Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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Him to go on. But no, he but replied, N o more -the living will I sing, too wide The doors of Hidden Future I have ope'd, As best I could with your demand I've coped. So I was left to the worn-out cart horse, To which 'stead of Pegasus, I'd recourse. Thus, if this Prophecy doth more than tire, Blame but the fates that dropped Apol1o's lyre. IN MEMORIAM. Alas! With every bit of happiness, With all the things that doth our brief life bless, Must come our bitter tears. From our dear class, Which doth so many fortunate compass, A few have flitted to that Great Beyond Whence none return. Those, whom by Friendship's bond We all have been united, are far less Than when We first did meet in the fulsomeness Of autumn, years ago. Then, but a prayer For those who have departed to Heav'n, where God is Supreme. IThe aid of Robert E. Richardson is respectfully acknowledgedl

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Daisy Braun- Her task in life will be to mow the lawn. The reason why? She has so much of Braun. Mvza Beatty- I'11 mention none of her future to-day, Except that she'll have always her own way. Haitie Rogers and .Mable Hirzkley- These two have formed a partnership to sell You everything from elephants to a-well. Ben Billsfein- He is the leader of a German band, Which, one says, is the finest in the land. George IVIcMuZle1z- Now what I tell you is true and a fact- The heir to Ireland's throne is our dear Mac. Bessie Quaife- She is the Lady Champion of Golf. She hits the ballg it iiies just ten miles oif. Noble T errell- Yes, he is happier than any man, For he's lived as just as any man can. Roman Havlicek- A worker for humanity ! The gist Of his life named in Fame-a Socialist. Oscar Schreiber- K A bold detective of keen, darting eye, His glance scares a burglar and makes him Hy ! L'ENVOI. Then from Apollo's gifted hand methought, His lyre did'st fall. Alas, what mishaps wrought By this foul chance, and to an end it brought i The weird prophetical discourse. I sought

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A Few Years Hence. samoa cLAss NOVEL. BY HAZEL D. MOORMAN. ' CHAPTER I. The train had stopped at last. The hurrying crowd surged to the doors anxious' to leave the dusty coaches. The usual commotion commenced as bags, satchels, boxes and Wraps were tossed about. Each passenger had something to look after and countless cabmen were trying their best to persuade the travelers that their conveyances were the cheapest and best in town. Amidst this throng were two young men. At a glance one could see they were college-bred. Was it because the hair of each was parted -so scrupulously or because of their scholarly look? At any rate, they sauntered on, little caring what the world thought of them. - I ' They entered a magnificent depot, the pride of the Centennial City. Pillars of white marble supported the frescoed ceilings, While gleaming mirrors were to be seen at every turn. A broad staircase led to the dining-rooms above. Here Toledo's artistic talent was displayed. The glittering glass, the polished silver, the stately palms all proclaimed it. Presently the young men entered and ordered dinner. Well Bryce, said the fair-haired young man, I don't feel as familiar here as I used to. Toledo is certainly putting on airs. No doubt about it, no doubt at all. It seems ages since we left home, doesn't it Forster P said theqother. Yes, said he, and to-morrow we'll do the Exposition. But let us eat. And being young men with an appetite, of course the conversation was postponed until the duty before them had been discharged satisfactorily. ' These young men were great friends. From the time that they were Juniors in the Toledo High School, their aifection had