Crooksville High School - Crux Hi Skan Yearbook (Crooksville, OH)

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Twenty-eight C RUX HI S K A X Reveling in a fashionable watering place of Paris was Annabelle Stought, the world’s champion tennis player also Ralph Fleming and Raymond Grube, noted opera singers and often singing of Crooksville’s grandeur and several of her girls in particular. Then I saw two young people just getting ready to go on their honeymoon in an airplane just for two! They were Hazel Rambo and Jimmy Kelso. Lastly I saw myself roaming the Arizona hills, a notebook in hand, writing of nature of the beautiful country of the open which I love so much. Again I was lost in reverie and when I aroused myself I heard Father Future say “This is Station TIME signing off at 1:15 A. M. Truly the class of 1927 has a wonderful future and I hope we shall not prove unworthy as graduates of our dear Alma Mater. —BARBARA STINSON.

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 R I' X HI SKAN Twenty-seven Class Prophecy The day had been beautiful and twilight was even more beautiful; the sky was tinted in all her evening glories. But I was tired from working upon the annual and seeking to soothe my restless mind, I tuned in on the radio. I heard soft sweet music and fell into a reverie, thinking that all too soon our High School days would be over and wondering whither amidst earth’s mighty turmoil we, the graduating class would be in a few years. When lo! I heard a strange voice speaking, saying, “This is Station TIME broadcasting. Father Future is going to foretell the lives of all graduating high school classes.” “Surely,” I thot, “my mind is playing a trick upon me.” But no! Imagine my surprise when I heard the so-called Father Future continuing, “First is Crooksville High School.” And as he talked I saw in my mind’s eye pictures of my classmen as he described them. First I saw a large courtroom, Floyd Albee, an eloquent lawyer, was pleading the case of his friend, Elmer Dunn, a well known Senator accused of defrauding the United States government. Tears were in the eyes of many, even the judge, William Earns, seemed moved. Then I saw a beautiful home over which beautiful June roses climbed, and in the doorway Eva Conaway, and I thrilled as she murmured (Oh, how lovingly and softly!) “Harold.” Coming up the path was Elizabeth Easier, a scholar of wide renown perhaps coming to visit her old friend. Slowly this picture faded and I saw a great white hospital and therein I saw three of my old school chums as nurses, Estella Mullen, Ruby Conaway and Mary Sheppard and with the distinguished surgeon, Donald Eoehler. Then I looked upon a great social gathering and I recognized Adrian Dean, Roland Gar- ven, Eatherine Duncan and Violet Pitcock and lastly Byron Snell in whose honor the event was staged, and the principal speaker of the evening was our old principal—Mr. Stuart. Mr. Snell had recently been recognized as America’s foremost business man. On the stage of a large theater I saw Pauline Na Pier and after her singing again and again I saw another come on the stage, Bernice Foraker, one of the world’s leading actresses and called “Colleen the Second,” then entered a dark-haired sheik, Stuart Thomas. At the piano her skillful fingers blending into the music the beauty of her soul sat Mabel Werner. The play fetching drama was taken from Edith Annon’s latest novel, “From the Depths.” Miss Annon is a disciple of Miss Murphy, a novelist and literary critic. Emerging from a picturesque western school I saw the schoolmaster, Denzil Allen, greet pleasantly a dangerous appearing bandit riding brazenly by. It was Donald Hughes. Not far away a great bridge was being constructed with Edgar Elliott as civil engineer and assistants, Eugene West and George Schmotter. Then in a wretched city street Floyd Flanders hailed by many literary critics as Poe’s successor because of his super-natural poetry and like manner of living talked with Clinton Neff, a minister of the gospel, and just then Georgia Lear a social worker, joined them. Next I saw an election day scene. Mabel Blosser and Hazel Wolfe were making stump speeches favoring the election of Margaret Young as state governor. Frances Stanley I saw as a composer of beautiful songs, specializing in love. In a stately, peaceful church a priest innocent, far removed from worldly snares was William Tague. Then to my ears came sweet music, Raymond Spring and Eva Presgrave were playing their violins and sweeter music ne’er was heard.

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