Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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CLASS PROPHECY The good ship Kantleek sailed out of Eureka on the morning tide of the tenth of June, 1943, bound for a trip around the world. Having a full cargo in the hold, and being the skipper, I naturally felt cheerful. I gave orders to the officer of the watch to hold a true course to the port of Honolulu. Three days outI had occasion to settle a dispute between two of the stokers. They came to me for my opinion. I asked their names and they answered, Guthridge and Buckley, sir. Their dispute centered around the question, Who was more guilty, Macbeth or Lady Macbeth?'l Anchor was dropped in Honolulu harbor, and I went ashore as soon as possible. The first persons I met were Henry Getchell, a minister of the Holy Rollers, and Sarah Christie, his choir leader. After a few hours ashore, I returned to my ship. Fifteen days later I put into Shanghai. There I found Lillie Gingg poring over the ancient city records, trying to trace her ancestors back to Wong Ling Gingg, a Chinese mandarin. She was so engrossed in her work that I soon left and started back to the ship. On the way someone hailed me by name. Looking around, I saw my old friend Ripley. He certanly looked pros- perous and healthy, but, at the same time, I noticed he appeared a bit gloomy. I asked him what the trouble was, and, heaving a heavy sigh, he told me, No one loves a fat man. I haven't spoken to a girl for two whole days. I said that that was tough all right. My next port was New Zealand. I set out for the interior of the island, and, upon arriving at a small village, I was greeted by a terrible blatant noise It somehow sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it at the time. Walking to the square in the center of the village, I beheld a multitude of blacks salaamnig to ahideously painted witch-doctor. His grin was also familiar. Searching back in my memory, I recalled one, Fred Nicholson, who had just such a grin. I didn't think it was he at first, but when he placed a battered slide trombone to his mouth, I knew it was surely Fred. The noise that issued from his trombone was what I had first heard. It started the blacks salaaming faster than ever. I was so disgusted at the sight that I left the village. Arriving at Sydney, Australia, I was informed by a messenger that three ,famous stage beauties, Mme. Rocks, Mlle. Shekel and Mlle. Mazuma would like to engage passage to America on my boat. I returned word to them that mine was no passenger boat, and that I didn't want to make my officers sleep in the forecastle on such a long trip. An hour later, astylish young lady approached, gave me a pretty smile, and, handing me her card, asked if Iwouldn't reconsider my refusal of an hour before. I was surprised to see Dorothy Zehndner, and told her so. She