Attica High School - Crimson Yearbook (Attica, IN)

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TI-IE CRINISON my surprise at the benevolence which radiated from every part oi their being, the Prophet explained to me that they had become the patronesses oi a Foundling's Institute . Oscar Harmon next came in view, his head at a most proud and haughty angle, his eyes cast upward as it measuring incalculabie distancee, I asked Why doesnt he carry his head as beiits a meek and humble man? To which the prophet answered telling me that he had become a great archi- tect, living in New York. He is in imagination gazing at his seventy-five story, tire prooi building, that he has just invented and the song you hear him absent mindedly humming is the old Glee Club song When Daphue Sails With Me . Next l saw a large throng, and Mary Williams standing before them, her lips moving and her manner lull oi excitement. The prohet explained to me that she was unfolding to them problems on woman suffrage. The wonderful glass then revealed to me Erma Thomas and Herbert Hunter. They had become two very brilliant people. He was inventing wonderful puzzles and she was writing witty sayings for the newspapers. But where , I asked, is Louis Thompson? The prophet answered Yonder he is. Alas, his rash being incited by his success in writing son- nets and in drawing illustrations in the History Class at school: he has vain- ly tried to make a living by writing poetry and making artistic productions which the magazines would not accept. He has iinally become a iirst class pugilist and behold! the glass reveals him lighting one round. Next a stately form stood clearly beiore me, a form which combined all the charms oi a Julia Marlowe, Viola Allen and Sarah Bernhardt. On in- quiring irom the prophet I learned that it was Elizabeth Allen. From the adoring glances the multitude cast at her I realized that she had become the greatest tragedy actress other time. Before she passed out ol view I saw a cone shaped lorm slowly descending to the earth and who should step irom it but Russell Newlin. Behold, said the prophet, the 'wi

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'l'HE CRIMSC JN Class Prophecy. Last night, Oh classmates, l dreamed a dream which you shall interpret according to your own wisdom. While Morpheus held me in magic spell l visited the oracle ol Apollo at Delphi and thus addressed the aged prophet, Great Sage schooled in signs and mysteries, you who know the destinies ol all men, give me hearing . l come to you lrom the Attica High School, the representative ol the Senior Class ol 1907, to learn ot you the destiny ot each ol its illustrious members. Thereupon the prophet took me into a large room at one end ol which hung a large mirror. Lookin said the sage, ln yon glass you may behold the whole world as may be seen by the stars ten years hence. As l looked disappointment came over me, lor strain my eyes as l would, they could not penetrate the haze which overspread the mirroris sur- lace,but gradually a lorin took shape and then became lamiliar. Most natural indeed seemed his air ol care and responsibility, tor it was none other than Murray Ray. I True, 0 prophet, l said, he was used to wearing an anxious brow, being president ol the class and manager ol 'The Crimson., But what makes this haggard, careworn brow? The prophet, to whom it was given to know all things, answered, He has become the manager ol a wholesale shoe house and the duties ol his great establishment had caused his anxious brow. Then l wondered where l could lind Lillian Voliva. Scarce had the thought come to my mind when she appeared in the glass. Even it it had not been lor her cap and apron and the red cross on her sleeve,l would have known by her air ol sweet abstraction that she had given her lite to nursing the sick and dying. Two new lorms thrust themselves within my range ol vision. lt needed no second glance to tell me they were Mae Baker and Grace Clement. Seeing

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t , TIEIE CRINISON greatest inventor ol air ships ol his day and age. ' l was heginning to wonder where the rest ol my class mates were, when with a sudden tlash Addie Foster appeared. She was a good old school mam a teacher in Ye deestrict schulef' The glass next revealed to me Katie Lemper. The prophet explained to me her scholarly air, by saying that shewas studying in Germany, pre- paring hersell lor a teacher in the Greater Attica High School. lwondered then where Dulcie Allen was. At once she appeared, her arms ladened with volumes, one ot them tell and as it iluttered open l heheld her name on the title page, the author oi many great historical novels. She passed lrom view and a thin haze again came over the glass, hut it parted. See, said the sage, one other ot your class mates, Robert Col- vin. Surrounded by riches oi all kinds---his summer and winter homes, his servants, automohiles and every luxury one could ask tor: true millionaire in every sense ol the word. He passed out ot my sight. The mist closed again. Eagerlyl strained my eyes hoping to see my own lorm reflected in the mirroris depths. lmploringly I looked at the prophet. Were there indeed limits to a magicians power? tHe' moved his hand as it to clear away the mist that was steadily hecoming more dense. And l leaned lorward in one last tense moment ol expectation. Slowly a taint lorm appeared, then with the intentness ot my desire, the mirror suddenly broke and l was awake in my own room staring into theldarlmess. Goldie C. Reece. t t i