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

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AA.Y.ft.Y..f -fx., du.,-2 , -vi enough! He is shadowing someone. Later he removes his disguise and Ijrecognize, none other, than the human blood hound--Detective Robert ook. The next scene shows Miss America receiving congratulations from everyone. She has just been presented with a new trophy of her beauty. It doesn't take me a moment to recognize her laughing eyes and lovely curls as those of Miss Mabelle Lathrop. Next I see a ship weathering a terrific typhoon in the East China Sea near Singapore. A smaller ship has already dashed against the rocks and is sinking. The careful management, however of Captain Hendrickson saves 'his ship and later the crew of the sunken Adelide is brought aboard. Among them is Mr. John Chandler who represents the Empire Tea Company in Ceylon. From here I am taken to a court house where a man is being tried for murder. As the jury files in I recognize Velma Woodward and Wilma Green. I watch with bated breath to catch the verdict. It is but one word innocent and everyone jumps up to congratulate the plaintiff's lawyer Mr. Norman Ruff. Then I see the veteran of a thousand gridiron battles-Harold Pear- son. However, he has retired and now is America's ambassador to Russia. Next I am taken to a broker's office. He is anxiously watching the ticker as the stock has fallen. However, as the anxiety leaves his face I am led to believe that it was a false alarm. The broker, John Rothfuss, is talking to his private secretary, Mabel Kennedy. The familiar brick structure-dear old Burnham High-next appears before my vision. It has grown to many times its former size as Sylvania is now a flourishing city. Among the faculty members are Miss Naomi Curtis who has charge of the commercial department, Miss Lucille Dor- cus, the new public speaking teacherg and Miss Elinor Benton, English and Latin teacher. She has charge of the Annual also. Then I see a man sitting in his study writing. I soon learn that he is Lavern Carr working on his greatest epic entitled The Surrender . This refers to a proposal and acceptance and not to a war. Beside him is the great Philosopher, Paul Double. Among the many strange faces in Cape Town I recognize Raymond Zmuda, who is the owner of several large diamond mines and is very wealthy. Then I see Luanna Avery among a group of tenor singers at the Paramount Theatre in Toledo, a small suburb of Sylvania. Bending over a blue print, I see Andy Zmuda as industrious as ever, working on a canal which is to join the Persian Gulf and the Red Sea. Last, but not least, I see the interior of a large Opera House in Colo- gne, Germany. The music moves the audience to tears. I recognize the director as Miss Frances Parker. All too soon the vision vanishes. I see that the smoke has ceased and the small flame in the idol has died. My happy dreams are over, but in my heart I shall jealously guard them forever. -O'Nita H67'ld'I iU,iS0ll