Carl Schurz High School - Schurzone Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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THE SCHURZONE 21 Yes, I was almost! You're trying to make me angry, aren't you? We'll see who's paying for this-insult. He grew angrier every second and finally called upon Jupiter to punish her forgetfulnew. Called upon Jupiter! Didn't he realize the seriousness of that? And what did Jupiter do? interjected Charon, visibly shocked at the mortal's rashness. Jupiter sympathized with him, and ordered her as a penance for her forget- fulness, to discover the fates of all the members of that class. He gave her per- mission to come down to Hades to find those who had departed and to learn from the Three Witches the fates of those still on earth. Charon nodded sympathetically to the living one as he anchored his boat on the shores of Hades. Are you going to help her find all of those in Hades?,' he asked the Sibyl. Impossible, Charon, I have to hurry back and prick a thousand leaves with misleading verses before sun-down. I am going to turn her over to one of the persons in that fatal class of hers and let him collect his fellow-members so that she may learn their fortunes more easily. Her task is extremely diiiicultf' She grasped the earthly woman's arm as she spoke and led her unceremoniously away. Presently they reached a building with a sign on the front, INFORMATION- EVERYTHING FROM THE STYX TO TARTARUSY' Here they entered, and the Sibyl addressed the shade in charge, explaining the .teacher's mission, and asking for an available member of the class. The shade, who resembles Socrates a bit, picked up the shade of a telephone and after a moment's conversation, turned to them. He'll be here in a few moments. Won't you ladies sit down and rest for a minute? Miss Dolan had scarcely had a chance to take in the beauties surrounding her, for it was the shade of a most magnificent ofiice, done in white marble and black walnut with rose-hued draperies in profusion, when a voice arrested her. She turned around and faced-Bert Spinner. ' Why, Miss Dolanf' he fairly shouted, You! in Hades! What has hap- pened? Don't be alarmed, Bert, she managed to say, I have urgent business here, and I need you dreadfully. She hastily explained her mission and he tried to console her. Now that you are in safe hands, interrupted the Sibyl, I mustgleave you. As the Sibyl disappeared, Spinner rushed to the telephone and talked earnestly for a few moments. ' You can't possibly guess what that childish class of your is doing, Miss Dolan, he began, as they walked toward the interior of Hades. They are planning a sleigh ride party with oyster stew at the Spook's Haven afterwards. I don't suppose you ever heard of one on this side of the Styx, did you? No, I'm certain that sleigh ride parties were never included in my notion of Hades. But who will be there? I-Iaven't any idea, but I saw something interesting on my way over here. You remember, don't you, how cruelly Aeneas treated Dido in Virgil's story? Aeneas was always Ruth Paulson's idea of a cad, and you ought to see the poor shade now. That girl has led him on-angled him. He's mad about her. In a couple of days, she told me, she's going to drop him flat! Dido will be avenged.

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Class Prophecy BY HELEN BULLARD ELWYN PAXTON AND ROBERT GABEL, Assistant Prophets. Charon, the renowned Ferxyman of the river Styx, stood watching two strange forms on the shore in the land of the living. Perceiving that they were watching him closely, he directed his boat toward them. What's up now, Sihyl? he asked, recognizing one of them. I suppose you've fished up someone else to get me into trouble now. You know what hap- pened the time I took Hercules over without ,lupiter's orders. Hush, Charon, this is important. See, she has the golden branch to prove that the Father of the Gods has given her permission to enter. Show it to him, she commanded, turning to her companion. The skeptical hoatman watched as she drew forth a small golden branch from a bag she carried, and satisfied, for a time at least, he turned to the Sibyl. Well, I suppose your credentials entitle you to passage. Get in carefully- this bark is made for shades, not for great living bulks like yours? Still sputter- ing, he pushed off, but presently curiosity got the better of him. May I ask this stranger's name, he inquired, nodding to the Sihyl's com- panion. . You're entitled to know, I guess. In fact, publicity is her one salvation. The lady's name is Dolan and she's from Chicago. Finel fine! The Associated Shades of Hades-on-the-Styx welcome you, Miss Dolan, and since publicity is your aim you probably won't object to my asking the reason for your coming here. He suddenly became amiable, almost deferential in his manner. Well, you see, the Sibyl interposed, 'gshe was in the upper world in Nebraska last week and there she met a man whose name is-what-O, yes-Perlman. It seems that he was a member of a graduating class she piloted hack in the '20's. She rushed up to him, glad to see an old friend, and after a lot of no-account talk she said to him, I've never forgotten, Victor, what a wonderful class presi- dent you werelw You-I-Class president? he fairly shouted at her.

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23... L L THE SQHHRZUNE Dear! dear! Is this what my children are doing! Why-what's this? she gasped. Tartarus, he answered briefly, this is the fiery place all mortals fear. The furnaces are overcrowded now with all sorts of sinners. See that man yonder, frantically waving a roll of blue-prints? He's our old friend, Lyman Warren, designing the new addition to- the hot place. Look, Miss Dolan, look! There's Freddie Haase over there shoveling coal into the biggest furnace. rg, Oh, the poor boy! He must have done something fright- ful-misspelled a word, maybe. And the sympathetic mortal proceeded to dab her eyes with the corner of her handkerchief. JKQJJ5 V, , QW '4Do you think it'll be cold enough for our sleigh-ride to- L Q night, Bert? inquired a voice from behind. 'gWell, if it isn't Miss Dolan! it continued in amazement. Don't you recognize me? Why, Raymond Olson! How silly-of course I know you. Are you going on the sleigh-ride, too? I'm anxious to knw who will be there. I wish you had time to come along, Miss Dolan, he replied. Bob Gabel is coming, but you'd never guess who his lady is. Do you remember Sarah Bennan? Well, she's captured Bob. He's hopelessly lost, too. Alice Erdmer is breaking the rule in bringing an outsider-a handsome blond. But some of the couples need only be, mentioned, Hazel Ameson and our infant wonder, Eisemang Helen Anderson and Harold Friedman, of the famous F2H, none more unusual than Helen Schow and Norman David. There really is no accounting for taste-take Blanche Weisel-she's coming with Paulson. Pedler will be there with Lillian Grant, and I suppose if Ellen says so, she and Schultz will come-Ellen Seegard, you know. Let's see, that leaves only Maurine Ritchie and her tall, dark man. Oh! I almost forgotf, he hastened to add, Elton Nealy is driving the sleigh. He turned teamster years ago. That's not so bad, broke in Spinner before Miss Dolan could speak. Just look at Pauline Brewer. She's a chemist manufacturing a new brew. She makes gallons and gallons of it a day at her factory. And she makes it out of crab apples and lime water. And have you seen the latest arrivals in our midst? Lil Zwick and Abe Rubin died romantically last week, and by this time they're prob- ably settled in a rose-covered cottage. This is a big night, too. Herbie Pettersen is delivering'a lecture on entomology in the Elysium Auditoritun. That dark spot yonder is the cave of the Three Witches where we must seek news of those still living. Don't be afraid. They're frightful creatures but really harmless. You have been told this mortal's mission, he said to one of the Sisters, as they entered the cavern. Have you mixed the magic potion? Then came from the Three in a creepy nasal tone- Our potion we've made and tested and tried, Of an icicle stewed, and a. pyramid fried, The hoof of a mule and an elephantis hide, The heart of a cootie, the blood of a whale, The skin of an oyster, the shell of a snail, . All boiling and bubbling now call up their tale. X