Bedford High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Bedford, IN)

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W.—Raymond Maher has just accepted a bid to join the Chicago White Sox as pitcher. He has promised to join them as soon as schcool is out. How is that for a sure enough fact? First Senior—It is comforting to know that one member of our class is going to win glory so soon upon entering the combat of life. The first thing we know the name of Raymond Maher will hold as prominent a place in the sport section of the Sunday newspapers as the name of Ty Cobb. Bruce Newland—Spealing of natural born genius makes me think of the dream 1 had a few nights ago about Paul McCune and Russell Mitchel. You know Paul is the artist of our class and I guess it was the thoughts of one of his latest portraits that made me dream this. I dreamed that Paul had become a great artist and that I was at his studio. When I was ushered in, who should 1 find posing for Paul’s latest picture, “The Women’s Idol but our classmate Russell Mitchel. Russell was posing upon a high pedestal and from his perch on high he told me what he had ben doing since he left R. H S. From his conversation I gathered that he was one of the leaders of the high society of Chicago and evidently had been spending most of his time attending afternoon teas and balls. He told me that he was engaged to a beautiful young heiress and when I expressed the wish of calling upon her, he became rather excited and almost fell off his perch. He exclaimed rather nervously that he was sorry, Old Chapp , but she had just left the day before for China. Wo pursued our conversation and were at a very interesting point when my alarm clock rang. Margaret Huffines—The mention of China reminds us that one of our flock is to venture into that heathen land next fall. All—Who is it? M. H.—Is it possible that you have not heard? Why, Shirley Armstrong. First Senior—What in the world is she going to China for? M. H —1 suppose I ought not tell but since this is strictly a class affair I guess Shirley will not mind. You tee, when Shirley was on the stage a few months ago, a certain stage hand fell with a splash into the depths of love over her tango hair and emerald eyes. Shirley, although she is madly infatuated with him, feels the impossibility of marrying one so low in rank. She has decided to go to China as a missionary and try to forget her love among the heathen. Everyone says he is preparing to follow her. Let us hope that this thrilling romance will culminate in a happy ending. Helen Duncan—That is almost as romantic as the dream 1 had about Lois Harbinson. First Senior—Tell us what it was. Helen—I dreamed she had at last attained the height of her ambition and had become a trained nurse and after nursing a rich old man through a long case of illness, had married him. Both seemed to have attracted each other in a very peculiar way. I believe it was the cute little curl over Idols’ left ear that first attracted him, and likewise, it was a very little thing that attracted her—his money. It is strange now such little hings will attract people. Lois Harbinson—Well, I’ll bet your dream about me isn’t ahead of the one I had about you. We all know that all those little smiles and love notes that have been passing back and forth, between you and Will Turley haven't been in vain. I dreamed the other night that you and he were married the wee kaftr commencement and went immdiatly to Rivrslde wher you became the proud mistress of Riverside ranch. 28

