Three Rivers High School - Reflector Yearbook (Three Rivers, MI)

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their bookkeeping books to Mr. Adams, to be used as a heat producer when fuel gives out. A SECTION VIII. Richard Holtom bequeaths his position on the Annual staff to Edward Huss. SECTION IX. To Fred Rowe is bequeathed the seat in the southwest- ern corner of the assembly room for the purpose of keeping him out of mischief. I SECTION X. Bess Fulcher gives and devises her athletic ambition to Etta Carter, who, it is hoped, will succeed in gaining a little flesh. SECTION XI. Forrester Anderson bequeaths his knowledge of all languages to Hilda Coates. SECTION XII. Mae Lamont requests that her age, if known by any- one, be kept a secret. SECTION XIII. Lelia Moss bequeaths to Esther Fulcher, her excellent marks and the valedictory speech that goes with them. SECTION XIV. Avis McJury requests that the sound of her melodious tones while reading, be preserved in the memory of those who have ever heard her voice. SECTION XV. Nellie Barry and Ada Berger will and bequeath their confidential chats in the typewriting room to Charlotte Keyport and Mabelle Jones. SECTION XVI. Don Gebhard bequeaths everything he may possess of any value to the Annual staff, to be used in further bettering the Annual. SECTION XVII. Helen Stevens wills and bequeaths a round-faced, plump picture of herself to the Reflector, that is, if it will be inserted in the same under the title of the Senior class. SECTION XVIII. LeRoy Haas gives and devises his seat in the assem- bly room to Willard Huss. As executor of this, our last will and testament, we do now appoint Warren Huss. In witness whereof, we, the undersigned, have this fifteenth day of April, in the year of our Lord, 1912, set our hand and seal. WILL ELLET, MAYNARD BROWN, KATIE ZIERLE, ESTHER THOMPSON. 28

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Class Will E, the Class of 1912, firmly believing ourselves to be in the best of health and strong of mind and memory, do now revoke all former willsmade by us, and solemnly declare this our last will and testament, to be executed immediately upon our ceasing to reign as Seniors of the Three Rivers High School. SECTION I. We will and bequeath to the Junior class, our good for- tune in attempting and completing all Work connected with the Senior year. SECTION II. We also give to the male members of the Junior class, this advicezaf' Do not allow the girls to assume entire control of your class meetings, or they will resemble suffragette meetings. SECTION III. To the Sophomore class, we will and bequeath our ex- perience in regard to all matters concerning school life, and earnestly ad- vise each and every pupil, now in the Sophomore class, not to leave school until graduated in the class of 1914. SECTION IV. To the Freshman class, we will and bequeath every- thing in the line of books, paper and pencils, to be used after making their debut as Seniors. SECTION V. We bequeath to the faculty our good opinion of their united efforts in affecting the wonderful change which has taken place since we first entered the high school. Individual Wishes and Bequests SECTION I. Glenn Ruggles, wishing to be remembered as an orator, bequeaths his manly vocal apparatus to Louis Hice. SECTION II. Frank Brown, being the owner of a very restless atti- tude, which he usually gives vent to at other peoples' expense, wishes to confer same upon Gail Arner. ' SECTION III. To Kathryn Crawford and Esther Fulcher, is bequeathed by Francella Brown and Muriel Godfrey, the right to take charge of all class affairs. SECTION IV. Marjorie Shafer, having tired of being the laughing stock of the German II class, on account of her rapid ludicrous transla- tions, bequeaths her ability to Mildred Snyder. SECTION V. Leon Saunter, being about to be graduated, requests that his title as most bashful boy, be transferred to Raymond Elliot. SECTION VI. Lee Barnes requests that his seat in English be given to a boy who can stand on two feet. SECTION VII. Hazel Becker and Martha Decker will and bequeath 27

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Class Prophecy URING the summer of 1922, I was fortunate enough to be one of the members of a party touring the principal cities of Europe. We had visited many of the historic and beautiful spots and were about ready to sail for America, when I became desirous to cross to Egypt and visit the desert. One of my dreams had been to camp in the Egyp- tian desert. I was joined by two members of the party, who were as enthusiastic as I, and we three separated from the others at Paris and set out for the south. In three days, we had reached Port Said, and then came our lirst glimpse of a new continent. Donkeys and donkey-boys were engaged, and we were soon on our way to the desert. Certainly to anyone who has thought of it as monotonous, the desert must come as a wonderful surprise. The more one knows of it, the more one finds it varied and alive. Bright and subtle colors, delicious in their counter- change and tone are forever meeting the eye, golden sand softened by shoals of pebbles, deep green and red. Now and then, also, we had visions of trees and streams and picturesque domes. Sometimes, it was an oasis, more often a mirage. It was by means of the mirage, which presented an image of everything in the world, that I was enabled to meet again, as it were, the members of the class of 1912. We had taken for our guide, a tall and very picturesque Arab, who might well have been a great tribal chief, a man born to authority and accustomed to obedience. He spoke several languages with a child-like inadequacy, and while we were viewing the waving palm, the rose and blue sky all illum- inated in a golden haze, the mirage burst upon our sight and he read for me the fate of each member of the class asI uttered the name at the appearance of each form. The first image that met my eye was Don Gebhard, who was mixing drugs in a drug store and my Arab friend informed me, he was sole proprietor and pharmacist, but some day's trade was slack and he did Doolittle business. Ihad hardly ceased wondering about Don's pros- perity when another image presented itself and Whom did I see but Lee Barnes, standing on a straw stack with a red handkerchief around his neck leaning on a fork, and waiting for the straw to usher out of a blower. Ihad now become so interested that I begged my Arab friend to summon as many images as I should desire and he readily agreed for he enjoyed the spectacle as much as I. I had hardly ceased speaking, when I caught a glimpse of Hazel Becker, seated at the telephone with a re- ceiver at her ear, ready to respond to the first call. Her image had scarcely vanished from my sight when I found myself in an art gallery 29