Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Prophecy. BY MISS MABELLE FERGUSON. WAS seated one evening within the comfortable depths of a large arm-chair, before a grate in which the fire burned merrily, casting its soft and glowing influence over the entire room. The silver-toned clock on the mantle had just chimed the most bewitching time of the night--the mid- night hour. All around was wrapped in sleep, and silence reigned supreme. But I, in no mood for slumber, was medi- tating over those happy days gone by-those school days passed forever, and with these thoughts, came a longing to know something of the companions of those happy days, especially of the members of the class of ninety- nine, that famous class, which no following one has ever surpassed. Suddenly, I felt a strange, subtle iniiuence stealing over my senses, and then with a noise like the distant rumbling of thunder and the roaring of many waters, there appeared before my wondering eyes a person resembling Mephisto, but with an added hideousness which rendered him still more horrible to look upon. Quietly folding his arms, he addressed me: I am the king of prophets, the foreteller of the destiny of man. Being familiar with each and every member of that famous class, I will undertake to reveal to you the fate of each, but at the outset, you are warned neither to move nor speak lest the charm be broken. Wildly waving his arms, he repeated, All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players.

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East, and some among the brusque and sturdy farmers of the West. Therefore friends, comrades, classmates, of dear old '99, make the most of the fleeting moments passing so swiftly into the irrevocable Eternity of the Past. These few short years are but the beginning. May we all pros- per in the life just opening before us, may we keep ever in mind the pure hopes and aspirations of our youth, may we carry the name and fame of the class of '99 into every state of our glorious Union and into that city which is more royal than imperial Rome, more beautiful than far-famed Venice, more free than the poet's ideal Utopia, more powerful than all the world besides, Washington, the nucleus round which is gathered the strength, the resources, the opportunities, the devotion, of the greatest nation of the world. E E xwgmunw llliummm -5 Q ,0 3 iw Q1II1IU1nxI1Ir.U..H.Uu..um.................................,......m-u:um,,,,,,. , - -,.....nml1n 'UNH'HIIIvm!IHwwmm--1--'IH----11-H--uvxml f 1 F ,...umw- ,... . 1 1 .. 1' V Q 5 1H.m....n.,......m..u -. 2 sl' M N m.r--...N-.-.r.,,,.,' e- lIRINmmmnnummu 'L 1:3 -551 5 -E' -J mmmmnum .'l 2 -: .'-ara ' .-- 1 . - 5. if te 'sf E 1: Q E' ?- -:. -f !V,IlluII.NI.U,mm....mmm..,, 5 F u E., J L 1- 1 mm,,,,,.....mmm 1122? EJ F ......,n...-l 'H' E SQA . ..... , ..J.II.I.my1...I.H,...mm-mmm-mm....,..,mm....,..wlllllnllnumm,,. ,...,.mnucvm....w .,U..1ummm,..mun..mm.-nmuvr.mu.m,mw,1,,

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Immediately the room is enveloped in total darkness, then a faint blue vapor slowly begins to ascend. Anxiously I watch the rapidly developing scene, and there, true to life, is a courthouse in far away I-Iawaii. In the judge ad- dressing the vast assembly, I recognize Mabel Andrews, while by her side with a very wise expression, telling in- stantly the vocation of a lawyer, is May McMullen. The outlines gradually fade away, and in their place is a mag- nificent home on Fifth avenue. The rooms are beautifully decorated giving forth every evidence of welcome to the new occupants, Mr. Will Peiter, President of the New York Central, and his charming bride, formerly Miss Ruth Ar- buckle. Immediately replacing this scene, is a newly-discovered island in the Pacific ocean. Under a large tree surrounded by an enchanted group of natives, is a form strangely famil- iar. The opening lines of a favorite hymn are borne on the breezes. With one accord the terror stricken natives take to their heels, leaving Miss Blackmon with the impression, that hereafter she had better read the hymns instead of sing- ing them. But see, the scene changes. A street in a cosmo- politan city is presented to view. The gentle strains of music are heard, and there, headed by a brass band is a number of uniformed men and women. At nrst sight, it appears to be a regiment returning from war, but as the leader comes in view, the dimculty is solved. It is a Sal- vation Army band with its captain, Nellie Babcock. Through the fading outlines appears a pretty home,bearing a doctor's name on the door plate. An accident has happened, and the doctor being away, his wife undertakes to adjust the bandage. .Iust as the task is completed, in walks the doctor. After a careful examination, he says, My dear, you should be very proud of your Work, there can be only one criticism, you have bandaged the wrong wrist. At this point the skillful wife turns around and can it be possible? Yes, Delia Atkinson is a doctor's wife.