Titusville High School - Optimist Yearbook (Titusville, PA)

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I- nw 6.5.5. wa g CLASS PROPHECY Believing, with Lincoln, that in preparation, lies the secret of success, and having resolved to put forth my best efforts in an endeavor to make a success of my assignment as prophetess of the class of '22, T. H. S., recently I spent an evening' in diligent perusal of the prophecies of Mother Shipton, whose strange and remarkable forecast thrilled the people of the world 400 years ago, she it was who predicted that in the air men shall be seen, floating in space where none hath been, that around the world thoughts shall fly in the twinkling of an eye. After a thorough digest of the work of this wonderful prophetess, I proceeded to write, desir- ing to state at the beginning, however, that I hope some of my forecasts do not come true, for if they do, most of my classmates are doomed to not very lofty positions in life. The time of which I am writing is the year 1936. I return to my old home in Titusville, via Schiewe Air Line, riding in a newly invented polyplane, the brain-child of Lowell Schiewe. The plane is named Mary, fReynoldsj after his charming wife. My cross-country trip through the air was of less than on hour's duration, but in this short time a number of incidents of in- terest transpired. At one time I was called on the radio-phone, with which the plane was equipped. Wright and Fritts, radio magnates and owners of a far-flung system of radio telephony, were calling to inform me that I had forgotten to pay 'my regular monthly toll. During our conversation the talk became muddled with that of two other parties, who proved to be 'Glen Reed and Nelson Burns, two well-to-do agriculturists, who were disputing over the boundary between their farms. Gne of the wonderful features of the air-craft in which I was being transported was that it could remain stationary in mid-air, and several times during the journey we stopped to view the earth below, made easily perceptible with the aid of field glasses. Once my gaze rested upon a man pursuing a butterfly. The man was Frederick VVagner, an eminent entomologist and so intent was he upon capturing the butterfly that he did not see a landscape artist directly in his patch. Their collision resulted. in a grand conglomeration of bugs, paint, canvass and man. I was surprised to see the scientist and artist shake hands after the. accident, but as I more closely scrutinized the face of the artist, I recognized Jack Johnstone. ' At another stage of the trip I noticed a speeding automobile being pursued by a motor cop. The scene was the Drake Me- morial Mighway, leading from Titusville to Pleasantville. The pilot of the car was VVilliam Renfrew and the officer, Raymond Myers, both of whom I recognized when the policeman caught up with the car and ordered the driver to halt. I followed them with my field glasses, and as our plane neared its destination, the public landing in the center of the city, I noticed officer and motorist en- ou-30M

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cam ur. 19. 9, va ,M SALUTATGRY Dear Friends : It has fallen to my happy lot to bid you welcome to the Com- mencement exercises of the Class of Nineteen Twenty-two. During the years of our school life you have shared our sor- rows and our joys-encouraged us in all our difficulties-guided us through devious paths, and now that we have reached the goal of graduation-we want you to share in the festivities which crown our labors. - The four years we have spent in High School seem to have passed all too quickly. VVe realize at last that our Commencement day, to which we have looked forward so eagerly, is a day of mingled joy and sadness. NVe are happy because we have suc- cessfully completed our High School course-we are sad because the time has come for us to say good-bye-good-bye to teachers and classmates-good-bye to all the associations that make school days the happiest days of all. Though we are going out into the world to take up new re- sponsibilities, new cares that we have never known before, many and enchanting are the vistas of the future into which we gaze- and we start out with high hopes and eager hearts to apply the lessons we have learned in school to the problems of life. lNe realize that to-day there are more opportunities for well- trained, well-educated men and women than ever before and we hope we ahve some equipment for whatever struggles may come. Some of us will go to college, others will take up the burdens of the workaday world immediately. In a few years the fifty-four members of the Class of Twenty-two will probably be engaged in as many different activities. But for tonight we are the Class. of Nineteen Twenty-two and we have asked you to come here in or- der to show the appreciation we feel for all that you have done for us. i VVe hope you will enjoy our program. W'e hope that you will feel at its close that the Class of Nineteen Twenty-two is go- ing to fulfill your fondest expectations. To the citizens of Titusville, who have ever been ready to lend a helping hand in every school activityg to Mr. Pease, our Superintendentg to the School Board and to the members of the faculty who have been so untiring and so unseliish in their efforts in our behalfg to you, our parents, whose loving devotion has been and will always be our guiding star-we-extend a thriceihearty welcome. To one and all of you, we say, r VV e greet you, we salute youe And crown you with our welcome as with flowers. .-.MURIEL KERR. If TIG 29 GW! AW N 77' ' i 3

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L Lmlw IE.-E.5. wi ter a building on the window of which was stenciled Paul Kerr, Police Magistrate. ' Before descending I had noted the fact that there was a circus in town, and, turning my binoculars on the huge tents, I had seen a banner, L, Resnikoif and I. Obermanf' Immediately I had de- cided to attend the circus. After my visit to the circus lot I felt well repaid, ,for I met many of my former classmates. One of the most interesting and surprising meetings was that with our class orator, Dick Crouch who was a speeler for the big show. Inside the large tent I was ushered to my seat by a most grotesque clown, whose make-up, however, was insufficient to cover up the well-known features of Alvin Venus Vifagstaff. He seated me besides the poets, Grace Coles and Marian Keefer, who had come to the circus to view human nature, unadulterated and unconiined. S Taking note of mv surroundings, I saw, directly in front of me, the former Miss Evelyn Kingsley. She told me of a con- troversy she was having with the mistress of the other side of the double house in which she resided. The other party to the dis- nute had been Lillian Brierly, of High School days, wedded now. Their cause for friction was that each maintained that her hus- band was the best-looking man in the block. At this moment my attention turned to the arena, one daring lady bare-back rider in particular holding my interest, as she ap- peared familiar to me. Afterward I was informed that it was Bessie Lundberg. once a star basketball player of T. I-I. S. Then, noticing that all heads were tilted upward, I looked up and saw a human butterfly in the person of Peg Radack, who had tired of being an artistys model and joined the circus. Another interest- ing attraction was the living statue representing the Spirit of IQ22.,, The spirit, I afterward was informed, was impersonated by Neva Browne, who had ioined the shows after giving up her movie career, as the leading lady in Ben Turpen's comedies. , The whirl of excitement abating for a few moments I took the opportunity to glance about me. A short distance away I noted a number of teachers among whom I recognized Lucile-Foggan, Mable Kerr, Florence Cramm, Lillian Anderson, Hilda Kerr and Margareti Swanson. Then I wondered who were the two .well attired young ladies surrounded by so many young men. Yes, they were Mildred McIntyre and Dorothy Francis, Titusville Society Belles. Startled by the sound of a familiar voice calling Buy a whistle or balloon for the kiddies, I quickly turned my head to catch sight of John Dame. I-Ie was too busy with his work to recognize me, however, and turned away in disgust when three ladies with a dozen or so small children attempted to get a reduction in price by purchasing his wares in numbers. The ladies who had at- tempted to cut rates, I learned upon closer observation, were Mil- dred DuPlanti, Laura Kellogg and Alice Iacobson, matrons in an orphans' home recently established in the city, and the children were inmates of the institution. 4 DM 31 HM ' suns