greeted by the famous artist himself. Earl was as stout and jolly as ever. He informed me that women's clothing and men's trousers were getting shorter! I-Ie asked me to be seated and he would call his leading mannequin, Miss Earnestine Rawson! Erny, wearing a stunning abbreviated gown, greeted me in French. How successful all my classmates had been! Now another star took the form of a lough sea and an American-bound ship came into view. Who was that little man iushing around on deck giving commands to other gobs? Bless my soul! Leonard Hart was really a sailor. How plainly I could see him now-and Whom was he talking to? Of all persons, Helen Elliott! Where had she been? And what was he saying? I listened and felt guilty for eavesdropping-but knowing it was meant for my ears, I kept my eyes on the star and listened. Mrs, Van Horne, your husband would like for you to come to his cabin a minute, was what Leonard announced. So Helen was married. My eyes followed her down the deck. She stopped a minute to greet some- body who was the center of attraction-Leroy Kohler was entertaining? How the people were smiling, and cheering this famous comedian, who was returning home after a study of humor abroad. I watched Helen on down the deck and saw her enter the cabin marked Captain -so, her husband was a captain! She had a life of roaming before her. Again another star twinkled and I Watched it as before. Now I found myself back in America. At first it was hard to see what was forming in the bright star. Now I saw it was a college scene in the East. The large building seemed to appear under my very gaze. Students rushed in and out, and over the campus. But I was not allowed much time to see this-it seemed I must go inside and right into a class room to greet one of the professors. An old friend Whom we had called Hank-but now it had changed to Clarence Jemison, Ph. D. How I would have liked to lingered there and heard the wise voice that was to tell the class, but the scene changed into still another large room where Lucille Hammett was directing a class in vocal music. In the stillness of the night, their voices reached me. Surely under such guidance they would reach the heights of fame. A Another classroom showed Doris Williamson, the math shark of S. M. H. S., conducting a class in Integral Calculus, the highest mathematics taught. She was as calm and undisturbed as she had been in olden days. I was again taken outside this great building. On the football field, husky men were being severely drilled by-yes, Oral Knight! He had been head coach for three years with an undefeated team. Rah for Knight! This time a shady street appeared in a star. Such an ideal spot, I gasped. How I longed to be there, walking under the shade trees and viewing the beautiful bungalows. Suddenly I found myself out of the heat and on this very street. The wind gently blew the trees and the air was perfumed with flowers. I hesitated in front of an attractive bungalow. Two darling, curly-haired children were playing on the lawn- and who was watching their every move? It must be their mother. I looked again. Well Ruby Campbell, is it you? And this little home is yours! V E271 lu 4.l

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I I wi '-il'-L-gl :z5 i-I Lips. , f- U 0y4121'zuaI x ' f li i ' f-O-1 'x-:ala fi2i'2'i'-f'fQ4 f-f2f':i?fQ' ' ' 1' A' 1 ' , I as-'1NA:eLM , Prophecy of 'nz 8 As the Propliet Proplzesies It was one of the hottest days I had witnessed since my brief stay in Arabia. Tonight the heat and sultry moonlight seemed to make me sadder and more lcncsomc than I had ever been before. Camping on the edge of a desert, doing missionary work among natives, and trying my best, together with the other Americans, to show this country a war was not necessary, was indeed keeping me busy. But somehow tonight my mind kept wandering back to old times, old friends, and scenes of my school days, shifting to and from my mind. Why was it that after twenty years I found the visions of my graduation day, in my mind as plain as they had been then? At last, getting up from my cushion in the door of my tent, I called a servant and ordered my fastest steed. Surely riding under the starry sky would make me forget how blue and lonesome I was tonight. Somehow, even this didn't help. My horse travelled like a ghost, light-footed and swift over the barren wastes, while idly I gazed at the stars, each seeming to twinkle and smile back at me in the face of an old school friend. Surely I was seeing things-no, it was Damon Poole in that star smiling at me- the same Damon, but with an older and more