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SENIOR ( LASS PROPHECY—1914. Time— Setting—On the large, spacious piaza of the senior president’s home. Characters—Members of the senior class. First Senior—Just think, the last class party! This is a rather solemn occasion when you think about it. Maybe we will all never be together aagin. Second Senior—I wonder what we will all be doing ten years from now. Paul McCune—I’m sure I do not know, but while ago when Rollie was giving us that nice little talk, it made me think of the dream I had about him a few nights ago. All—What was it? Paul—I dreamed 1 was in Washington City sight-seeing and happened to stop in the House of Representatives one day during a session. Who should be on the floor but our class president, Rollie Rlacknell. Such a speech I Ibnever heard before and such influence over an audience I’m sure could never be equaled by anyone but Mr. Montgomery himself. I sat and listened to every word of his speech which lasted five hours. At the end every listener sat spell-bound, so dazed were they by the magnitude and the eloquence of the speech. It Is needless to say that the bill which he was trying to get through was passed unanimously by both House and Senate. The next day “Blackwell” was printed in big bead lines on every newspaper in the country. In the New York Herald, under his picture, which was almost life-size, his biography was written, the most important item of which was the fact that be was president of the Bedford High school graduating class of 1914, that in itself making him famous. But then that was only a dream; however who knows, it may come true. First Senior—Everything seems to point that way. I). Trainer—Talking about your funny dream, I certainly had a funny one the other night. All—What was it? D.—I dreamed that 1 was in New York City and upon picking up a newspaper I read: “See Ifatillna Mltcheluski, the great Russian grand opera star in “Le Crocodile . Her debut to European grand opera last season was marked by a glorious succe s and she is now on her first tour to America Ifatilina Mltcheluski is certainly one of the greatest singers the world has ever produced, and it is prophecied by the greatest musical critics that fhe will finally rank as the greatest singer in the world. Don’t fail to see this young genius in ‘Le Crocodile’.” I dreamed that I bought a ticket and went to see the wonderful Ifatilina Mltcheluski and when she appeared, who should it be but our own little Ilene Mltchel. Of course, I did not betray her and agreed readily with the large fleshy gentleman sitting next to me as to her Russian features and accent. How Is that for a dream? First Senior—There is some class to that dream. I’ll bet you dreamed that with your eyes open. I).—No I didn’t either. 1 dreamed that at home in my nice little white bed with my eyes shut. Wendel Cornwell—Well, I guess I know something good about one of the members of our class, and it isn’t a dream either. 27 First Senior—Tell it quick.

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Mary Gainey—Have you heard the latest about our illustrious class-mate, Alexander Dunlhue? All—No, what is it? M. G.—He is going to work in Webb's Dry Goods Store after commencement. It is reported that already Mr. Webb is having a new sign painted to replace the old one. The new one will have on if'Webb Son Dry Goods Co.” Alexander Dunihue—Just because you told that, Mary Gainey, I will tell the dream I had about you. I dreamed that an unknown uncle had died and left you an immense fortune in India. You went there to live and married a Hidu prince and had become a second Cleopatra with all your gorgeous jewels to wear, and elephants to ride upon. Of course no other animal but an elephant would be expected to carry you anyway, Mary. Mary—Biddy Dunihue, 1 don’t believe you ever dreamed any such thing about me. A. I).—Yes I did, too. I had that dream while I was taking a nap in school one day. Just as I had you mounted on your favorite white jumbo ready to take a morning canter, someone tapped me on the back and I awoke to find Miss Fricdley glaring down upon me. She went into great detail to explain to me that the assembly room was no dormitory. So you see, that spoiled my dream. Breese Stevens—Speaking of the future, have you all heard what Hcinie Sohn’s future plans are? All—No, what are they? B. S.—She has decided to enter a convent and become a nun. You know Henrietta never cared for worldly pleasures very much and since she is of so religious a turn of mind. I don’t suppose anyone is very much surprised. First Senior—What a shame to waste all those perfectly ogod looks. Second Senior—Yes, but think how nice she will look in a nun's costume. Henrietta S.—It is a pity, Breese, that you can’t repent of some of your frivolous ways, but I guess that is an impossibility. I dreamed the other night that, since you couldn’t decide which of the many girls whom you have here on your list, you liked the best, you had decided upon a very novel plan of adventure. You had decided to go entirely around the world and the thousandth girl you met and liked you were going to keep. I think that is an excellent plan Breese, and if I were you I would carry it out even if it is only a dream. Breese—I believe I will. Helen Martin—I guess you’ve all heard that Stephanie Strout is preparing to go upon the stage as soon as possible. Well, I dreamed the other night that she was starring as little Eva in “Uncle Tom’s Cabin”, a new production which has made a big hit in New York this season. I dreamed that she was showing in Oolitic, and a bunch of us decided to be a little extravagant and go over to the city and see her. The part that I remember particularly about the show is that between acts she came out and sang the latest popular songs. The two catchiest ones were ”1 Want a Little Bungalow Where the Red, Red Roses Grow,” and Nobody Loves a Fat Woman.” Florence Emery—My, but some people have high ambitions! You know Frank Trueblood’s greatest desire, outside of regaining his lost Leta, is to become a great politician. I dreamed last night that he had at last reached the height of his ambition and had become mayor of Bedford. At first he really would consider nothing less than the presidency of the United States, 29