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Prophecy The night was pitch dark and the rain was pouring down in torrents, when out of the impenetrable blackness emerged a surpassingly bright ligl t. Imagine my consterna- tion then at hearing a voice say, “I am the Spirit of Prophecy. Follow me.” In a few seconds we stood in the heart of the City of Future. “I am about to show you your old classmates of ‘25.” We then found ourselves in the Senate Chamber. There stood a tall majestic figure whose silver toned oratory astounded me. “That,” said Prophecy, “is Brayton Bounker of Michigan. That pretty little blond woman with the two children up there in the gallery is Mrs. Bounker.” I blinked in amazement, and when I again looked the scene had changed. A pretty short, plump little woman sat at a desk, toying with her pen. “There is Hazel Bany. She has had remarkable success as an authoress. Of course you have read her latest novel, ‘Behind the Crimson Curtain.’ It has brought her international fame”. I started to make my way toward her, when lo and behold! I found myself in a theatre. There on the stage, poised on tip-toe I spied the toe dancer. Hazel Trowbridge—a young Venus. Next I saw Martha. She and her husband. Reverend Blipp, had just returned from darkest Africa where they had been laboring in the mission field. Everyone had expected Martha to become a great actress but she is now a quiet and subdued missionary. The ways of women are past understanding. We next found ourselves out in a wooded glen. On looking about I spied a short, trim man with a black moustache, standing before a canvas, critically surveying his handiwork. Prophecy turned and touching the chap on the shoulder introduced me to my old friend Marcus Fordon. Suddenly sweet strains of music were wafted to me and I stood a moment later in a vast opera house filled to overflowing. There stood Helen Blanchard singing in French “Polonnaise Mignon.” It had been Helen’s ambition to become a great concert singer and musician. At the next stop I found myself in a printing office. There behind the editors desk sat a stout robust man with a curling moustache. “There is Paul Minnis. Changed as you see, quite a bit in appearance, but nevertheless the same Paul of 1925”. Drifting onward again we paused a moment before a huge hospital and there we saw Charlotte and Betty. They were clad in blue uniforms, with white caps, aprons and kerchiefs. “Those most reliable nurses are both supervisors in New York's St. John’s Hospital”. Once more the scene changed. This time we spied a tall tanned man driving a Fordson in a big field, turning over the furrows of land. “Elmer has been a very successful farmer. Some of his products have taken the first prize at the state fair every year. All this land acre after acre belongs to Polly but when his three sons become a little older he’ll have plenty of help to manage it all”. Next came a trim, severely tailored business woman. She was taking dictation from the President of the American Incorporated Aeroplane Co. It was Rose Dittberner. It had been her ambition to become a Private Secretary, and when Rose set a goal she made it a point to reach it. Just then The Boss’ turned about and I was astonished to recognize Allan McLay. “Yes, he's one of the greatest Manufacturers of Aeroplanes in America today.” “And this young man is now a Professor of History in Roamy College.” Imagine my astonishment then at seeing Cecil Hawes standing before a large class explaining the Fundamental Principles of the Monroe Doctrine. There is still one more, I said. “Yes,” answered Prophecy. “One More.” We were suddenly in the land of flowers and sunshine, the very spot one would expect to find Ella. There she stood poised on a spring board ready to take a twenty foot header in the old Atlantic. “She is the U. S. Champion swimmer, and has many cups and medals to her credit. You’ve undoubtedly often seen her picture in magazines posing for Bradley’s Swimming Suits.” Finally I discovered I was alone. The Spirit of Prophecy had left me to ponder over the fate of my classmates. 14
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Senior History An Expedition A great group had assembled at the station, Dearborn High, but a select band fifty- five was chosen to take a journey together. It was to have been a long expedition of hardships, but it offered inducement because of the possible discoveries in exploring; and at all events the results of the experience would be invaluable, in time to come. So with brave and full hearts but somewhat empty minds we set about to continue the blazing of the trail that others had started, but had not finished since duty called them elewhere. This band had the good fortune to have the best of guides on the expedition, guides who had passed over similar routes with other adventurers. At times the pioneers became weary and discouraged and during the first period of the trip a small number turned back home to its-comfort and ease, but the rest encouraged by the words of wisdom from the guides, buckled on their belts a little tighter, and again lifted the impediments and toiled on, climbing the steeps. Of course during this time the adventurers had grown to know one another very well, and were on intimate terms with the guides who told them of former expeditions, and gave them advice and help. They found they were carrying extra baggage which they had brought along needlessly, therefore it was discarded; and in its place was taken up the souvenirs and treasures discovered on the way—all those that would not only be of use to them on that journey, but later on in the journey of Real Life. Oftimes as they mounted a summit they took out their field glasses and gazed over the territory they were to cover. Some spots were long and level with little obstruction to bar the path; others were densely overgrown with brush and vines that must be thrown away. But there was a seething, restless spirit beginning to be very noticable in the adventure seekers, for some time the phyician accompanying the group was unable to discover what the cause was, but in its final analysis it was found to be a common disease known to all such explorers—that of athletics and sports. He said it was not a serious disease only one that was to be expected, that it would run its course, no one would be the worse off for it, and no worry need be exercised when its symptoms became manifest. The goal this group had set out to reach was that of Knowledge. To reach this destination they had dreamed great dreams and seen great visions. It had been the culmination of ambition, the end of aspirations, the realization of their ideals. It was for this that their eyes were kept steadfastly on thie goal, and every effort in their power put forth. Those knowledge seekers saw that that was not the true goal they had set out to seek. They found it merely a steeping stone to large, broader, better lives, the threshold of another and greater existence. It was a foundation on which to build and now' that the painstaking preparatory work is about over, the original group, much smaller, realize its significance. The few numbers that are left are we of the class of '25. We know that if our work has been well done, the hour is one of unalloyed triumph; if our work has been slighted in any degree that end must naturally be tinged with some regret for misspent hours and misdirected energies. We have not finished our course, but are about to begin a new one. When we enter the arena of a new life we enter an arena limitless in extent and boundless in possibilities. The arena of the modern world with its inexhaustible resources and golden opportunities. We realize, though perhaps not fully yet, how much we owe to our teachers, infinitely more than we will ever repay. But we thank them from the bottom of our hearts for their ready help and cheerful encouragement. As we leave our school and go out to meet the world to battle with opposing forces, may we possess a sufficient amount of invincible courage to carry us through life womanly women and manly men, with confidence and trust in goal and man. 13
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