mannish smile. How plainly I could see him! Now he was walking along a busy street and now entering a large building. In electric lights at the top flashgd The Chicago Tribune. Could Damon. have realized his ambitions? Yes, he was entering the office marked Editor. He sat at the massive desk, and who was that familiar face at his side? Betty Bills! Of course she would be capable of being his private secretary. The star twinkled and this time Leora Hawkins was looking at me. She had the same amusing smile, and how strange she too was in the same building. At her door was written, Special Reporter. It was private, but I was allowed to peek at her. Stenographers busily surrounded her, taking dictation from this highest paid and best reporter in America. Damon had been lucky to secure her services. Would this wonderful vision last long enough for me to see my other school mates? Yes, in another star appeared a large theater, the sign's names appearing in French. My vision had taken me across the ocean. I read the sign Miss Edna Clovis, America's Songbird. She was spending two days in Paris while on her world tour. A large car drove up to the theater and out stepped Edna. Her many admirers were scattering roses at her feet. But who was that important looking man at the entrance, offering his arm to her? Sure enough, it was Glen Sunderman. There his name was in front of the theater as owner of it. My vision diappeared and the twinkling of another star drew my attention to it. It seemed to be France also, because I was being led through the streets and as I read l26l

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0 ii., I kgs .. Q-- -.,.. --Q-.. --..-., f fc- .'i TJE?l:, iff' fliqlllil gil -WQQE-reg! ts.:-H.a,x:.r Ib- rw- I J While I was in this paradise talking to her, an important car drove up and Luella and Roberta got out. What were they doing in California? I was soon to know. Roberta was a playwright and working under the famous director-Ruby's husband. Surely I was in the midst of a movie colony. Luella could only stay a few minutes-she must hurry to be on the lot in fifteen minutes. Luella in the movies-sure enough! And playing the wicked little vamp on the screen. Surely she would be a star of any movie lot. Next I found myself in a studio watching a comedian at work. Well, Dorothy White, how cleverly you act. And how earnestly the director, Delbert Higgins, was assisting her. Here two more classmates had won fame. Suddenly I wondered about the others, and fearfully I breathed lightly, should the magic spell that had come over me vanish. Ah! No, I Was to see the others. In a brightly lighted church in the west, in the pulpit stood Tyndall Samberson. Had Tyndall really become a preacher? I couldn't believe it, but it was true. The audience sat spell-bound as the famous Samberson uttered Words of wisdom. Near him sat Ruth Tenant. She Was leader of the enormous choir and a great worker among the people. In the audience sat Ruth Bayles, known as the best nurse in the country, and holding the highest certificate given to a lady nurse. Beside her sat Ava Vlfaggoner, chief dietition of New York State. Such records as these girls had established! Next I was to see Erma Fulmer in her country estate at Long Island, seated at her desk Writing poetry. Had her vocabulary never failed? On her bookshelves were all her famous works which were to go down in American literature. Hattie Shingleton was the last classmate I was to see. She looked very earnestly out of a star at me. To myself I asked her what she was doing but I was soon to know that she too had made herself famous with the other students of '28, In a beautiful estate she sat with her dogs. Hattie had married a financier, and with her kind heart had made her beautiful home a place for homeless dogs. How fine they all Were. I- Your horse, madam --somebody said in a deep foreign voice. I jumped up quickly and looked around. I could see no beautiful grounds but only a sandy desert and my servant standing with my horse. Again he spoke, seeing my surprise, Madam, Reezin sorry-had to catch bad horse-couldn't return at once-you been asleep. He was right, I had fallen asleep. With little explanation I took my horse and went for the ride I thought I had taken. My heart was happy though. I gazed at the stars that seemed to return my gaze, mockingly, but smiling I said- Dear lights of heaven-through you I have seen and been proud of my classmates, and am happy to know each one has realized his or her ambitions and won fame, through early training within the halls of dear old S. M. H. S. -D. R., '28. i281