Dearborn High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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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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Approximately three years ago we were like immigrants in a stranger’s land whose customs, laws and government were much different from those we had hither- to known. But knowing there is strength in numbers we banded together and or- ganized, becoming a strong body in spite of the fact that some of our fellowmcn have left us. Their leave-taking has been partly offset by the arrival of new friends. This year our government lies largely in the hands of Allan McLay President, Cecil McLay Vice-President, Myra Ford Secretary and Treasurer. Mildred Davenport and Clifton Nieland are the members of the Student Council. As time passed we began to feel less and less like immigrants and became an active and essential part of the student body. Our members participated in all branches of school activities baseball, basketball, football, track, dances, parties, and carnivals. As Sophomores, we won the pennant for having the best booth at the carnival. This year there was almost a tie between the Juniors and Freshmen for the honor, but the Freshmen proved winners. We are now looking forward to and making plans for the J-Hop and the Junior-Senior party which we feel sure are going to be big successes. We Juniors have always been on hand at school activities, doing our best to boost D. H. S., and we hope we can even improve our record in the next year, which will be our last with the school. 1(5