Cascade High School - Ketochi Yearbook (Cascade, MT)

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COMET miiiiiiiiiiiimiiimiiiiiimiiiiiimii Of course, Mary's good humor had gotten the best of her. She prob- ably remembered her own escapades in school. At least I did. “The scene changes. A boy appears with a letter directed to ‘Mr. James Haley, Dean of Men, University of New7 York,’ written on it. On the door of an office is written, ‘Don’t knock, I haven’t time to answer. Just walk in.’ So the boy walks in. He seems very nervous, but after a few min- utes’ talk with the Dean, he is quite at his ease. There is something in the eyes behind the glasses that lets him know he has a friend. All is dark.” Good old Jim. “The scene is the ocean. A large ship is steaming its way toward the Orient. On board are a group of missionaries. One very small young woman stands out very clearly. There is something about her sweet face that causes everyone to listen w'hen she speaks. The scene fades.’5 Anyone would know that was Ruby, because it was just like her, but I never thought she’d be a missionary. There were just two of my classmates left. I’m very eager to know what they are doing. “The scene changes. Before me now is a four room cottage wdiich is situated out of the city. Here is the home of Mr. and Mrs. Vernon Dennis. Mrs. Dennis, who graduated from the Cascade High School with her hus- band ten years previous, was known to everyone then as Ariss Shanklin. Vernon has just returned from the field where he has been laboring in the hot sun. As he comes up the path to the house, the sun is sinking in the golden west. His wife and son and baby daughter are awaiting sup- per for him. A very happy scene; then all is dark.” Who would have ever thought it? After seeing all of my classmates I walked out into the street, and up to my room. Just what had I accomplished in ten years? Certainly nothing like the rest. I had gone to work after leaving high school. Two years later I became secretary for Henry Ford, and had held that position for eight years. The day before I had signed a contract to continue being his private secretary for ten years more, and then I am to have a fifth of an interest in his factory, if I am worth it. I must say it is different. —Mary Wilson. ........................................I..... 18

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