Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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.

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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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Vividly the outlines of the English city, London, present themselves. Before the Queen stands a familiar form, with an added dignity, and Fred Lawton, the new ambassador from the United States is presented to her Majesty, the Queen. As the next scene appears, behold the Toledo High School, the same as of yore. On the nrst floor is a form parading up and down. At first, I take it for the smaller of two persons, once so familiar in my own school days, but in looking closer, I am surprised to see a striking resemba lance to Miss Maude I-Ioughton. At last a group of seniors appears, and with an eagle's eye,she perceives some one who has smiled. Swiftly pursuing,she says, in well known words, f'Report to the officef, and then follows them in that direc- tion to see that they are not lost, strayed or stolen on the way: This scene changes. The assembly room now appears. Eagerly the pupils await the appearance of their Principal, for is it not awell known fact, that there will be two speak- ers there, and at least one recitation hour occupied? Quietly the principal, Mr. C. G. Bittner, approaches and announces, We are very fortunate in having with us this morning two gentlemen recognized as leaders in educational lines, Mr. Marx and Mr. Ayers of Cornell University. We will now listen to a few words from them. After a very profitable hour, Mr. Bittner announces, 4'Miss Hillls French class will remain in this room. Miss Litscher's class will find her this morning in room thirty. Miss Ball's Senior Latin class will please to take legal cap paper to the class-room, and leave all books in this room. Mr. Mathias's class in advanced Psychology will not recite this forenoonf' I would have lingered long over these scenes, but slowly they fade away, leaving only a wretched little home boasting of but a table and chair, the former strewn with paper, ink and so forth, while a light-haired, blue-eyed young man occupies the latter. Evidently his is