Farrell High School - Reflector Yearbook (Farrell, PA)

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1922 (thr iRrflrrtur Page 25 plays for Alfred Schermer, who is now a clown in Barnum and Bailey Circus. When I glanced again into the mirror, in the operating room of a large charity hospital, I recognized Milton Klein, head surgeon, and Lawrence Green, a successful doctor. Madeline Scott was one of the matrons, just as patient as ever. Billy Thomas and John Hetra had accomplished their greatest desire and had become professional baseball players. John Mixer is now a pastor of a Methodist church. Gertrude lams is the choir leader. A part of Chicago’s business section showed to me a large Wool worth Five and Ten Cent Store of which Philip Foley is the manager. Mary Miles is Philip’s private secretary. Margaret Roux, now Mrs. Foley, has just entered and has passed into Mr. Foley’s office. Then a school building appeared and Mary Uber is teaching fourth grade, while not far away Stella Thompson is teaching sixth grade. Ida Remaley, gentle and kind as usual, is teaching kindergarten This time the magic mirror showed to me a home in California. Not far away I saw Mrs. McHugh, nee Nell Stillstrom, and Robert Luckey, who leads a band almost equal to Sousa’s famous band, playing tennis. Again a laboratory, where I saw Tony Pintar, chief chemist, and Tony Kilbert, his assistant, proving some of the mysteries of chemistry. As the next picture passed, I saw Cecil Guffey, living in Meadville, teaching elocution in Allegheny College. An office in a department store flashed across the mirror. Bill Car-dille was arguing with the head dressmaker, Helen Somogyi. The picture which I saw next was a court room, and Mary Scardina, who was recently admitted to the bar, argued her first case. Beulah Smith’s name was posted before a theatre. Beulah had captivated New York with her beautiful voice. Then the last picture, a picture of our “Alma Mater.” As the last picture faded away I stood gazing at the mirror, wishing that I could again visit all my class mates of ’22. O. A., ’22

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Page 24 «.hr Slrtlrdur 1922 (Elaafi Prnphmj of 22 One afternoon as I was walking in the woods, I found a small sparrow with a broken wing. It looked so pitiful and forlorn that even my adamant heart was touched, and I resolved to take it home and care for it. In a week the wing had healed and I was ready to send the sparrow back into the woods again. Kissing it, I said: “Farewell, little sparrow, farewell.” But what was my surprise when I saw before me a maiden, wondrous fair. Her hair was long and golden; her dress fell in soft loose folds around her; on her arm was a basket, woven of sweet scented grasses and filled with luscious fruit. Then she spoke. “I am Pomono, goddess of fruit and youth. The wicked Loki though he could deprive the gods of life by enchanting me. It only needed a human kiss to set me free. I offer this mirror to you as a reward. You may have one wish and the mirror will show you what you most desire to see. I would give you some fruit but eternal youth is for the gods alone. I must hurry away or Aesir will die before I return.” Thus speaking, she vanished. But I was still holding a small mirror in my hand, thus proving to me that I had not been dreaming. I pondered as to what the wish should be and I thought, of all my desires, that so see my old friends of the class of ’22 would be the dearest wish I could make. Quickly I wished before the opportunity of a glimpse of the impossible might be snatched away from my grasp. Scarcely had I breathed my wish when a stately mansion loomed before me. The door opened and Mrs. Bullock, formerly Miss Ida Allen, came out and entered her limousine. Then that picture vanished and another took its place. This, the science department of Harvard University, where a lecture was being given by Professor Bobby, discoverer of perpetual motion. I looked again, Miss Evans, physics teacher, speaking with the President of a Girls’ Seminary in Tennessee, James Willard. Then at Wellesley, I recognized Carl Bissett, who was now a very, very successful coach of girls’ athletics. Carl has chosen for his assistant, Billy Moder. Both were held in high esteem by the girl devotees. Then another picture flashed across the mirror. This time it revealed a low. white, rambling bungalow, on a large ranch, and in the drivewray a Stutz Bear Cat was parked. On the porch the wealthy Joe Carroll was apparently waiting for some one. As this picture faded, I saw Mrs. Morris, formerly Goldia Hinkson. who professed herself a man-hater, had finally fallen to the charms of Idris, who is now a successful business man. A picture of an opera in which Belle Collins, pianist, was the big feature of the evening, then one of George Dvoryak, also a noted pianist, and Ella Rosenberg, leading a jazz orchestra, flashed before me. Then a foreign university, one in Berlin, in which David Gregory was finishing his course in voice culture. It was then proven to me that Sara Heizler was a famous violinist and

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Page 26 iThr Hrflrrtar 1922 iUrmitrira nf ’22 Four happy years we have wended our way Through the work and fun of old Farrell High, And now let come to pass what may, We must spread our wings and prepare to fly. Life’s flight spreads before us with a fate we do not know Maybe ’tis struggle or perhaps it is fame. But whatever we be or wherever we go, One bright, splendorous vision will always remain. We will ever remember our High School career, The friends we made, the lessons we learned, Our difficulties met without fear And praise bestowed where praise had been earned. The things we forget will only be two, The petty quarrels and the little troubles. We’re seniors now, of the gold and blue. And the mean little things float off as faded bubbles. We are thinking now of just the joy and glory Of working and playing and of being chums, Of each prank, trick, joy and humorous story. And Oh, we are sorry leave-taking time has come. How our hearts cherish the dewy red rose, The flowery emblem and the noble sign While Class “Twenty-Two” cherished and chose As the mark of our work and good will for all time. The colors we love are those of our class, God meant them for us, the red and white. The red stands for courage and strength of our class, The other for purity, faith and honor of right. What a wonderful thing our class motto seems! The words it contains are few and small, But oh. what honor and fame it brings To the senior who follows “Strive Upward” that’s all. And now we beseech you, memorable friend, Do not forget, but be loyal and true, As the years roll by and your memory’s trend Recalls to your thoughts the class of twenty-two. G. H., ’22