Euclid Shore High School - Shore Log Yearbook (Euclid, OH)

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,CX ,Aa f' gflx lfamt f 1 . ,H f- Q f -I 4. ff fi ' If ,ff xl fy' lx ' K5 i 5 lfgzj WM at U-fr' N X2 4 TV X ,- Prophetic Pictures CCont.j Listen to her, would youf' said VVilliam, do you know, Harry, she is considered one of the most talented pianists of the day. Don't make me laugh, said Mabel with her characteristic Hippancy. and don't forget the concert. I'll have the tickets for you tomorrow. she added as she started off toward the dining hall. You bet we won't, said Harry, I guess you and l had better be going, George. They exchanged goodnights and Harry and George passed out into the well lighted street. On the corner of Dillie and Euclid Avenue was fl K r Sulzerfs popular moving picture theatre. They , were both arrested by the alluring signs displayed 4, - in front. il Z A A Humph-This is one on me, said George, jj 5, reading the sign aloud. Donald Rogers, starring j Tonightf, Film directed by Ralph Knuthu ,f I guess it's your turn to do the explaining, Harry. Nothing simpler. Ralph and Donald are both R in Hollywood at present working on a new film. f Ralph likes his work very much and is achieving 'xiflrl' a wide reputation in film land. Donald is en- amoured with his Work and more than once been called the second Charlie Chaplinf' Wi IIID? P i lllll lllllll Ilan :'.::::-.ss 31 'Tl-IIIEQ-ll ll PM This has been a day of surprises for all of us soliloquized George, as they moved on. On parting for the night Harry said, I wouldn't be a bit surprised to wake up in the morning and find it all a dream. HA good night's rest will help toward making your dream seem real. So long.', So long. Hardly had Harry breakfiasted the next morn- ing when a letter was handed him. He opened it eagerly. It was from VVilhelmina Daus, the mayor, and requested Harry's presence at her palatial home on Friday. The affair was to be a class reunion. Telegrams had been sent to Ralph and Donald. On Friday the class of,22 assembled with their greatest friend, Miss Burgess. It was an event that none ever forgot. Harry, of course. had been asked to make the toast and he sug- gested that after this there ought to be a reunion every year. His suggestion met with unanimous favor. VVilhelmina Daus. Celia Camine. 20

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-. Prophetic Pictures CCont.J Oh, yes. he owns a ZOO acre farm on the out- . skirts of the city and with his knowledge o scientific farming there are few farms that can compete with hisf' l lx 'E 1 QI f 12 A, Going out into the lobby they perceived a man standing beside a magazine rack. He was reading 44,41 a late issue ol the American', chuckling while he read. Well, Bill, let us in on the joke, George called Ili 5' to him. I f Bill looked up to behold Harry and George iff: coming toward him. W7 Hello, Bill, how's the world treating you? -5 G . . , . . ' A ' Pretty lair, , he replied shaking hands de- I. X' lightedly with Harry. P . 'Pretty fain! I should say so, said George, . VVhy he owns our biggest movie theater as well , as this hotelf, f Say,,' broke in Bill to change the subject, I've , just been reading your latest story, ikwllllllllhfl, not Cutef It's a ripper. Who ever dreamt that you'd I V be a famous humorist P l ,, . g . S e VVell you see I just had to use my sense ol f. ,f iii I G2 ii lg . . I 5? iii my B fl ,ilu Ebhiunb humor in some way and much as I detest to write it was the only thing to dof' At this juncture two young ladies entered. One was petite and auburn-haired, the other had dark hair and curling lashes. Step this way and see whom we have with us. Bill shouted to them. Of all people, they ejaculated simultaneously. if it isn't Harry. Why hello there. Helen and Mabel, said Harry, equally surprised. How long have you been here. Harry? Seen old It. H. S. yet? asked Helen. I just came today, but I,ve been learning fast. ask George 1fI haven't. but I haven't gotten as 1.-:sux lar as that. Iell me about it. .- is NG-S You wouldn't be apt to recognize it anymore. It has increased over live times it's former size and where they had but six teachers they now have forty. At present I am teaching Art there. So you're an artist. Illl bet you're a good one. too. I'll say she is. This time it was Mabel who I W, iota , I xi I rf , QER' n' N fewfrlxpt X TWIN' i l JL '3 spoke, VVon,t you people come to the concert tif' lfi tomorrow night. Our company is giving it and l I ' H ' am to assist the orchestra by making the ivories stutterf' 1'l

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Class Prophecy VVAS seated in my studio, they call them atelier in Paris, putting the finishing touches on a canvas which I had just about completed. My thoughts were running in two different channels. I was thinking of the painting and whether it would win the prize at the Paris Salon and whether I should have a rich elaborate frame or a plain simple one. As for the other strain of musing, the painting might again account for it, in fact it did. I was thinking of days gone by, my school days, twenty years past. The subject of my picture was an old gray haired man sitting before an old-fashioned hre- place recalling the days of his youth. I called the painting lVIemories. Recently I often caught myself brooding deeply over things which I knew, if indulged in too much, would make me morbid and dull. Such was the case now and it was with difliculty that I aroused myself when my servant announced that a lady was waiting in the vestibule and wished to come in and speak to me about a portrait. I looked at the card and on it was written eIVIrs. Van- dergould, New York. Ah,', I exclaimed to myself, a lady from my native land, how delightful. Show her in, Lucienf, A moment later I was standing face to face with a woman about thirty-live years of age, but still retaining much of her girlish beauty. Her hair was a wonderful burnished gold, and bobbed, for all the women have their hair bobbed now, young and old. In this well dressed and elegant personage that stood before me I recalled someone I used to know, but who that someone was I could not say just then. I was somewhat startled when she spoke. Why, hello Al, you keep a grand looking place here, don't you? What! don't you remember me?,' At the sound of her voice I knew instantly who she was and I replied eagerly, Hello, yourself, Loretta Dowd, you came just in time. I was going to pack up and take a trip to the U. S. A. again to see the family and also any one else I used to know. By the way, Loretta, you don't look so poorf' Indeed her rich dress and aristocratic air told of wealth. She replied: Well, no. I have money enough to last me I guess. You know when IVIr. Vandergould died he left something like two million for me but of course I had to give a good share of it to the Soviet. Great Scott. Retta, you didn't marry Mr. Vandergould of New York City! I-Ie,s dead you say and you a widow, I exclaimed astonished. Yes,H she nodded and continued, Since the Socialist Revolution he worried himself to death. You know how the Communists preyed on the wealthy. Al, New York today is simply overrun with those terrible Russian Guards. Gf course Paris is full of them too, but New York, well you see we are not used to it over there. Itls the same all over the world I suppose since the Bolsheviks came into power. Don,t I know it though, I replied sadly. The Russians have invaded the world of art as well as politics. It takes all I can do to keep my position. Let me see, you came here to interview me about a portrait didn't you? Xvell I am at your service. Why yes, I did offer that as an excuse to see you. I saw your name on numerous pictures at the Louvre and the Salon and I felt that being here I couldnlt lose this opportunity of coming to visit you. Being here though I think I shall have you do me in oilf' Now, 'Retta, since youlre here and will be coming here for some time. because it will take quite a number of sittings, you know, let's talk of old times and forget the present. I was to have my wish gratified at last. Surely I.oretta would know something about the home folks and the old Shore crowd. I continued: When did you see or hear about jim last? He just seemed to drop right out of my horizon or else I dropped from his when I came to Paris. You realize, Loretta. that I have never returned home since I came here twenty years agof, 21