Auburn High School - Trojan / Oracle Yearbook (Auburn, IL)

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Senior Class Prophecy 1921. If ever anything was bewitched it musl be this ink—three blots and 1 have only written a half page, and I thought I was a success as an authoress. Thus I sat with my head in my hands, wondering why it was so much harder to write that book than the one before. My first novel, “Mary Hay”, had met with instantaneous success. Maybe I needed a rest. It didn’t take long for me to decide. I would leave the little Hotel Barton in the city of Bern, Switzerland which had been my home for the past seven years, and go back to the scene which I had not visited since 1922. Accordingly I set out three days later. On my way across France 1 stopped at Paris. Getting board and room at the Hotel de Chateau. I decided to stay over night. As I walked along a long hall on the way to my room I was attracted by a tall, graceful lady who was dressed in the height of fashion. In her arm she carried a little Pomeranian dog. -Just then the dog jumped from her arms and by the little cry she gave, to my amazement. 1 recognized my old classmate Chloe Bunker. In the little conversation we had, she told me of her life as a fashion designer, and then went back to our old school days. She also told me how she and Allan Sechleu were married and in two years parted after a disagreement over the political independence of women. Broken down with grief, she told me that she had come to France to try to forget the past. Early the next morning I left Paris via aeroplane for London. There seemed to be something wrong with the machine and when we were about thirty miles from Paris it glided unsteadily to the ground. The pilot reas- sured us that there was no danger but that the aeroplane sure acted like an old Ford he owned some ten years ago. The tone of his voice sounded familiar. I went towards him and soon found out that I was standing face to face with Andy Foster. On the rest of our journey he told me how he had become disgusted with Auburn girls and had gone to an aviator’s training school, from which he was transported to France. He said that he wanted to find something different, lie sure succeeded, for later I found out that Mrs. Andy Foster was a beautiful French peasant girl. Three hours later I landed in London. On a tour of England, before leav- ing, I found Ruth Duff keeping a poultry farm. She had the best looking fowls of anyone in the country and was prospering greatly in her new in- dustry. I asked her if she were married and she replied, “Why, most cer- tainly I am.” Just them a man stepped to the door and grinned—and lo! and behold! It was John Engelman. After leaving the poultry farm 1 packed my trunk and set sail for home. It was only a few months later that I was riding on a train on my way to Florida. I picked up a newspaper and looking through it I saw a rather familiar face on the society page. I looked at it a while. These were the exact words that were below the picture: “Miss Mary Beard, Society Girl of St. Louis, (formerly of Auburn, 111.) announces her engagement to Mr. Cyrus Pediskoski, Wealthy Tobacco Merchant, of St. Louis.” I thought to myself, “How could little Mary, who was so pretty, marry a man with such a name?'' I tore her picture out of the paper and put it in my purse. Then I laid the paper down, as the train pulled into Richmond, Virginia.

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Article 15. To the Athletic Association and aspiring Athletes we bequeath all our good wishes, honors, and a bottle of witch hazel as representative of the suc- cesses of the past. We congratulate you on being once more on a nourishing physical basis and anticipate your successes in the future. Article 16. There are a few personal belongings that we will gladly bequeath to some of you underclassmen, they are: 1st—To Teddy Skaggs and Wayne Gibson, Clifford Ping’s and Raymond Hatcher’s ability in basket ball. 2nd—To Allen Sechler, Arthur In gel’s power of “kidding.” 3rd—To Virginia Clark, Sinclaire’s method of reducing. 4th—To Dorothy Barbee, Howard Williams’ “bashfulness.” 5th—To Bus Landon, one-half the knowledge that Esther Morrison has obtained during the last four years of school. 6th—To A della Bigler, a book of Russel Snyder’s entitled, “How To Be- come Tall.” 7th—To Lucy Merriam, Erma Moore's “swiftness”. 8th—To Carl Cline, Bill Murphy’s “wit”. 9th—To Violet Stevens, Chloe Bunker’s laugh. 10th—To Thornton Nuckols, the hair tonic ((brilliantine) of Arthur Stout. Cse it Thornton and your hair will always look the same. 11th—To Keith Corned, a book of Bernice Allen’s entitled, “Loving Eddie. ” 12th—To John Masterson, Thomas Irwin’s yellow collar. 13th—To Lottie Engert, Xonie Mulcahv’s power of “vamping”. 14th—To Perry Lorton, Henry Parrish’s ability in football. 15th—To Edna White, Ruth buff’s quietness. 16th—To Walter Brittin, Andrew Foster’s knowledge of Fords. 17th—To Orville Fry, Hayward Bigler’s everlasting smile. 18th—To Arthur Sabine, Kirby Knox’s baseball knowledge. 19th—To Marjorie McGlothlin, John Engelman’s complexion. 20th—To Wesley Osborn, the gracefulness of Marie Comerford. 21st—To Blanche Snell, Mary Beard’s ability in short story writing. 22nd—To Julia Maddox, Terry Lindner’s power of “bluffing”. 23rd—To Velma Meiklejohn. John Murphy’s “freckles”. Article 17. To you. oh. people in general, we bequeath sweet memories, hoping that you will ever think of us as we plod on fulfilling our mission in life and being of service to mankind. Lastly we name and appoint Miss Spencer as the executor of this, our Last Will and Testament, hereby immediately declaring null and void all former wills. In witness whereof we have subscribed our names and affixed our seal, at Auburn Towns May, 1921. Bernice Allen Chloe Bunker William Murphy John Engelman Thomas Irwin Andrew Foster Mary Beard Marie Comerford Arthur Ingels ip High School. Aubun Terry Lindner Russell Snyder John Murphy Sinclair Orr Ruth Duff Erma Moore Arthur Stout Clifford Ping , Illinois, this 25th day of Kirby Knox Howard Williams Nonie Mulcahy Esther Morrison Clara Canham Raymond Hatcher Hayward Bigler Henry Parrish CLARA CANHAM. 22

