Edmonds High School - Echo Yearbook (Edmonds, WA)

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book of verse. With her was Carmella Peterson who was having a vacation from her many duties in the coveted position of private secretary to Col. Charles Lindbergh, President of the United States. On our way to visit the exclusive Girls’ School conducted by Elda Mansz and in which Catherine Ellis is instructor in English, we passed the vast estate of Miss Dorothy McEachern, noted horticulturist who was inter' ested at present in crossing strawberries with milkweed to produce straw' berries and cream. Leaving Dorothy at her home with a promise of a meeting the next day I continued my journey alone. As I stopped in front of the huge new million dollar motion picture theatre which had replaced the Princess, I was pleasantly surprised to see Mildred Temple who was, she explained, mana' ger of this structure. Inviting me to attend the picture she said it would be doubly interesting to me because Thelma Naslund had the leading role. Thelma had become a famous star and I was indeed glad to see her. Miss Lillian Olson's dancing pupils presented a revue as a prologue to the picture. Leaving the show I was astonished to hear, “Extra! Extra! Mr. Quinn Doane has completed his railroad across the Sahara desert.” Buying a paper to read the details I was further astounded to see that Annette Martin owned the paper and was also the Editordn-Chief. Looking up I was confronted with a huge poster announcing that the Barley Bayrum Circus would be in Edmonds for a three'day engagement and they were featuring local talent in Miss Mary Newcomb, the gifted tight rope walker. Determined to see all I could of this future world, I took passage in a great passenger airship flying between Edmonds, Paris, London, Berlin and all waypoints. Again I met one of my classmates, Harold Conklin, operator of the plane. From him I learned that Frank Anderson was presi' dent of the LondomAmerican Bank and that on his last run to Cairo he had seen Roy Sparks who owned the bus line operating from Cape to Cairo. In Paris, the fashion mark of the world, I saw Eileen Rutherford who was none other than the famous coutouriere, “Mile. Eileen” whose creations were worn wherever fashionable society gathered. In Paris also I heard Margaret Lipertowitz, the well known lyric so- prano, sing the title role in the opera “Bohemian Girl.” The program was broadcasted over the radio and the announcer was—Lillian Heath. On my way to the aeroplane hangar for my return trip I encountered Don Hodges driving his own car, the latest on the market, a “Hodge” from the sale of which he had made a fortune. Later I met Walt Schwind who was instructor in the gentle art of fencing for those who wished to gain grace and poise. He told me that two others of our classmates had gained world'W’de attention in their chosen occupations. Edith Kronquist was state prosecuting attorney in Washington and she had recently pleaded her greatest case before Judge Gunvor Johnson. On my return to Edmonds I was literally dumbfounded to behold my Fourteen

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CLASS PROPHECY It was with mixed feelings of awe and curiosity that I stood before the “Time Machine,” the greatest invention of our scientific age. In less than fifteen minutes I would step to the driver’s seat of this queer car, pull a lever—to be projected into the past or the future according to my wishes. The success of the experiment was of vital importance for with it we could defy time, learn the secrets of the past and know what to expect from the future. Having just graduated from high school I was interested exclusively in the future, so exactly at twelve noon, June 6th, 1928, I entered the “Time Machine” to begin an unparalleled adventure. After the first shock ex- perienced, caused by the abrupt movement of the machine, I sufficiently gathered my wits together to notice or rather feel, that I was hurdling through space at a terrific speed. I could see nothing as yet, everything was in darkness, but such darkness as I had never before experienced. I could feel it reach out long arms for me and hear it rush toward me to engulf me in a nameless void. Suddenly the blackness was pierced by daz- zling, jagged streaks of pure white light, and then by a kaleidioscope of color such as never before has been seen. As my eyes grew accustomed to the sudden changes of blinding color, I noticed what seemed to be a shim- mering curtain of jet black with 1928 in flaming white across its entire length. The speed of my machine diminished as I drew near the curtain and soon I had come near enough to boldly reach out and draw aside the veil which hid the future from me and entered 1928 exactly one minute after twelve. Incredible! Almost beyond the ken of human understanding. One minute ago I left 1928 yet in sixty seconds I had traversed ten years and was now in 1938, safe and to all appearances, perfectly sane. The town I had left behind me was a far different place from the teeming metropolis I now entered. Edmonds had changed indeed with the passing of ten years. I walked down what seemed to be the main street of the town when suddenly I was arrested by a glad cry. Turning around I beheld my dearest friend, Dorothy Smith, coming toward me. She was now married to the captain of a ferry which ran between Edmonds and Mukilteo. From her I heard that Mary Alice Atchison was missionary to blind Esquimeaux at the North Pole, and Ellen Carlson owned an exclusive beauty parlor, which specializes in face lifting. As we walked along talking of old times we came to the Civic Audi- torium where huge letters announced the fact that the world famous lec- turer, Mildred Meyers, would speak there soon on the topic, “Which Man Shall I Marry,” and wonders of wonders her manager and press agent were none o.her than Orrin Heath and Clareon Duppenthaler. The main speaker there for that day was Scoutmaster Eldon Brackett, the founder of the International League of Boy Scouts. Farther down the street we met Lois Priebe who was now a great poet- ess. At this time she was in town to see about the publication of her sixth Thirteen

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own face confronting me on an advertisement of the coming productions and I was billed as the greatest character actress on the legitimate stage. Farther down the street I saw Bob Sanderson, who was now president of Sandelogg Motors Inc., in which Bill Kellogg, the internationally known “Jazz King” had equal interest. Slowly I returned to my “Time Machine.” My errand was completed. I had seen the future and now I must return to the common duties of everyday life. Once more I pulled the lever on my “Time Machine;” once more I pulled aside the curtain which separates the future from today; once more I traversed the nerve-racking light and despairing blackness. I was again back in 1928. The machine was a success, but I was busy with other thoughts. My classmates would be successful, famous! I fairly dashed down the stairs to the warm spring sunshine for my friends were awaiting me and did I not have exciting news! ESTHER LARSON. LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE CLASS OF 1928 We, the Class of 1928, of Edmonds High School, District 15, County of Snohomish, State of Washington and United States of America, being in sound mind, good spirits, and bearing no malice to anyone, do hereby give and bequeath the following bequests to said corporations and individuals: To the Juniors: We bequeath our far-sightedness and ability in run- ning Edmonds High as it ought to be run. To the Sophomores: Our Social standing and important air. To the Freshmen: Our ability in accomplishing much with little labor. To the Girl’s Club: Our many nickels—left after commencement. To Mrs. Murphy we sincerely leave our ever-increasing “love and devotion that is wide as the ocean.” To Mr. Kellogg, Mr. Johnson, and the Faculty, we leave our apprecia- tion of all they have done for us. Individually we do give and bequeath the following: Ellen Carlson leaves her wonderful ability to “manage affairs” to Betty Kunst. Mildred Temple bequeaths her high ambitions, high qualifications, and high grades to Carl Strom. Clareon Duppenthaler leaves his much envied permanent wave to Marion Sawyer. Mary Newcomb leaves her position as Mr. Johnson’s private secretary to Bess Hough. Catherine Ellis leaves her ability to “smile when everything goes dead wrong” to Willis Drake. Frank Anderson bequeaths his quiet, retiring disposition to Tommy Scanlon. Fifteen