Dearborn High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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£ ntior (Elaiiii !|3rflj.iiinui As I sat in my room on my twenty-ninth birthday anniversary wishing that I might draw aside the curtain that hides from us the future in order that T might know what it held for me, 1 was seized with the sudden desire to visit a soothsayer. Hastily donning my wraps I passed out into the street and j down it a block or two where 1 had seen a poster, “Your Future Revealed.” I knocked at the door. Imagine my surprise when Lucille Dunn met me. I was overjoyed to see her. In the course of the conversation which followed I asked i her if she had heard from any other of the members of our class. She solemnly j beckoned me to a mysterious looking cauldron in the next room and told me to j look inside. For the next hour I saw a series of scenes and faces that com- • pletely dazed me. The first picture was a beautifully furnished drawing room where Victoria Larson seemed to be the center of attraction. The scene lasted only a moment and the next was of an entirely different character—Zetta Forbes, in cap and j apron, standing over a steaming vat of tomato soup. A dance hall next at- ! tracted my attention. Couples were gracefully swaying to the count of the j director. Bill Twork, and 1 was surprised to recognize Russel Smith as the ; leader of the orchestra. The next scene was of a quiet country town. The church bells were ringing and people were gathering at the little white church on the hill. I was watching the crowd with mild curiosity when suddenly my ' curiosity turned to interest, for I recognized Harold HofFer. By his side walked a black haired lady who had an unmistakable air of Ypsilantian culture about her. A slight change of scene, I gazed into the interior of the church. The preacher was Hans Hansen and the choir leader was Walter Kruke. A 'i shifting of scenes! This one was laid in Ann Arbor. Among the ropes and swings at the top of a big gymnasium was Westbrook Ruddock doing a stunt which required a great deal of skill. On inquiry 1 learned that Ruth Haigh was Women's Physical Director in the same college. The “New Detroit’' next attracted my attention. People were crowded into the theater and I fol- lowed the crowd. Two figures were gracefully gliding across the floor. J Imagine my amazement when I recognized the dancers as our class mates, 1 Fern Adams and Harold Putzig. In another picture I saw Helen Brockm Her living happily with her husband and three children in the suburbs of Chicago and across the street from her I discovered Charles Wittersheim enjoying domestic bliss in the fullest sense with his wife and twelve children. “J. W. Brown—Undertaker and Funeral Director”—next met my gaze. Standing in the doorway waiting for her husband (Mr. Brown) was Henrietta Sylvester. 3 In front of the undertaker’s apartment was a hugh push cart loaded with an kinds of fruit. The owner? Wellman Pippenger. Next I saw a comfortable bachelor’s apartment. Seated in an easy chair with his feet propped up on a footstool was Milton Wagner. The apartment across the hall differed slightly. I Bird cages, cats and dogs adorned this one. Sitting in a very straight backed chair holding a cat in her arms was our friend Minnie. Perhaps the bachelor often called on Minnie—who knows? The next two pictures surprised me greatly. The first was Walter Griffith as a professor of chemistry and the other was Daniel Lamet as President of the United States. This was all. The cauldron revealed no more. I thanked my friend, the soothsayer, for her kindness and went home feeling that my life beside the lives of my classmates had been a complete failure. I resolved to do some- thing, but what I resolved to do and how I carried it out does not belong in this issue. GLADYS BROCK MILLKK.

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(Elasa of 1U24 In September, 1922, the Junior Class joyously (?) entered our so-called Temple of Learning thirty strong. After a few days of ‘‘settling down” and organizing classes, pandemonium predominating, a class meeting was called for the purpose of electing officers. Despite a few minor difficulties the unani- mous vote of the class for President was Frank McIntyre; for Vice-President, the dark haired, vivacious Margaret Little; for Secretary, the dependable Mil- dred Scott, and for Treasurer, the grinning and honest “Hank,” alias Henry, Wiener. Compared to their Freshman and Sophomore years, the Juniors did not hold many parties, but “still waters run deep,” you know, and although silent as the Sphinx for quite a time, the students of the class were working. Haughtily disregarding the frivolities which the other classes were indulging in, they toiled diligently in order that their class might head the list in scholarship. The class as a whole was very well represented in school activities. Their “Midget” stunt at the annual High School carnival met with such success that they had to respond to an encore. The first of December it was necessary to elect new officers, at which time Margaret Little was chosen President; William Stein, Vice-President; Mil- dred Scott, Secretary, and Leonard Brownless, Treasurer. These officers carried the burden the remainder of the year. In conclusion it might well be said that the Juniors aimed to bring their class to the front, and although they have undoubtedly succeeded they hope to do still better in their Senior year.