Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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CLASS PROPHECY HE Prophetess: “Though the curtain of the future remains drawn, I can see through its filmy fabric and discern unfought fields, unaccomplished deeds, and the unattained successes and failures of mankind. Because of the fact that my vision is more farsighted than that of the average person; I deem it my privilege as well as my duty to cultivate these powers for the help and encouragement of men, that I may warn them of many pitfalls, and encourage them with an occasional hint of success. Life at the present time is grave; and the future as we are approaching it looks utterly dark, yet in the far distance I can distinguish a brilliant light,'which tells me plainly that after this period of confusion is over, a wonderful new life, free, glorious, and happy, will be enjoyed by the people of earth. What meaneth all of this merry rippling laughter? The high pitched voices of youth, the care free tones of innocent children seem to be near me! Hark! It is just outside my door. I will see what is wanted.” (The Prophetess goes to the door to admit a group of students, who are laughing and talking.) The Students: “Oh Prophetess! We heard that you are wise; can look into the future; and can tell us of our successes and our failures! May we come into your den and have our fortunes told?” The Prophetess: “Who may you be so young and so fair; so full of joy and happiness? This world is mourning and for days I have seen nothing but gloom, and have heard nothing but the cries of sorrow and distress.” The Students: “We are members of the Senior class of the Beloit High school. We heard of you, and want you to tell us the future of the class.” The Prophetess: “Quite natural, for the future of youth always looks bright. Sit down, my children, and as I close my eyes and read the messages, ask what questions thou will, they shall be answered.” (The Prophetess gives the students seats, and walks to the opposite side of the stage and faces them. She closes her eyes and begins to receive the vision.) The Prophetess: “The years are passing rapidly! Five! Ten! Fifteen! Be- yond the confusion of swords, cannon, and debris of war I see a handsome soldier, who is leading an army of men. The officer is General Jay Roberts of the United States Army. Among his Command are Captain Chalmer Fuller, Captain George Walsh, and Lieutenant Vernon Pate. General Roberts is located at Fort Beloit, but is on his way to review his troops before President Floyd Volkel of the great republic of the United States. Two men now appear before me: one is Ambassador Paul Rodgers, and Foreign Minister Harley Reiter, who are just returning from the great Belgium Republic, which I see extending from the Swiss boundary to the Baltic Sea.” The Students: “Isn’t that wonderful! Germany must fall! We would like to hear about some of the girls in our class! Are thev not going to do something worth while?” Prophetess: “Much! Much! MY children! Though some of the Senior girls of this year are to take menial positions, many of them will fill offices of trust and of honor. Here I see a certain Miss I eta Brown making a marked success as a poultry rancher: and another, Miss Agnes Cavanaugh successfully managing a sheep farm. In a Conductor’s Uniform there stands Miss Lila Doyle who is running the Interurban Electric Railway cars between Beloit and Solomon Rapids. The Beloit High school is

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and Asherville furnished us with Anna Schmeil, Keith Cox, and Grace Roberts. Vernon Pate came from the West, from the town of Esbon. So in the great melting pot of B. H. S. we have united into one body, the graduating class of 1918. In closing, we, the class of 1918, wish to thank our teachers and especially Miss Carpenter and Miss Hutchinson, our class sponsors, for their thoughtful direction and sympathetic counsel during our High school course. May we live up to the ideals which they have set before us and may we become worthy and efficient citizens in this great world democracy which our own brave boys in France are giving their precious lives to procure for us.— Edna Freeman, Hettie Leslie. TO THE BOYS IN KHAKI Lawrence Calvert Lynn Smith John Cochran Ivan Casterline Kenneth Kiniry Wilbur Oak Our Service Flag now shows that five boys of the class of 1918 are doing their part in this great World War for Democracy. How we should honor the lads who have made it possible for us to look forward to a peaceful world, unshaken by murder and war! They went away with the bloom of health upon their cheeks and the spirit of youth in their hearts. They knew no other word than “WIN” and win they must. Their supreme sacrifice will make their names immortal in the history of the school. They are helping to make possible a better world in the future. They have risked life, home, and future happiness that we might enjoy the privileges of peace. Mention should be made of our former science teacher, Mr. W. W. Oak, who is also in the service of his country.

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most efficiently conducted by Superintendent Keith Cox, Principal Marguerite Green, and Assistant Principal Frances Byrd. 1 notice that Edna Freeman Cox is one of the chief society belles of the city.” Students: “O wonderful! Wonderful! Tell us more!” The Prophetess: “Very well, my children, I shall proceed. As the mist clears away from my sight, I see Judge Winifred I each and Judge Clara Thiessen, practicing law in New York City. There is also another lawyer there by the name of Judge Clarence Morrell, who by the way has married a lady who was formerly known as Miss Marie Mears. I hear the names of Honorable Nettie Pfaff, and Honorable Marie Eresch called in the United States Senate Chamber. Another message tells me that Postmistress Viola Lyster, and Assistant Postmistress Rita Williams are located in government service at Chicago.” The Students: “How grand, good Prophetess! Go on! Go on! We can hardly wait.” The Prophetess: “Listen, my children. I hear the voice of Mrs. Irene Lowe Reiter, who is on an extension concert trip, and is touring the world. In her company are Miss Lela Wicks, Mrs. Gladys Frank Roberts, Mrs. Helen Hunter Walsh, and Miss Leone Prewett. The scene changes. In the far distance I see the largest military hospital in the world, situated on Cliff Hill at Fort Riley. Among the nurses are: Mrs. Anna Schmeil McMann, Mrs. Josie Graff Conroy, Miss Inez Underhill, Mrs. Marie Noah Roquet, and Mrs. Grace Roberts Rouen. In the head lines of the New York Tribune there appears the names of Reverend Ruth Cook, and Deaconess Florence Roberts, who have just embarked for the jungles of Africa.” Students: “How strange! We never would have thought it.” The Prophetess: “Stranger things than that have happened, my children. The vision now returns. I see Miss Edna Steere, a famous aviatrix; and Miss Hettie Leslie, and Miss Nettie Leslie noted air-women. With the Great Lynn Smith Animal Show, is Miss Phoebe Kaser, who is making herself famous as a tight rope walker. The same show, Mr. Edward Henke and his wife, formerly Miss Ruth Bibler are very efficient Egyptian dancers. Mr. James Widrig and wife, known in earlier years as Miss Delia Knisely are owners and managers of the great Brown Palace Hotel at Beloit, Kansas. Olive Humes is also shown as the world’s famous snake charmer. Let me see! I have almost gone through the class! Oh, yes! There is Mrs. Margaret Summers Fuller who is visiting in the city of Washington at the White House with Mrs. Cecilia Yeager Volkel, wife of President Volkel.” Students: “You are very kind, fair Prophetess to tell us such wonderful things. We must hurry off and tell our classmates of their glorious future. Thanks! Thanks! Good Bye! Good Bye!” (The students run off the stage.) The Prophetess: “How much alike are the children of each generation; and how little they dream of the struggles and duties that lie before them! Though I have fabled some in this prediction to these Seniors, I have told them the truth this far, that the future is bright for them, as it is for all men and women, who are guided by right principles and have faith in God and man. No future is too bright to predict for young Americans; and I hope I have at least raised their ideals, towards which, during the next ten or fifteen years, they may work.”—Written by Phoebe Kaser, Marguerite Green, and Viola Lyster.