Dysart High School - Oracle Yearbook (Dysart, IA)

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Ej...... - ..........El lg. 5. Ek...... ......Ej lass Hrnpherg illllahame Zlinnwallski ani! the Gllass nf Ementg-hun As l sat in the luxuriant oflice of Madame Knowallski in New York, listening to all l had been, was, or ever would be, l thought of the Class of Twenty-Two of dear old D. H. S. So l said to this brilliant, masterful lady: Madame, is'it within your power to tell me of my class? Where they are, and what they are doing? lt has been several years since we graduated and did you ever have a long- ing, as if to see an old friend? She nodded. Well, that is the state of mind l am in now. l have thought much about my classmates in the last few days. What can you tell me of them? . Lady, said she, you ask a diflicult question, but if you will bear with me, l will endeavor to satisfy your longingsf' For a long time she said nothing as she seemed to be in deep thought, and l would have done anything rather than disturb her. At times l wished l could be anywhere but in her weird presence. Her jewels shone on me as if they were many devils' eyes. The whole room seemed mysterious. Yes, Madame, replied l, somewhat relieved of my ghostly feelings. Alvin Ackerman, said she, is head of the meat trust, as he has discovered a process for the extraction of pork from pig iron. Among the many employees in his office, l see Mina jabens at the wireless telephone, over which prices are sent. Mabel Hark politely escorts visitors into the office, and is equally eflfcient with a little speech to turn them awayf' Mabel always could talk, l interrupted and received a be-quiet look. Suddenly we were interrupted by an unusual sound coming from the street. We both rushed to the window, and whom should we behold but Walter Cold, President of our own United States. Madame seemed almost human when she exclaimed, Our bachelor President. . f'Oh, it's Punk, Punk! l cried. How l should like to see him. But l realized it would be impossible in the immense crowd, so we settled ourselves to learn more of my classmates. Lulu Cokenf' resumed Madame linowalski, runs the President's aeroplane. lt is of course a magnihcent affair, known as the :Blue Bird' The cab has a carry- ing capacity of ten people and it is all upholstered in blue velvet. Lulu is the pilotess and a grand one, too, with those sharp eagle eyes of hers. She surely is attractive in her little blue uniform. I sighed and said, How long do you suppose he will remain a bachelor Presi- dent? This drew a slight smile from her set face. Eunice Hark is a very successful nurse in the Chicago Hospital. just now she is nursing Francis Cold and Mabel Schroeder back to health. They had quite a serious accident while out riding last Sunday in Mabel's aeroplane. 'fAnd what else do Mabel and Francis do besides ride in an aeroplane? Well, my dear lady, said she, it seems impossible just now to get further information concerning the exact occupation they follow, however, they seemed to be surrounded with all the comforts of life. Miss Hark suggested that they had better go back out west to their sunflower farm. l was just about ready to go, but Madame was getting a little too interesting. They say curiosity killed a cat, and had l been a cat l suppose l would have long since been dead. . Sixteen '

