Dover High School - Doverian Yearbook (Dover, DE)

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DOVER HIGH SCHOOL I3 although somewhat older looking, I immediately recognized XVes. George. He had made this wonderful machine, building it up as he told me upon the principles of deflection of light and sound, of which Miss Moore had taught him the beginning in High School. Vtfes. willingly consented to show me the members of our class and directed me to look into a thick, dark looking glass which lay upon a table near by while he focused the machine. At first I rather doubted the success of the experiment, for the glass looked dark and did not even reiiect the things about it, but then slowly it began to light up and I saw mirrored the interior of an othce. At one desk was seated Frank Prftchett writing a book upon Evolu- tion, and at his elbow sat Peg Parvis acting as private secretary, but as I looked Peg stood up and said: Now, Frank Pritchett, you don't need to think I am going to work forever: we'll just quit for to- day, and Frank immediately put away his work. I heard no more, for the glass clouded, and when it again cleared I saw instead broad spreading orchards and well-tilled fields, and between them, directing the laborers, walked Talbott Raughley and Harry Jackson. Even though Talbott had grown a Yan Dyke beard and Harry side burns and a moustache, I recognized them and knew they must have successfully 6 1 . - taken up scientihc farming. Then the glass again darkened, but the change of focus must have been small, for it immediately cleared and I saw Camden. Down the street came Bee Evans driving a mule to a farm wagon and holding a basket of eggs in her lan. When she came to the corner soire one called: Goin' to Dover? Looking up I saw Bob Quillen at the up- stairs window. Yes, if you want to go, come on down stairs. But il'm not upstairs 3 and sure enough there was Bob standing in the lawer liall lcoking out of the upstairs window. The next scene was some time in coming, and I recognized it as one of the large XVestern cities. Une of the streets was roped off, and as I listened, I heard some woman quarrelously explain: XVell, I don't see why we common folks should have to walk clear around this street. just because some important actor man is to have his throat worked on, and a little noise might disturb him. Then I saw that the build- ing, near the middle of the closed street, was a hospital, and as I be- came accustomed to the light, I saw Billie Vvfalker, lying on the operat- ing table, while Doctor Byran Cubbage dressed a small, new healed in- cision upon his throat, and in a farther ccrner of the room, dressed in white nurse apron and cap, stood Ted McBride, slyly talking to a young doctor, while the matron had her back turned. I had scarcely recovered from my surprise at this scene, when, suddenly, the reflection was changed, and I saw a Chautauqua tent, crowded to overflowing, while before the applauding crowd sfccd Iflorence Jackson and Jack Ford. By listening to the remarks being

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www S E Iiiilllim f at Qing, CLASS PROPHECY. i itzkiw A few days after my return from Europe, where I had been for a number of years working with the ' li Iied Cross Society, as I was walking along the street ,, in Philadelphia, my attention was attracted by the name I of a prominent publishing house. This reminded me of some printing which I had been intending for some time to have done, so l entered and after a short wait was ushered into the editor's private i'1l:F1L'6. The editor was sitting with his back toward me, and I thought I must be mistaken, but as he turned around all doubts were dispelled. Sure as the world it was Buggy He had intended to be a civil engineer, but while working on the Lorifs the habit had become too strong to break and now he was publisher of one of the largest papers in America. We talked for a short time upon different subjects, and as I arose to go, lrvfng exclaimed, Oh, don't be in a hurryg come, go out home with me for lunch. Anna will be delighted to have you. Anna? I questioned. Yes, you have not forgotten Anna Carter, have you? he replied. I hadn't however. I had scarcely expected to tind her there, but there she was. as l found after a short trolley ride, still very happy on a farm in the suburbs, raising ducks, chickens and turkeys. Naturally. after lunch, our conversation turned to Dover High bchool friends, but it seemed, however, that Irving and Anna had not kept up with the '15 class much better than I had. Nevertheless my curiosity had been so aroused that after returning home that afternoon, when my eyes fell upon the newspaper account of si scientist who had invented a machine, which reliected the sound and action of any desired place. l immediately started to visit him to see if he could show me some of my classmates. After traveling quite a distance on the train I arrived at the town where his studio was located. It was an odd-looking structure, situated upon a high hill, and topped by a very tall tower lilled with delicate- looking machinery and glasses. At the front of the building was a door marked CIfiice. As I entered a man sprang up from a desk, and

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I4 THE i,o1'Us made, I gathered that Florence had just made her debut in Chau- tauqua as a soloist. while Jack, who had made his beginning at D. H. S., had become prominent as a lecturer. The next scenes were hurried through, for the light was growing dim, and now that I had begun, I determined, if possible, to see the remainder of the class. Ivy Hudson was shown sitting at a desk in the library at Vassar College, where, it seems, she had received the position of librarian, after completing her education in that line. Then, next, I saw Eugenia Raughley, who had her art studio in New York, and I knew her, naturally because she sat beside an un- tinished picture, upon which the colors were drying, while Eugenia fixed her hair more becomingly. But, perhaps, it was best that NVes had saved this next and most startling sight until last, for before me spread the Halls of Congress. and at the Delaware Senatorial desk stood Myrtle Raymond, making a speech upon the Progress of VVomen in Politics. I could scarcely realize that this was Myrtle, if I had not before heard of her work in Delaware as a suffragist. Then the glass became dull and I could see no more reflections. Perhaps it was best, for already I had begun to doubt my reason, and wonder if it wasn't a pretty good joke that was being put over on me. However, lVes seemed to have implicit faith in his machine, so I took his word for its being real. Madge Nickerson, QIS. CLASS WILL. Class of Fifteen, about to die, salutes you! Contrary to the custom in such cases. and loath as are all mem- bers of my conservative profession to establish precedents, only at the behest of my noble client, eighteen in number have I called you to- gether before her death, to hear her will and to receive her gifts. I was persuaded to this action by the unusual circumstances of my client. I dread to tell you. but be calm: the doctor is here ready to re- vive all fainting ones, but he can not attend too many. Here is my secret: keep it well! A consultation of doctors was called together on Friday, May the twenty-eighth, doctors never known to fail in their prognostications. They have announced that on Monday, june the sixteenth, the Class of Fifteen must die. Had I known what a commotion you would raise, and how badly