Ada High School - We Yearbook (Ada, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY I called once more and my voice trembled. Slowly I realized that I was lost—lost in one of the various passages of the Echoing Cave. The other members of my party had no doubt missed me by this time, and had begun to search for me, but would they ever find me in this secluded corridor? It was doubtful, since it was only a branch off one of the main passageways, and as a last resort, deciding to think the matter over carefully, in order to plan the best method of procedure, I sat down and soon lost myself in thought How foolish I had been to leave the party and wander off by myself just for the sake of adventure. I tried to console myself by the fact that they, too, had been to blame for letting me do such a thing. Tired and half sick with fear I fell asleep and must have slumbered for some time. I was awakened abruptly by something tugging at my shoe. Mv first thoughts were of some animal that was near me and I became very frightened. I remembered reading at some rime or other, that when in close contact with a wild animal one should never show his fear but look right into its eyes. I determined to do so at any price. 1 took a deep breath and looked down at my feet. Then came the surprise of my life; for it was neither animal nor reptile which had awakened me from my sleep, but a dwarf—so very small that 1 could scarcely believe my own eves. As he spoke I noticed that his small stature did not indicate that he was young, for he was cpiite old. Summoning my courage I asked him who he was and why he had aroused me from my slumber. Whereupon, he looked up at me and replied, “Never mind my name, but please move from in front of my home, as 1 am in a very great hurry. More amazement shown on my part. “Your home, I exclaimed, for 1 was leaning against a huge boulder. “Yes, yes, the little man answered impatiently. ‘‘Get up and I'll show you.” I arose and the dwarf rapped three times upon the stone. Imagine my feelings when another small voice—seemingly inside the rock, answered saying, “Oh! do hurry. You are awfully late and we’ve almost spoiled one of the best ones. Who or what could possibly be behind the stone and what they meant by such a statement was far beyond my keenest imagination. Then looking once more at the stone, I seeing that it was slowly moving to one side and revealing, little by littie, an opening into some unknown space I came to a sudden decision. I had come for adventure, and here it was before me. The second dwarf, being in such a seemingly great hurry, had neglected to close the entrance, and 1 quietly slipped in and secreted myseir behind another stone in the cave (for so it proved to be). After some moments I gathered courage to look around and was surprised to see the first dwarf looking right at me. I cannot say that the »tc;ing which came over me was one of fear, for it would have been foolish to have been in .ear of such a very small person. “Well, well, so you came in too, did you? Wed now that you’re here I don’t mind telling you that you’re the first mortal that has ever entered the “Cavern of Careers, Since you are here, however, you may as well stay until you have seen our people at work. I was growing more and more curious. Whatever could this little man have meant by the Cavern of Careers? I was not to be kept in the dark long though, as it were. “Come along with me, said the dwarf friend, and he led me into a long and narrow passage. We walked for quite a distance in silence, and at length came to a small door at the end of the passageway. Taking a small key from a string around his neck, the little old man opened the door and we entered another room. I was prepared for most anything so wasn’t surprised to see many little people swarming around like so many bees. “Perhaps you are wondering just what our work is and what all these people are doing, so I'll explain before we go further. You see we are a very busy people. We make the careers of every person on earth, and 1 assure you it’s no easy job. Come now and I’ll show you our work from start to finish. We walked over to the man nearest us and I noticed that he was weaving a sort of web of the sheerest material the most fickle could ever desire. “A beautiful career as it appears at first glance; but look at it more closely, commented my host. 1 did so and was surprised to see on its surface many blots and disfigurations. So many seem enviable upon first glance, but are really to be avoided when understood. Just then a bright idea came to me and I asked the old gentleman if he could show me the careers of some of my friends. “Well, he said hesitatingly, “well, yes, 1 will upon one condition. You must not ask to

