Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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I seea little cottage nestled in some hills. The owners are Frank Acorn and Dorothy Christie? The gypsy said nothing for a while, but at length she began to speak again. The scene has changed to Venice, I see two people in a gondola. The man is Lester Spellenberg who, in order that he may woo the most haughty society woman of Europe and America,has joined the group of Americans who live abroad. The lady is Ruth Brown. 7' The gypsy ran her fingers across the crystal as if to clear away the vision, while I sat waiting, excited and breathless because I was hearing all about my old friends and classmates. She began talking again in her slow voice. I see a hospital where a nurse is sitting beside the bed of a patient. The nurse is Imogene Brundin, but, since the vision of the patient is in- distinct, he can not have been a member of your class. Now I see a great opera house. In the scene is a man whose name is Michael Pontoni. He is the women's idol. The leading lady is a fair-haired, beautiful girl whose name is Lillian Gray. As I glance around through the opera house I see many faces. One attracts my attention because he is look- ing and smiling at the two acting upon the stage. His name is Clemens Mc- Claskey. He is a wealthy broker. I did not say a word for fear of breaking the spell, but just drew in my breath with a glad sigh, for as the gypsy talked, I again saw the dear faces I had known in old A. U. H. S. where I had spent four very happy years My reverie was interrupted by the gypsy. I see two women hurriedly walking down a crowded street in Pekin. They are missionaries whose names are Kathleen Anderson and Estelle Preston. I also see the palace of the Emperor. He and the United States ambassador are in conference. The ambassador is Wanah Randle. Above the emperor's palace is a very large aeroplane. In it is a man named An- drew Smith, who is captain of the world's largest passenger plane. Two passengers I see very clearly. One is Alexia Devlin, a society belle, and the other is Monroe Spaght, a man of great wealth in the United States. I did not wonder much at Monroe's progress, because anyone who had been as studious as he had been in high school would naturally become a great man. The gypsy's voice broke in on my thoughts as she continued speaking. In the castle of Sweden I see a man who used to go with you to high school. His name is William Lundberg. Because of his ability to speak the Swedish language and because of his knowledge of the immigration question he has been asked to confer with the king of Sweden about the Swedish immigrants to the U. S. The fortune teller kept right on. 115

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LOOKINQ FGRWARD One day as I was riding along through the woods about ten miles from the lodge where I was spending my summer vacation, I saw a wonderful sight. It was one of the beautiful canyons in Arizona. The deep chasm was v- shaped with walls of tremendous size, which looked red when the sun shone on them. It made me shudder just to look down the steep, rock-strewn trail along which one must go in order to reach the floor of the canyon, but far dawn at the bottom 1 saw the white tops of tents and small objects moving about. I was loath to go until I had found out what the objects Were: besides, the wild, beautiful grandeur of the place called me. The low, mellow murmur of run- ning water decided me, so I jerked the reins of my horse and started down the steep, dangerous trail, my horse walking with his legs stiff and his head bent low. As I neared the place where I had seen the tents, I saw that it was agypsy camp. Small ragged children were running about everywhere, many of them wading in the water. Just asI approached the stream, and was akcut to cross, I saw one of the little boys lose his footing and fall in. He was so frightened that, although the water was not deep, he could not rise. I had heard of the iciness of these Arizona waters, and, when the little boy began to cry for heip, I went in after him. The waters were very cold indeed, and the poor little boy was frightened to death. When I had picked him up, I took him back to the camp where I was met by a beautiful black-haired gypsy girl who came up to me and took the little boy. After thanking me very much. she asked me if I wanted her to read my palm or to tell me anything about the future. At first I was inclined to refuse, but then it occurred to me that here was a way to learn the whereabouts of my former class mates. According- ly, I asked this black-eyed beauty if she could tell me of the class of 1924. For answer she ran into one of the tents and came out with a huge crystal ball. She explained that in it she would be able to see those about whom I wished to learn, and that she would reveal to me their careers. She sat down cross-legged and held the crystal in her lap. Ialso sat down. For a few min- utes she never said a word, but just sat gazing into the crystal. Her black eyes took on gradually a dreamy expression as she kept them fixed on the crystal ball. All at once a little smile lit the corners of her mouth, and she began to talk in a trance-like, sing-song voice. I see the face of a beauti- ful black-haired dancing girl who is trying to say something. Look in this ball to see if you can see her. I looked in the ball and saw Lorna Cochrane. Her lips seemed to ie forming the words. Hello, Freda , and Iwas about to answer, so life-like did she seem, when the vision faded away and another took form. The gypsy told me not to look, for, if I did, the vision would not be so clear. Then she began to speak. .lki

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n I see in Paris a very busy street where there is much noise. A parade led by an American band is coming down the street. Before the band. in A- merican uniform. is a man carrying the American flag The man is Leslie Stromberg. while the leader of the band is Frank Davis. Among the crowd of people fcllnwing the band is Welton Worthington who has an American orchestra in Paris. With him is Laverne Larson, teacher of dancing. The gypsy stopped for a few minutes, and I knew the scene was chang- ing again, but she began directly. Far out on the sea I catch sight of an American cruiser, at the helm I see Alexander MacMillan who has traveled in all corners of the world. Nevertheless, in all his travels he has not forgotten,Eva Stephens. The cruiser nears an island, and I see that someone on the island has drawn the attention of sailors on the boat. The captain is sending sailors with life boats to the island. It seems as though two men have been shipwrecked, and that they have been on the island a long time, for there are beards on their faces, and their clothes are in rags. When they reach Alexander's ship he puts out his hand and shakes hands with them. All seem very glad to see one another. The two rescued men are William Hale and Harold Sundquist. I wondered how William and Harold had come to be on the island,but I did not find out because the gypsy continued. In sunny Italy I see a beautiful villa. Herbert Lawson lives here. He has married a beautiful Italian maiden. In New York Isee a fashionable girls, finishing school. Miss Dorothy St. Louis is an instructor here, while Clifford Berry and Ernest Henry are the Latin and history teachers respectively. I see also a beautiful church, and as I look inside itI see that a wedding is in progress. The smiling and blushing bride is Mary Board. ' I waited anxiously for the gypsy to continue, for I knew that she had told me a little of nearly every one of my classmates, and I was anxious to hear the rest. However, I did not have to wait, for she proceeded. I see aranch house not many miles from here. In it are two girls visit- ing. Their names are Dagmar Freeman and Naomi Fox. I determined to see if Icould find these two friends of mine that were so near, butI did not say a word, because the gypsy had not yet told me about myself, and I was very anxious to hear my future. Even as I was thinking, however, the gypsy trembled and then gave a start as she slowly raised her eyes from the crystal. She had not looked up once during her whole recital, so I knew that the spell was broken. I leaned back in disappointment, but then I remembered that she had said that Dagmar and Naomi were not many miles away, so I hurriedly thanked her for her kindness, sprang upon my horse, and started up the trail. To be sure, I had wanted to know what the future had in store for me, but on the other hand, I did not care, for I was happy. Freda Bjornsen 217