Bayley Ellard High School - Mitre Yearbook (Madison, NJ)

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1928 THE BAY..c6Y .ANNUAL 1928 WI , -1 Y qw You aren't? Not many days ago you were wondering and are still wonder- ing, how you are going to write your class prophecy. Of course, you're wonder- ing again how I gained this knowledge. Didnlt I tell yo-u I'm a prophetess? Now let's get right down to business. Have you a picture of your classmatesnwith you ? I believe I have, a small kodak picture, taken in the classroom. That is just the thing. Now write the name of each classmate under his or her picture, and then hand it to me. Don't make any inquiry. Wait, I will explain everything in a minute or two. You see, I use a crystal in my operation. I must think earnestly about a certain person, before his image will become visible. How could I concentrate on any of these faces in the picture if I never saw them? But wait, here is the plan: I'll take this picture to my abode, study each face carefully, write out the prophecy of each boy and girl, and send the results to you on Class Day. Yes, but how shall I know that you will send them P I put in. I will pledge my honor that you will have the papers on time. Is that enough ? I suppose it is, I replied. But what prompted you to be so solicitous ? Q You needn't worry about thatf' she answered. Do you wish me to send the papers or not? Well, go ahead and do it, I said. And if you don't play me false, I'll never be able to render sufficient thanks. With that she abruptly left me. Nothing was heard from the mysterious woman until I received the following: The first vision I see is a spacious field in which thousands are watching a game. The scoreboard says that New York is playing Washington and the score is 4-4. It is the ninth inning and the Yanks are at bat. The first batter up is given a base on balls and the spectators are glued to their seats with their eyes rivetted on the game. From the picture you gave me I recognize James Dempsey. fWell, I guess this bat will suit james. May he surpass Babe Ruth's record with it.j I now see in my presence as I gaze into the crystal the chamber of the United States House of Representatives. Many women grace the chairs for which men formerly had all rights reserved. I see Mary Alverson, Enola Ball, Evelyn Ciampaglio, Florence Hegarty and Anna Doyle. These members of the fair sex move about from one desk to another, causing considerable chaos, and the speaker who is also a woman is enthusiastically rapping for order. This girl whom you have designated Margaret Nerney compares very favorably with the young lady in the vision. fThis gavel is a suitable gift for Margaret. She may be able to use it in later years.j I now see a large laboratory. A number of men in white uniforms are conversing together, examining something in a test tube. These men resemble closely Vincent Hurley, Edward Gogerty, john Maher, Francis Geary, Leroy Fifty-six

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l 1928 THe 1sAy.cer 4-,4NNUA.c 1928 VM JW it I l mx - 'lil ' X J tv, lfllyh- -Q J ll I tfi F-Jar . i CLASS PR Pl-IJEQNYD, f HEN Class Day speeches were being assigned to the members of our I class, I was chosen to assume the role of a prophet. Never having had experience in this line, I looked upon the task as being too difiicult for '4 meg when luckily an event occurred which changed the aspect of the case and made it an easy matter for me. -a o u Jie 8-J.-'J S Z1 I was wandering in the country one day, as persons will do now and then, enjoying the beauty and bountiful attire of the trees and listening to the melodious notes of the birds, when suddenly my name was called. Turning, I saw a woman running in my trend. As she approached me, I observed that she was a woman of hne physique, good looking and one of about twenty-five years of age. She wore a black tweed sports suit. A few projectiles of golden strands appeared beneath a tan sailor hat and seemed to add to the attractiveness of this extraordinary woman. I don't think you've ever seen a genuine witchg have you ?'l she began. 'Well, no, I replied. Do you know one is standing before you-that is what they call meg but I wouldn't be one of those dreadful beings for the entire world, although I do utter a prophecy once in a whilefl I assure you, I never was so amazed in all my life. I couldn't conceive so well-groomed a woman as she, performing the duty of a fortune-teller. She interrupted my trend of thought by saying: If you will permit me, I will assist you in overcoming a great difficultyf' Assist me in overcoming a great difficulty ?,' I replied. Why, indeed, Ilm in no particular trouble just now. Fifty-ffm'

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1928 -THE BAYLEY QANNUAL 1928 VN - 498 Ely, john Parmegiani, Michael NVillean, Thomas Murray, Vincent Lake and James Costanzo. First one then another handles the test tube, holds it in the light and looks doubtful. Now.the door suddenly opens, another white-robed individual comes into the room. The test tube is given to him and to the amazement of all he drinks the contents, cooly walks to the blackboard and writes HQO. One boy in the picture compares favorably with this chemist. It is George Mott. QWhen George begins to make marvelous discoveries in science, this test tube may be valuable to himj Now before me is the interior of a hospital. The clean tile floors, the order in which the beds are arranged, the immaculate garb of the nurses, and here and there the sombre habit of the Sisters of Charity-all tend to intensify the calmness of the scene. There is a restless patient, Josephine Becker, whom it seems the nurses, Helen Vanderhoff, Eleanor Prendergast and Josephine Hallinan are futilly trying to comfort. Almost despairing they call one of the Sisters. The nun comes to the patient and sits down by her bedside. Gently she bathes her forehead and she soon becomes placid and falls into a deep sleep. I am certain it is the same Mary Callahan of your picture who is the Sister of Charity in the vision. CI conjecture that Mary is the rightful owner of these rosary beads. Pray for us, poor sinnersj The next picture presents a spacious field on which the Olympic games are being played. A large assemblage is being collected in the immense stadium. The relay team from the United States appears on the field and the representa- tives on the American section of the grandstand vigorouslywave 'Old Glory.' The teams-French, American, British and Belgian, are lined up for the race. Lo! the Americans are Francis McDermott, Joseph Dugan and joseph Kinsella. They are off! Like wild deer they bound over the rough path. The American runners in the first three laps lose ground and the French are in the lead. The last American sprinter takes the cork about thirty yards behind the French and British. He speeds along over the track gaining constantly inch by inch. The spectators hold their breath. Down the Held comes one American putting every ounce of vim into his almost exhausted legs. He is side-by-side his opponents and with a final burst of speed crosses the tape only a couple of seconds ahead of the others. I see that it is james Doody. QPerhaps James will appreciate this book of Spalding's rules.j The next scene is a large stage on which actors in Elizabethan costumes are rehearsing. Two of these appear to be Eleanor Callanan and Catherine Camisa. Directly in front of the stage, with his back to me, is the director, holding a much-worn book in one hand and pressing closely a cigar with the other. At the crucial point in the play poor unfortunate Catherine, in her endeavor to cross the stage, trips and falls against the rickety table hurling a bottle of counterfeit wine into the her0ine's lap. The director throws his cigar on the floor with furious vim, and moves about like an enraged tiger. VVhen the smoke fades away I see that the heroine is Eleanor Callanan and the director, Francis Conners. fHow to become a successful director is a good present for Francis.j Fifty-sezwz