East Hartford High School - Janus Yearbook (East Hartford, CT)

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CLASS PROPHECY Class prophets in the past have managed to ,make their prophecies by diverse means: some have been endowed with the power of foresight, some have visited persons vested with such powersg some have consulted books, some oraclesg others crystals, but I have strayed from the beaten road to a path practically untrodden, which leads to an almost impenetrable forest. I have used the fourth dimension! I see that you do not understand-let me explain. It's deep stuff, so listen closely. The ordinary person has a three dimensional mind, that is, his brain is acquainted, by constant usage, with but three dimensions-length, breadth, and depth. Scientists are en- deavoring to prove that there is still another dimension-the fourth. I have worked on this theory for some time and after much thought and study, have reached a conclusion, but my decision is of such a radical aspect that it is difficult to accept. I have decided that the fourth dimension is not a physical one, it is psychic. To prove this I have worked out an example. I am placed in an air-tight metal box. All the openings are closed-apparently. But to me there is still another open- ing, one which would not be perceived by a person of the three dimensional capacities, admitting, of course, that I am thor- oughly acquainted with the fourth dimension. As I stated before, this new dimension cannot be physicalg therefore, as all the physical dimensions-length, breadth and depth have been closed it is psychicg the psychic power lies in the soul and by means of my soul I can leave that box! You must under- stand that by the word I I mean not my bodily being but my real self-my spiritual self. In other words I force my soul, which can pass through anything physical, out of my body. To me it is no diflicult task. It is as easy for me as it would be for you to rise from an open box, because I have trained my mind to an additional dimension, the fourth. It's pretty hard to understand. Half of you don't get me yet. At any rate, bear in mind that I can at will leave my body and travel into space-a space in which time is no ob- stacle. I can travel far into the future for the past-I have uncovered a power which has lain dormant for centuries! Last night I deigned to travel into this little world of ours at a time ten years hence. The times had changed. What I saw astounded me. East Hartford was no longer a town of fourteen thousand live people, it was a bustling metropolis with its private and public air ports, its subways, photo radio broadcasts, mechanical traffic cops-everything whichvpertains to an up-to-date city. The farmer burroughs of Glastonbury, Hockanum, Burnside and South Windsor had developed into noisy young cities. I that is, my psychic self, found that my classmates as a whole had chosen to remain close to their dear Alma Mater and had drifted into the different paths of life Zilhich called them. Tonight I will relate to you how I saw em. 31

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better. The people had to learn what happened in the by-gone ages in order to improve. During the Medieval Ages there was much extra work, the Glee Clubs, concerts and the big contest where each member tried to sing or shout louder than his neighbor. Then there was the A. G. E. for a select group of the girls and the Hi-Y for the boys of the clan. In the 20th century the tribe began to read and write a little. The first really important written report was completed on November 15, 1928. The warriors finally solved this com- plex report and found out how much they had progressed. People began to realize that they must work harder, and so they did. Chief-money-changer Randall said that the Clan was on the verge of a panic and so Head-of-the-Clan Toms called a council. The warriors voted to tax each member. This would settle the panic and soothe the nerves of Worthy Toms and Randall. But there was a very serious war between the first, sec- ond, and third clans and the worthy lieutenant chiefs. The old and wise clan, the Seniors, were neutral. Major Toms would issue no declaration of war and so neutral the clan was and neutral they remained. On the 28th of November Chief Ross issued a solemn de- cree stating that from the 29th of November to December 3 there would be a legal holiday. The warriors clapped and shouted and declared that they truly loved their noble chief. In December they again broke camp, but for two weeks instead of three days. When they again set up camp it was near the end of the age. Reports were completed and prep- arations for the final festival were made and so here we are ELEANOR MAY ATWOOD. Tune: Oh! Come and Shout for Dear East Hartford Oh! know ye that our graduation Is the best East Hartford had, And though we're proud and mighty seniors, Just to think it, makes us sad and hap-py. Thoughts of days without you, Oh! we hate to leave your sight, Farewell! Farewell! East Hartford, For we go from you to-night. Tune: Oh! Sweet Mystery of Life Oh! at last East Hartford High we make to leave you, May we find such happiness as we spent here, In the years that come our mem'ries bright and cheerful, We will turn back our thoughts to you, a school so dear. For you were our joy, -our love in daysas freshmen And our pride and pep alone were gifts from you, May we hold the gifts that you so proudly gave us, For it is now goodbye to you, old high, For you were our joy, our love in days as freshmen And our pride and pep alone were gifts from you, May we hold the gifts that you so proudly gave us, For it is now goodbye to you, old high. ARTHUR MARTIN. to-night. 30

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I first encountered Frederick McGehan. He was still the same Wrecker of old and drove a sightseeing bus through East Hartford's historic spots. Marion Toms had become an energetic political leader. She was still single. Edith Strong, shy and demure, had become a star in East Hartford's foremost burlesque. I remembered John May's life-long ambition and made a search of the big league ball clubs. I discovered him in the act of taking a lusty swing for a third strike. Annette Gagliardi had won the hearts of her dear public as a gay photo-radio artist. Recollecting that my class had several talented musicians I journeyed to the magnificent opera house-the Plaza. There I found a far famed trio with Dorothea Saunders at the piano, Dorothy Dunham at the cello and Frank Gioeilli completing the discordant three. Mathilda Schultz had married a prominent sausage manu- facturer. Her husband declares in his autobiography- To my dear wife I owe my success. Roger Dubiel, by dint of hard and conscientious work had been granted a managerial position in the A. Sr P. I was surprised to find Doris Hall a physical culture ex- pert. She gave mail order instructions in body building. Elizabeth Busher had also married and spent her time en- tertaining Burnside's social elite in her palatial, modernistic residence. , Dorothy Bantle had created no little sensation in art with her futuristic art. It certainly was futuristic! Arthur Randall had accepted forestry as a vocation but his ayes fA'sJ called him and he had become speaker in the state legislature. I found Anna Fody a hustling ofiice clerk and to all indica- tions was aiming towards spinsterhood. Wee Willis Scribner had become an insurance agent. He hadn't made his millions as yet but he was still hoping. In the ranks of the Salvation Army I discovered Dorothy Gould and Florence Moulton. Dotty played the trumpet while Florence vocalized the hymns. Everett Sellew had finally decided on engineering and was working on the plans of the meadow dikes. I was forced to search distant China for Helen Smagliotis. Smag was converting the heathen. Helen Lane had accepted the age-old adage that two. can live as cheaply as one and was heroically trying to prove 1t. Two of my classmates I found had turned to literature. Eleanor Atwood was living on the royalties from her book- Love-What Is It ? Arthur Martin had been taken by the futuristic craze and had composed a poetry which was the lit- erary sensation of the age. 32