Bushnell High School - Replica Yearbook (Bushnell, IL)

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Class Prophecy I It was a sultry day. In the afternoon I was sitting on the balcony trying to forget the smothering heat which envelops the island of Formosa. Lying in the tropical region, it has an indolent picturesque people made up of Nomadic tribes of fortune tellers, and fruit peddlers. l had become so accustomed to their pleadings for permission to reveal the future to me that they no longer bored me. As I was idly day-dreaming, l suddenly noticed a very peculiar or unusual looking woman. She was a native but yet she held lne by her striking appear- ance. She was a more delicate, refined type than the many who went babbling and chattering by my door. Under her arm she carried a large hook, held to her body hy a queer woven strap. l gazed at her and finally our eyes met. She turned and came directly toward me. l started from my chair for I felt that her presence foreboded something unusual. She begged to tell my fortune. Uh, you could tell me nothingf' She did not shrug her shoulders with native indifference, but made me captive of her eye and said: H1 could tell you the thing which is foremost on your mind. No, I laughed. Slowly she said, You have been thinking all afternoon of your old class- mates from the class of 'thirty-two'. I grasped at the arms of my chair, and then hated myself, for having shown lny feelings. Finally, I decided to give in and let her tell meg for after all, what was dearei' to me than the memory of my classmates? l led her into the court where we would be undisturbed by the throngs. We found a marble bench sheltered by a wavering palm tree. Slowly she opened her book. l gazed at the picture before me. lt was one of a busy, bustling New York City. The picture became clearer and I was shocked to see Freddie Ublander driving a bus. , The scene changed and I saw a busy bootblaek. He apparently had quite a trade in his chosen profession. And at last l recognized Harold Goodman. At that moment he was busily engaged in polishing the foot-gear of Richard Pilling, a wealthy newspaper man. The page turned and I saw a large department store. ltlagerly my eyes scanned the page and could I believe my eyes? Yes, there in the manager's chair was Harold Hall. Many busy stenographers were at work for him. And in the lot I saw Lucille Miller and Virginia Vaneli. Elysabethe Bobbitt and Marge Havens were models. The page turned again. There now appeared a dainty little cottage far upon the mountainside. Glen Garvin, contentedly smoking his pipe, sat out in front. He called to his wife to come and I was not much surprised to see Ruth Stoddard. My strange guest moistened her dusky fingers and turned the page again. This time I beheld a church. A wedding was soon to take place. The bride. Nlarge Sperry, was walking down the aisle to meet her husband, Marshall Douglas. The sweet music filled the church with holiness. The musician proved to be Clennola Swartzbaugh. The minister before the couple was Clyle Vifheeler. As the scene changed I saw someone preparing his breakfast over a camp- 28

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I. Richard Pilling, bequeath my glassy pompadour to Perk Havens. I, Wilbur Paul, bequeath Mary Ruth Porter to anyone who can keep her temper down. I, Vern Urum, bequeath my privilege of chewing gum in History class to anyone who can get as much mileage as I. I, Kay Weaver, bequeath my changing voice to Max Cadwalder. I, Fred Ublander, bequeath to anyone wishing to risk their lives my Love Chariotf, I, Virginia Vanell, bequeath my quietness to Dana Dimmit. I, Herbert Jones, bequeath my seat in study hall to anyone who can keep it as long as I have. I, Marge Havens, bequeath to Evelyn Laux my wavy tresses. I, Edith Izer, give unto anyone needing it my quiet disposition. I, Lucille Miller, leave to Burdette Stremmel my knowledge of shorthand. I, Mary Caroline Sperry, bequeath my knowledge of square dancing to Maxine Inman. I, Marge Sperry, bequeath 111y interests in the Douglas family to Martha Hope Brewbaker during my time spent in Canada. I, ,Iohn Ball, bequeath to ,Iohn McQueen my gift of gab in History. I, Mary Baughman, bequeath to Mary Williams my shy glances. I, Robert Bricker, give unto Lola Stelfey my shy habit of blushing. I, Luke Marcum, bequeath my woman hating attitude to Bob Fawcett. I, Ivan Mahr, bequeath my ability to play the guitar to Tony Rosso. I, Vera Moore, bequeath my finger-waving ability to Kate Kane. I, Marian Morris, give Bill to anyone who will take good care of him. I, Stanley Oakman, bequeath n1y ability to put pep in the student body to anyone as good as I am at the job. I, Ruth Stoddard, will unto Fern Lynn my excellent French knowledge. I, Glennola Swartzbaugh, will unto Mary Cheesman my abundant curls. I, Roberta Welch, bequeath my dramatic talent to Mary Lee Harris. I, Frank McKenzie, bequeath my knowledge of butter and eggs to John Bobbin. I, Margaret Mary Burke, bequeath my many narrow tardy escapes to Dale Yvingate. I, Dorothy Burkett, bequeath my artistic ability to Sarah Lybarger. I, Anna Clower, leave to .Iohn Roan my little sister, Edith. I, Evelyn Hinman, bequeath my red hair to Sarah Roach. I, Abbie Whislcr, bequeath to Harriet Pinkley a position in the old maid's home. I, Marvin Watt, bequeath my place in the band to anyone who can play as well as I. I, Alyce Burton, bequeath my permanent wave to Louise Brown. I, ,Iohn Burke, do will and bequeath my nonchalance to Lucille. This, we declare to be our last will and testament. SIGNED, This sixth day of May, nineteen hundred and thirty-two. THE SENIOR CLASS. WilllfPSSPd by: ARTHUR ORUM, ARNOLD LoMAx. 27

