Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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Class Prophecy I was awakened from a deep sleep by a touch on my arm. On looking up I saw a masked figure standing beside the bed. It said not a word but beckoned mysteriously, and hardly knowing what I did I stumbled from my bed and followed. We seemed to float through the air for some time and presently I found myself in a large hall. It was filled with men and women and a chairman faced the attentive group. We were not noticed and hovered in the back of the room, listening to the man in the chair. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “We are met here today, on the twepty-first day of May, One thousand, Nine hundred and Seventy-five, to decide some new monuments for the hall of fame. Has anyone a name to suggest?” A man rose and said: “Mr. Chairman, I suggest for the first one William Shanklin.” He spoke with deep reverence. There was silence for a little time, then a voice from the other side of the room spoke up: “What did he do?” The first speaker turned with withering scorn. “I am surprised at your ignorance, he said. “For the benefit of our friend I will say that Mr. Shanklin, in my opinion was one of the world’s greatest men. He will make history for centuries to come.” “Yes, but what did he do?” “Ladies and gentlemen, it pains me to have to tell anyone of the achievements of a man so great. Briefly, sir, Mr. Shanklin was the president of Yale-Harvard University for something like fifty years. He made it what it is today, sir.” The man’s air impressed his audience considerably, and there w as some little pause before the chairman spoke again. “We will lay Mr. Shanklin’s name on the table to be voted on later. Is there another name to be suggested?” A tall white-haired lady rose and said, with dignity: “Mr. Chairman, I wish to suggest Miss Helen Hughes, the world’s first and greatest woman candy manufacturer and mail-order merchant.” I turned to the masked figure at my side. “That all comes from Mrs. Murphy’s excellent training.” The figure nodded but spoke no word. Then he pointed to the room and I saw that another motion was in progress. The chairman was speaking. “Miss Elizabeth Sanderson has been suggested for the Hall of Fame on the strength of her services as head telephone operator of New York City. Her name will be held.” 19

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September of '23 soon rolled around and back we came to enjoy the fun and to suffer the agony that that year was to bring us. At this time we gathered in Lester Munroe. Although the class had decreased in number, it had increased in knowledge; but only ten of our 31 freshies remained. We felt important, but our importance was shown over the freshies only—never over the upper classmen; they were too superior. The girls showed their ability by serving or rather by being granted the honor (?) of serving the Faculty, Juniors and Seniors at the Junior- Senior Banquet of ’24, if it can be called honor to carry food and dishes up three flights of stairs. Twenty-four soon took the place of Twenty-three. Boy! Our day had come. We were almost at the top now, and we would show the .superior Seniors we were their partners. Our class was well represented in every undertaking of the C. H. S. this year. The Junior-Senior Prom and Banquet of ’25 proved to be the outstanding affair in the social affairs of the High School that year. A great deal of effort was put forth by our small number to accommodate about fifty at our banquet and 300 at our prom. Many unforgettable memories we have now of events which occurred in our Junior year; and we hated to see it go by; but we could not stop it, for time flies—we know not where. However, we grew to love our classmates in this year, more so than in former years, and grew to understand what each one's presence meant to us all. Then came our last year, supposed to be our best, but as we look back each year has been a stepping stone, each teacher has done her best to help us to get where we are. We were again joined by Edward Seaton, one of our old freshmen. Our parents have striven to keep us in the right paths of life, and the work in which the school board and community as a whole have cooperated in order to bring us to this point, has been appreciated by us all. However we deeply regret leaving the old High School, but we hope as alumni we will be remembered in its halls and classrooms, as leaving something that is worth remembering. As we go through life, we will always remember our High School days. Our motto will always be first in our thoughts and when our work is over we will remember—The Night Brings Out the Stars. THE END 18

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The next suggestion came from a tall, solemn man near the front. “I suggest Mr. Edward Seaton. His remarkable work in the Forestry Service gained for him the position of Secretary of the Interior, and rivals that of Theodore Roosevelt in the preservation of natural re- sources.” His name was laid on the desk for further consideration and another motion was placed. A man in a priest’s black coat made the next suggestion. “Mr. Chairman, of all men who deserve the Hall of Fame, among the first must surely come our late brother, Bishop Munroe of the Methodist Episcopal church.” “A very good suggestion,” announced the chah-man, and the clerk wrote the name, Bishop Lester Munroe. The next motion was placed by a woman in the gown of a deaconess. “Mr. Chairman,” she said, in a soft, gentle voice, “I wish to suggest Creta Wilson and Frances James. As you all know there is a space on either side of the statue of Florence Nightingale. I think it would be well to place Nurse Wilson and Nurse James beside her.” The chairman bowed his head in acquiescence and the clerk wrote the names. The next person to speak was the president of Montana State College. He introduced himself and asked the ladies and gentlemen to consider the names of Misses Pearl Taylor and Maybelle Strunk. Miss Taylor, he said, was professor of English in M. S. C. for forty years and Miss Strunk was professor of Home Economics for the same length of time. They both did much for the college. His tribute was well received and their names were written. “Is there anyone else?” asked the chairman, “If not I will adjourn the meeting and we will vote on these names tomorrow.” There was a pause and the chairman was just starting to speak again when a man whom everyone recognized as the featherweight pugilistic champion of the world, advanced into the center of the room and spoke. “Mr. Chairman,” he said, “I wish to suggest the greatest feather- weight champion in the history of pugilism, Mr. Junior Lyman, better known as ‘Ike.’ As you doubtless know, his remarkable quickness in the ring won him this name.” The chairman rose. “We will put that name on the table,” he announced. The meeting is adjourned.” I was aroused by a touch on my arm and, turning, saw that my com- panion beckoned and we floated off in a dream. 20