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On my way through the business part of that c’tv I found a sign reading: “Williams Auto Sales Co. Conducted by 11 is Wife.” “Well,” I thought, “that certainly is a brazen statement, I wonder who had the nerve to exhibit such a sign?” when out of the door tripped a dippy little lady, with bobbed hair and wearing shell-rimmed glasses. I immediately recognized my old friend Clara Canhain. She laughed as she said, “How do you like my new sign?” I reached for my smelling salts and grabbed a telephone post for support. Star- ing at her with dim. unseeing eyes, I thought, “How Clara had changed.” What possessed her to be conducting such a business. She told me that, after several years of repeated attempts to become reconciled to love’s decree, she and Harold decided to enter the holy bonds of wedlock. “Harold is over on the other side of the street manufacturing Fords, wh’le I have my garage on this side of the street and sell them. He guarantees the wind: hiclds unbreakable too.” It was just exactly three weeks later that I went to a movie in the city of Lexington, Mississippi. I gave the ticket agent the money for my ticket and he said. “Keep your money, I like to do favors for old classmates of mine.” I stood gaz:ng at him for a long time wondering, “Who could it be?” when I at last recognized Henry Parrish. lie laughed as he said, “I think you will find the show very, very interesting.” I waited eagerly for the picture to begin because I could not learn any- thing more from the obstinate Henry. First came the director’s name—the cameraman’s and all the flourishes. Then came the cast of characters. Play- ing the lead were Fifi Ponseti and Jack Spratt. Still I was in the dark. In a few minutes came some wonderful closeups that made me gasp and stare alternately. But in spite of disguise, in names and make-ups, I recognized Erma Moore and Bill Murnhy. Then I remembered that they were playing in, “The Pursuer and The Pursued”. “Ain’t it the truth,” I heard somebody beside me say; and taking mv eyes away from the screen 1 looked right into the surprised face of Arthur Stout. “What is it, dear?” asked a slivery voice on the other side and there sat Bernice Allen, only it wasn’t “Allen” any more. We couldn’t talk very much for our attention was riveted on the scene before us. It was natural—almost tearful. It made me feel ten years vounger and dream that we were still hi High School. Mrs. Stout remarked that Jack Spratt had a wonderful constitution, being able to survive on the same diet for so many years. Arthur shock his head forebodingly. “Time will tell, time will tell,” he repeated sagely. Before leaving Mississippi, I took a motor trip through that state. I found Russel Snyder keeping a green house. As I stood talking to Russel for some time, a Ford truck came crashing through an a'lev and stopped suddenly side of us. A woman wildly disheveled leaped out, threw a package at Russell, and said, as she rushed madly into the house, “There’s your old plants, take them, and don’t ever ask me to go after them any more, I have only bad three blowouts!” Recognizing Marie Comerford, I fell faint against the green house—and stood staring until she reappeared on the door step and came running to me crying.” Well of all things. I didn’t know it was you.” On my way through Oklahoma. I stopned at a small town 'n the Wichila Mountains. It was a romantic looking little town with beautiful little cot- tages built in it. As I strolled leisurely through the different streets T passed a little cottage that caught my eye at a glance. A m°n and woman were strol- ling along the side of the house picking Mowers. Thev turned and walked towards the street. They looked at me—stopped, stepped back and said aston-. ished, “Well, just look who is here, where did you come from?” I recognized' 24