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fire. His clothes were ragged and his beard was long. He called to his buddy to come and help him and could it be possible that it was Noel Roberts? Peering closer at the mystical page I saw a pickle factory owned by Marvin Watt and pushing a wheel-barrow of cucumbers I recognized Keith Lovell. Still spellbound by the last scene the page turned. A large steel-clad battle- ship was steaming into port. Upon the deck stood the captain. His stern countenance relaxed and I knew in an instant that it was .Iohn Ball. He was saluted at that moment by a very timit sailor whom I recall as Emmett Lantz. Mary Caroline Sperry was a dancing teacher in a large Casino in Atlantic City. Marian Morris and Mary Snell were running a IIFQSSIIIHKCIJS shop on Fifth Avenue. My native enchantress was aware that I was under her spell so she turned another page. This time I beheld the capitol building of Washington. The President-elect stepped upon the platform. I was profoundly astonished to see Robert Bricker. Next I saw a large theatre. It was dazzling with lights that twinkled off and on with every second. I soon saw that the owners of this million-dollar play-house were Earl Gordinier and Wilbur Paul. Roberta Welch at the head of her own company supported by Paul Roark as leading man were playing there that night. At the entrance of the beautiful theatre I recognized John Pensinger as ticket-taker. Vern Urum and Lyle Sperry were hell-hops who looked Very youthful in bright red uniforms. Turning again I saw a large building. It was without doubt a society of Old Maids. I was disappointed to sec so many inmates. Those whom I recog- nized were Dorothy Burkett, Mary Doner, Evelyn Hinlnan, Mamie Rose Worden and Adrienna Cox. One of the members had broken the vows of the club to assume the vows of another contract. The bride-to-be was Kate King. Quickly I caught a view of other classmates. Ivan Mahr was a traveling man, selling hymn books and playing cards. I saw a busy shop. Before it read the sign, 4'Beauty while you wait. I was intensely interested to see who had discovered the secret and found it to be Lena Huffman and Sara Beth Helfrich. Other scenes flashed up brightly, then died out. I saw Edith Izer teaching school in the little red school house. Mary Baughman had gone off with a circus and was a fancy horseback rider. Frank McKenzie was an aviator and had been exploring the antarctic circle region. Margaret Mary Burke had married and was living on a farm. The chief occupation of the farm was a specialty on raising canary birds. Luther Marcum and Eddie Kessler were making a tour around the world on roller skates. .lohn Burke was a missionary in the darkest region of Africa. Abbie Whisler was a nurse in one of the greatest hospitals in the United States. At that time she was taking care of Vera Moore who was recovering from injuries received in a railroad accident. Anna Clower and Herbert Jones were giving a Grecian dance performance on a college calnpus. For a few lnoments I said nothing. Unconsciously I crumpled a bill into the strangcr's dusky palm. And as mysteriously as she had come, she went awav. Silently I went back to the house, leaving the hopes, the sorrows, and the iovs of life to the future in the unknown. Quietly. and with a more reverent feeling. l watched the tropical sun set. ALYCR BURTON. 29