Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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COMET Class Prophecy Time—10 years hence. Place—A darkened room; a crystal gazer sits staring at a small crystal before her. I had wondered what my old classmates of the class of ’27 were doing, and after hearing of Madame Malaprop’s great prowess for seeing things in her crystal, I had gone to see her. Her monotonous voice told me the following story: “The scene is laid in a small town. It looks western. There is a small brown church that stands out clearly. On the cement column by the steps is ‘Cascade M. E. Church I see a curly headed young man, wearing glasses, standing on the steps. There is a small square. parsonage in the background. (Pause.) The interior looks decidely like bachelor quarters. All is dark again.” Somehow I knew that that young man was John Flanagan, evidently not married. Could John be the preacher in Cascade, that little old town we graduated in? My mind flew back to the Cascade High School’s first annual. It had said, “Imagine John Flanagan a preacher.” Who ever thought he would be, then? In spite of myself, I smiled. She began again: “The scene is a large city apartment house. A wine-colored Rolls- Royce limosine is drawing up before it. A brown-eyed lady steps out, and with a neat walk goes up to the door which is opened for her from the inside. Just as she is about to enter, a small freckled faced newsboy runs up to her and says, Taper, lady?’ ‘Please.’ She gives him his money and opens the paper. A large picture of herself and a man con- fronts her. The headline is in large black letters. ‘MABEL SMITH COOLIDGE’S DIVORCE CASE AGAINST HER MILLIONAIRE HUS- BAND IS FILED TODAY.’ A smile plays about her mouth before she disappears in the door. All is dark.” Poor Mabel. “A large room is appearing. It is like the interior of an opera house with high ceiling, beautifully frescoed, and a large lamp, wonderful to look at, hanging therefrom. It is an opera house and it is filled with people. There is a dead silence as the singer enters with a slow step from the right. As her beautiful voice floods the room, everyone holds his breath for there is something there that thrills them. When she iHiiiiiiiniiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMimiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiimiiiiiimiiiiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 16

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