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1:1 Ilrllrriluinrulrnirllrnirnm B. H 5. Er1:11:l1:1 10 11 rtpnlfra Elly! I tem To I tem To I tem To I tem To ltem Item Item Item I tem Item Item Item Item Item I tem Item Item Item Item Item Item Item Item Item Item Item Item To To Miss Kennon, our highest esteem at all times. Miss Gaston, all the cast away cooking utensils for future use. Mr. Barnes, success in his chosen profession. Miss Milner, all our Physics apparatus, both broken and otherwise. Miss Moeller, a desire that she ever retain her winning smile. Miss Karsten, success in anything she may attempt. SECTION ll - PERSONAL BEQUESTS I, Walter Cold, do leave to my dear friend, Fred Gonnerman, my much enlarged cranium. I , Helen Koontz, do leave and bequeath to Gladys Stewart my privilege of keeping the Assembly. Leonard Siemens, do leave to my dear friend, Esma West, the allur- ing privilege of taking Nash Sedan joy rides. Mabel Hark, do leave and bequeath to Lenora Schnell my tender coyness and playfulness. Alvin Ackerman, do leave and bequeath to Billy Clark my privilege of escorting teachers to school. Mina jabens, do leave and bequeath to Edith Holtz, my charming mannerisms. Floyd Knupp, do leave and bequeath to whomever may wish it, the key to Maurine's heart. V Ermia Bassett, do leave and bequeath to Louise Siemens my position as Senior violinist. Floyd Stahr, hereby bequeath to Lawrence Lally my art of kissing the Sophomore flappers. Francis Cold, do leave and bequeath to Bernice Schrieber my art of being seen but not heard. Viola jessen, do leave and bequeath to Frances Fairbanks a portion of my perfect stature. Leland Bassett, do leave and bequeath to Lester Thiele my voice with all its Italian qualities. Lulu Goken, do leave and bequeath to Lucile Koontz my Grecian hair dress. Eunice Hark, hereby bequeath to john Huppert the Hrst chance for a date with me. Lovilla Heckroth, do leave to whomever is capable, my position as assembly pianist. Robert Kullmer, do bequeath to Ralph Schroeder my art of dreaming aloud in the assembly. Ella Ohlsen, do leave and bequeath to Adolph Moeller my willowy grace. Mabel Schroeder, do leave and bequeath to Martha McCurdy my Physics notebook. - Waldo Reimer, do leave and bequeath to Wesley Mehlhouse my fac- ulty for getting dates. As a minor bequeathment I leave to Albert Erbe and Haners Lorenzen my star athletic qualities. Besse Kerner, make as a dying wish, that my place in the Holmes be left to Helen Messer, that she may be able to go star-gazing. . We, the Senior Class, do leave to the junior Class, our place of honor, to the Sophomore Class, success in the next initiation party, and to the Freshmen Class, anything their verdant minds may desire. In witness whereof, we have hereunto set our hand on the twenty-Hrst day of March, l922. BEssE KERNER, CLAss or l9Z2. Witnesses: LELAND BASSETT. FLOYD KNUPP. Fifteen

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---- ls: Blass. EIL ----- ----- - EI Of course, it was anything but necessary for her to tell me of Ermia Bassett's wonderful missionary work on the roof of the world, Thibet. I had read of it. Ermia's sunny smile couldn't help but lighten up the way of the heathen. You probably know, continued Madame, of 'The Pink Tea Room' down the street. It is managed by Besse Kerner and Ella Ohlseng however, Besse is such a movie fan that most of the responsibility rests on Ella. They put out candy known as 'Mrs. Bassett's Home Made Candies' l've been told a man by the name of Leland Basset makes them. But why is it Mrs. Bassett's? questioned I. My dear lady, I presume it's for effect, besides, I have another appointment at one, and we have run Hve minutes over time now, she retorted. Well, if you feel that way about it, I'lI go now. How much, Madame? And off I was after a two-hour seance. As I rushed around the corner I en- countered a man wonderfully garbed-silk hat and all. My eyes met him, then looked away, and looked back again. I had seen those eyes somewhere, but where? They belonged to Waldo Reimer. At the same moment, seemingly, he recognized me. This was a rare experience to meet an old friend on busy Broadway. After having a most urgent invitation to dine with him at the Waldorf Astoria and talk over old times, I accepted. As I stepped into his limousine, there was Floyd Stahr lolling on the soft cushions. He, too, was dining with Ole that day. As we talked, the conversation told me that Floyd was a millionaire Sunday School teacher and that Ole was still in the banking business, in fact, a con- trolling power in Wall Street. , As we rode along in the warm spring sunshine, I was attracted to a hat shop managed by Viola jessen. There is quite a deal of comment on the antique col- lection along with her wide selection of modern millinery. Before I leave New York, I surely will visit her, I replied. Floyd, is that a new book you have? ' Yes, replied Floyd, it's Robert Kullmer's and Leonard Siemen's 'New Amer- ican History'. Some more old classmates, I replied. Folks, l've had one interesting time today. I ran across a lady that tried to tell me, at my request of course, all about the Class of Nineteen Twenty-Two. They gave me no rest until I had told them every detail, during many laughs and I doubt if that's so. O folks! cried I, as my eyes caught sight of a big electric sign reading: To- day-Lovilla Heckroth in fLove Me-Love Me Not.' Is that our Lovilla? Yes, answered Floyd, she's a star in the movies now. At last we came to our destination, and on entering the cafe, I was attracted by a large electric sign on the adjacent building, which contained in substance the words, Science and Invention. Waldo then told me that this electric sign was built and planned by Floyd Knupp, 'the consulting electrical engineer for the Science and Invention Magazine. He further stated that this electric sign was considered the best and most novel electric sign in New York, by the most prom- inent electrical engineers. I replied, I always knew Floyd would be a great inventor some day. I'IELEN KooNTz. Seventeen