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

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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

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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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where Avis McJury was the center of attraction, selling her wonderful hand-painted pictures to the visitors. Ihad hardly recovered from my surprise when another vision burst forth and I saw an advertisement signed by LeRoy Haas, which my Arab friend interpreted as follows: I want it strictly understood by the public that my business is carried on with only the most select people of the country. I run no common mat- rimonial bureau. None need apply for help unless they have sufficient evidence which shows them to be worth at least ten thousand dollars. The Arab now led us to a gurgling stream and seated under a large palm tree, we feasted our eyes on other images as they appeared one by one. The scene this time was altogether different. I beheld the interior of a large church and standing at the pulpit, I recognized the image of Richard Holtom, the business manager of our Annual of the Class of 1912. I sat pondering over the fate of my former classmates, when I was aroused by the Arab's voice requesting me to notice the new image in the sky, and whom should I see but Mae LaMonte director of the boys and girls in a great gymnasium in Paris, France. Just as I was thinking Will wonders never cease? the image of Muriel Godfrey appeared and my Arab friend told me how she had married a man who, after acquiring riches in the gum industry, settled in New York, where they were trying to become members of Society's 400. Next, I discovered Marvin Hart pounding a typewriter for a large concern. Just as his likeness vanished, my friend gave a hearty laugh and I did not wonder for when I looked up, there was Frank Brown known as the lightweight pugilist of the world, fighting the famous Ad Wolgast. I was anxious for a glimpse of one of the girls, so he summoned the form of Nellie Barry seated at a piano, playing the accompaniments for Caruso whom I was told was the famous tenor singer in America. Then the scene quickly changed to a dressmaking shop, where Helen Stevens was ordering the sewing girls around. Then, she hastened to the door, hearing the call of the newsboy, whom I recognized as Leon Saunter, for how could one fail to know him after one glimpse of those dreamy eyes? The next image was indeed a charming one for there was Ada Berger, the famous kindergarten teacher surrounded by her little boys and girls, who appeared to be deeply interested in their work. As the next image appeared the Arab told me to note carefully for I was be- holding Luther Burbank's successor, who was no other than Glenn Ruggles, the president of the Class of 1912. The Arab further told me of a new rose which he had propagated and fitly named the Avis Bride. The Arab being unable to summon any more images at this time, proposed that we mount our donkeys and move onward. We had not gone very far, when I clapped my hands at sight of Bess Fulcher who appeared the center of attraction at a large reception given by the Mistress of the White House. The scene rapidly changed from America to far-off New Zealand, so