Ferndale Union High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Ferndale, CA)

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Qllass Prophecy Dorothy Fulmore, ,I5, and Annie Canty, lI5. We were sitting on the bank, as the sun was setting, gazing absently across the blue water of the lake, thinking of, and regretting, the day when we should leave old F. U. H. S. Everything was still, except for the occasional chirruping of a robin going to rest. Suddenly a beautiful nymph clad in shining white garments that glowed in rainbow colors as the dying sun touched her filmy draperies, rose from the water. She held in her hand a magic wand and asked in her low, musical voice, as she met our wondering gaze: 'fVVould you like to know the fate of the Class of Fifteen? Let me show you what they will be doing in 1930? . Yes, yes, we replied eagerly. Then listen attentively and I will show youf' replied the nymph, as she struck her jeweled wand over the shiny water and the class of fifteen appeared clad in the garments of the Future. The first we noticed was Abbie, who was explaining theorems to a class of interested geometry students at the University of California. As Abbie faded from sight the scene shifted and we found ourselves gazing upon a large crowd gathered for the purpose of seeing a famous aviator make another of his daring flights. Recognizing a few of the buildings we asked the nymph, Is this not Paris P Yes, she answered, and the aviator is Clyde Morrison. And we held our breath as he soared high in.the air, then seemed to fall to earth, each time starting up before he would be dashed to pieces. When he descended we noticed a very stylish and well dressed young lady going to the edge of the crowd to speak to him. She looked familiar and when she faced us we knew her to be Mary Lanini. The nymph told us that she was'the Countess of Glenn, and a member of the royal society of England. Next we were given a glimpse of a little town in Texas, and who should come riding into the street but John Trigg, a wealthy cowboy. The nymph seemed to jump from one place to another and we next found ourselves in London in front of a tailor shop which bore the sign: Cruickshanks 81 Terkelsen, Royal Tailors. Again we were brought across the ocean and by the smoke, the grime and roar, we recognized Chicago, where we were dropped into a studio of magnifi- cent proportions, where we saw Leonard Williams busily directing the placing of the scenery, for his latest photoplay. -In one of the rooms was Karl Neuhaus smiling his old smile, as he talked to a fair-haired girl, whom we knew to be Thyra Petersen. The nymph told us that Thyra was leading lady and Karl lead- ing man in Leonard's latest production. The nymph again waved her wand and we were looking down a beautiful street in Havana. Huge posters in gaudy yellows, reds and blues, proclaimed a fight between Edward McDonough, heavyweight champion, known as Jimmy Jones, and Enos Sweasey, lightweight, known as Rompo Gamboni. We could 9

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Qtlass iiaistnrp Mabel Lanini, ,I5. Our Senior year, which, when we entered high school as Freshmen in 1911, looked so very far away, has drawn to a close. They have gone by so rapidly that We can hardly realize that our High School days are really ended. We feel that we owe our success to our teachers and schoolmates who have helped us in our difficulties and encouraged us in our undertakings. Twenty-eight -of us entered, but before the year had passed we lost six of our number: Leona Earley, Agnes Coppini, Josephine Coppini, Thalia Varian, Anita Frame, and Laura Bouchard. In our Sophomore year Eloise Spencer, Mary Church, and Henry Clausen left us and we were joined by Thyra Petersen and Annie Canty. As juniors we were glad to welcome Reece Cruickshanks and Clyde Morri- son as members of our class. At this time Irma Neuhaus, taking extra work, entered the Senior Class. Dorothy Fulmore and Esther Hough joined us in our Senior year. Our class has taken an active part in athletics. Each year many members have been on the different teams. As Seniors also we had a representative on the Debating Team. Believing that the school would take more interest and that we would pub- lish a better paper, we have picked the Tomahawk staff from the whole Stu- dent Body instead of from the Senior Class, as the custom formerly has been. Each year we have labored to raise the standard of our school. We feel that our years in the high school have been well spent. W'e have learned to concentrate our minds and have developed higher ideals and a stronger will power. Thus we feel better prepared to go out into the world and do our part. - ff ll gill . li? 'K 3 W N 1- 'fri ul ,M xl A A X riff f T ., 4? X 1 X i l A 51524 f iflcf:-f ff xg E 6,1 xx f tlwwvll l I J , A lf , 426' 7,1 llyffi , '9' , . i . w fl ll ' , , If . - 7 -x I ul flri Wi f 7 ' M m- F r L X lx 'ffl ' it .Ig l, '1i iii'!! 1 Y , fl y 1 ll ' 'iii m l xl' as K+. . .1-,Q l T 'T ixx . . . ii X - N lil .17 A- ' ' ' n . f Q5' ,Fir ' r,,,.....--A-Q

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not help but wonder at the lowered position these two members of our class had taken. From the streets of Havana, we were taken to a large San Francisco hos- pital, where we saw May johnson, busy, capable matron, and were shown the room where she was trying to ease the suffering of a pale young man, who had been slightly injured in the auto race that day. The patient, the nymph told us, was Sidney Nielsen. The scene shifted from the hospital to a theater in Berlin. The curtain was up and a girl dressed in a gown, which by its beautyfadded to the charm of the singer stood alone upon the stage. When she sang her audience was spellbound, and after her song, she was obliged to respond to an encore, her audience was so insistent. It was then that we recognized in her graceful and gracious manner our former schoolmate, Mae King. As the curtain fell the orchestra began to play, and we were astounded to see Mabel Lanini acting as leader. The scene had changed, but it was the same city, only a different building, the famous College of Berlin, and, acting as instructor of medicine, we found Esther Hough. One of the students was Kinnison Boynton. We had never known that he was interested in medicine and thought, perhaps, there might be some other reason for his presence there. The jeweled wand sparkled, as the fairy waved it over her head, and revealed to us a little Fishing village, and on the river which ran by, a boat drifted with the tide and in it, casting his nets, was Meredith Ring. As the long, purple shadows of twilight began to steal over the lake we were shown a street in Washington, D. C.. It was thronged with people, waiting to see the women who had marched across the continent, to plead for suffrage. The leader was our carefree Jennie Trigg. Among the crowd who were gath- ered there, we saw a refined looking lady, sitting in an automobile, whom we were told was a prominent beauty specialist. In her we recognized our former classmate, Florence Crosby. Night was closing over the landscape-only dimly could we discern the floating garments of the fairy: and her wand, in spite of its gems, looked dead and dull in her hand. As we gazed upon her-gradually fading into the lake-we suddenly real- ized that she had not told us what we should be doing in 1930. Eagerly we called to her, begging that she unfold the Future for us. But only the soft ripple of the tiny waves, as they washed the sandy shore, and only the faint echo of an eerie Good-bye floated back to us from the rippling sur- face of the pool. I0