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY— Continued debaters were Joe Brecheisen and Robert Wilson, and Dorothy Moorman read for us. 1 suppose that the teachers thought it wise to take no chances, for at the very start of our Senior year they separated us—all from A to L in Room 11 ; M to Z, Room 7. But that didn’t keep us from co-operating or participating in most of the school affairs. Here we shall mention something which it would never do to omit, and that is those of our class who distinguished themselves in athletics. Among those were Joe Brecheisen, who has just about as many letters as they give, Walter Ferrall (Old Faithful), Walter Stemple, Ray and Ralph McCleary, Robert Jameson. Elinore Campbell, Beatrice Lantz, Marjorie Detrick and Alice Allen. The Affirmative team for debating was composed entirely of Seniors even to the alternate, with Florence Barnes, Clarence Gray, Robert Wilson and Aldisa Freeman, and the Negative team could boast of two—1.eland States and Walter Ferrall. So I think as far as laurels are concerned, if cups had been given and the Athletic Association were going to discard the trophy case now in the office, we could fill it with cups all by ourselves. At present, we’re working on the Senior play, “Aaron Boggs, Freshman.” We shall not be without regret when we leave the familiar red brick building which has sheltered us for o long, and in which we have been prepared to a great extent for our future duties in life, yet, we. like other classes before us, whether we have grasped the opportunities placed before us or let them slip by, are not without gratitude to the teachers and friends who have helped us on our way. —Lucie Hayden, Historian

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECX— Continued see your own for that cannot he granted.” I promised and the little man went on—“You see our careers are made in a very systematic order, and if you will name a certain group of people whose careers you are interested in, I will he glad to show them to you.” After a moment’s consideration I decided that it would he very interesting to see the careers of my classmates from old A. H. S. and 1 asked the old man if he could show them to me. “Oho,” so you are interested in Ada? exclaimed my friend. “Well, I'll he proud to show you that collection for it is among our best And with these words he led me to another part of the room, where I noticed for the first time a small sign which read “Ada Hi Careers.” The first career I saw was that of Elinore Campbell, and 1 was amazed at the size of it, for it was unusually large. Upon examining it closer, however, I found that two careers were blended together. Then, suddenly it came to me that the career of one of our last year’s alumni members was blended with Eleanor's since she and Ray were to he married soon. His future was to he that of athletic coach, and Elinore played the part of the wife of a prominent coach. They were to live in the East. The next was Mildred McGinnis’s. The first part of her career revealed her as a model in a large and exclusive Fifth Avenue shop. I was not at all surprised, for it seemed only natural for McGinnv” to he forever trying on new clothes. “Here is another similar to the one before you,” said my friend, as he placed another before me. It was labeled—“Flossie Cotner.” True, it was much like the one I had just looked at. It seemed that after Flossie had left A. H. S., she had gone to a near-by city and had become a professional model. I marvelled at the way in which the careers had been so ex-actingly made. Why, on this particular one I could even see the place (sad place, I might add) where Flossie had had the old fashioned measles. The next three were also much alike. They were those of Mabel Gallant, Iarie Estill and Beatrice Rockwell, who were trained nurses in a large hospital. In a few moments 1 saw that Clarence Gray was the head surgeon in the same hospital. He was married and his career was a very promising one. Under him as assistant physicians were Frank Risner and Fred Williams. The next one was marked “Alice Allen. Upon examination I found that she and Margaret Fry had joined a light opera company and were traveling all over Europe, increasing their fame with every performance. When I saw Walter Stemple’s career, I understood why Margaret had joined this particular company, for Walter was the orchestra leader. Imagine Walt” Stemple as an orchestra leader. Walter Ferrall had turned out to be an architect of great ability and seemed t: be in demand everywhere. As far as I could tell, he was still the same old “Fancy always ready for an argument. I later found that Jesse Welty and Joseph McCoppin were “Fancy’s assistants. Joseph was married and seemed as happy as a lark, but Jesse was still in search of a spouse. The next one was “Sid ’ Campbell’s. Here came another surprise for me. “Sid had become the swimming champion of the U. S., and had been asked to enter the Olympics, but her husband, Ray McCleary didn’t want her to leave him for so long, so she of course refused the offer. Ray was a writer of short stories. 11 is brother Ralph, was traveling as advance man for a chautauqua. This didn’t surprise me much for Ralph always did have the gift of “gab. Trola McCurdy’s and Aldisa Freeman’s careers were closely interwoven. I learned that they had rented a bachelor girls’ apartment in a large city and had both become writers of great renown. t „ Robert Wilson came next, and with his career came another jolt for me. “Willy had founded a charm school for young ladies in the state of Tennessee. Soon I found that Mildred Friedly had just offered her resignation as teacher in “parlor etiquette to marry a Wrall Street broker. I soon found that the broker was no other than our own Joseph Jacob Brech-eisen, of the class of ’25. 1 surely was becoming proud to ever have been a member of such a notorious class. 1 moved on and found the career of John T. Clayton to be a very interesting one. I had expected him to be a noted radio fan or something of the sort, but instead of that I found that he had become one of the World’s greatest inventors, and his wife, Dortha Wollam, (who had been a stenographer before her marriage) was just as proud of him as she could possibly be.