Sylvania Burnham High School - Burgoblac Yearbook (Sylvania, OH)

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,....,-..- ..,...,...-.. .I ... What The Future Holds In Store As I hurried along the dusty road which leads to Bhiwandi, a small town near Bombay, I was suddenly confronted by a native beggar known as Kala Miraj. I felt very sympathetic as I gazed upon the misshapened body, the wisplike beard, and the blazing eyes. Mem-sahib, he said, will you help a poor, old man whom the gods have frowned upon ? I learned that he was selling small, brass idols and boxes of incense for a few annas. I bought one of each and hurried on. That evening as I sat alone my thoughts suddenly returned to the fantastic little idol. I crossed the tiger-skin carpet to the table and light- ed it. As I sat watching the smoke rise like silver ribbons, I beheld a vision. A group of ladies had assembled before me to hold some kind of a meeting. When their chairman rose I recognized her as Clara Tack. I also saw the familiar faces of Miss Margaret Tschudy and Edna Lievens. From their gestures, and the charts before them I decided that the purpose of the society was to foster the more humane treatment of Austin cars. With a sigh, I watched the vision fade. Then I realized another had taken its place. This was in a hospital ward. As I looked into the kind and gentle faces of two nurses, I recognized Jessie Allen and Marion Box. A moment later they were joined by Dr. Edinger. In spite of his black mustache, it took me but a moment to recognize Charles. The third vision showed a group of people digging for what I judged to be Captain Kidds hidden treasure. No, I was wrong. They are digg- ing for King Tut. I can see the mighty pyramids looming behind them. Among the group I see Ruth Wilson, Alma Matzinger and Jean Gray all ardent students of archeology. By this time the scenes of India and my home have slipped from me and I eagerly watch for more of those nearest my heart. Next, I get a glimpse of the domestic life of Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Shanley. I realize that they are discussing their next door neighbors, the quarrelsome Browns. Helen is saying-I might add she is the former Helen Searles -that she actually believes the Browns live to fight. She goes on to ex- plain that she fights to live. However, from their contented faces, I am sure Raymond has proved to be a very good husband. The next scene takes place in the Metropolitan studio, where a pro- duction entitled, The Forbidden Paradise , is being made. In spite of her dress with a train, which is the newest fad, I soon see that the leading lady is the beautiful Mildred Carroll. The hero is the broad- shouldered, handsome Woodrow Edinger. Then I see a lawn party in Mrs. Felt's front yard. Among the large number gathered here I see Mrs. Viola Feltls sister-in-law Ruth, Miss Mable Kubitz, and Miss Glendora Knepper. udging from their faces a merry time was had by all. Next, I see a man with a large black hat and coat lapels hiding his face. After looking both ways, he turns and dives into the alley. Sure