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OUR Yissrizanays 4 1 CLASS PRGPHECY In these years siuce 1930 what wonders have not been wrought in the field of science. It is one of these wonders of science that I am indebted for a great deal of pleasure. A friend of mine, Chella Allmon, had been working for years in her psycho-analytical labo- ratory trying to accomplish something, I knew not what. She came to me one day and told me that she was now able by tests which she had standardized after years of research to determine the relative force of thoughts passing through the human brain. Moreover she was sometimes able to project the dominant mental action through time and space into some supreme form of realization. I-Iomesickness occasioned by long years of absence from Fort VYayne and the sudden appearance of my friend, made me rash. I asked her to prove her power by demonstrating on me. VX'ithout consciously removing myself from the room, I began recognizing places which I knew as a girl. There was the church on VVashington street. A woman was at the door shaking hands with the members of the congregation as they came out of the door. Her face looked strangely familiar. I asked Chella if she knew who she was. She replied, Yes, her name used to be Dorothy Mitchell. Then I heard the woman ask someone a question, and I knew immediately that it was Dorothy. So -lerome was a minister! For a moment there was a blur before my eyes. As it cleared I saw a large new build- ing in a poor section of the city. And what is this? I asked. Fort VVayne's new set- tlement house, replied Chella. :'One minute and you will be inside. VVatch carefully, you may see someone whom you know, Inside I noticed a door standing open on which were the words Superintendent's Office. VVhom do you suppose I saw seated at the desk? Martha More! She had time for only a word of greeting, but a glance about the place told me how bravely she was working to right the wrongs of society. The vision faded and I found myself in the hall of the new North Side High School. Coming toward me was a woman who stepped along with poise and dignity. This is the principal, murmured Chella. Look carefully, do you know her? She swung past me, then turned around, and called my name. VVhen she smiled, I knew her. VVell, Florence Rohrer, do show me around your school. She explained to me that the school included all the grades from the primary through High School. She opened the door of a room and motioned to me to go in. The room was filled with visitors observing a demonstration lesson. Afterward a supervisor talked to the visitors about the fme way in which the les- son had been presented. However, I did not hear what she said, for I was wondering why Florence had slipped me into this particular room without making any comment. My ques- tion was answered the next minute when I was aroused from my reverie at hearing the supervisor say, I hope you will come to observe Miss Tucker whenever you have a chance, for she is doing some very fine work. So she wasn't an understudy to Miss Holland for nothing! I found myself in a richly furnished drawing room. I could scarcely move my lips, but I managed to wlnsper, VVhere am I? A woman pushed aside the portieres and came toward me. At the same time I heard Chella's voice saying faintly, Think and you will remember her. Slowly the features and movements seemed to become familiar. Then at the sound of her voice, I knew her. Ramona Smith, I gasped, To think I- should see you since you are a famous authoress. After modestly changing the subject, she invited me to have tea with her. On the table I noticed some of her books which you may have read: My Four Years in School Teaching and From the Basement to the Drawing Room or the Poisoned Potato. Again the scene was changed. I was in the midst of a public meeting. A woman was speaking on How We Should Raise Our Children. I said, I do not know who this is. Listen to her carefully, I could hear Chella saying, If you do not know her when she has finished speaking, I will tell you. VVho could she be? She had finished talking. My mind was still a blank concerning her identity. I heard Chella's voice, It is Faith VVagner. Immediately I went to speak to her. I said, I suppose you got your ideas on children from your teaching. She replied, Yes, and too, I got some ideas on the subject from my own six. VVould you have believed it? The next thing that Hashed before my eyes was a Calhoun street window on which was printed the words: M, Osborn-Matrimonial Agency. In one minute I found myself in- side the building in Marjorie's private office. I expressed my surprise at finding her in this business and asked her how she happened to do such a thing. She said she got the idea while in Normal. She wished she might do something for her class mates and had tried in this way to accomplish her wish. She was certainly carrying on a prosperous business. I wondered how many of the girls had patronized her, but I could not ask her to betray her professional secrets. Again the scenes shifted. I was in front of a farmhouse. In every direction I could see chickens, white chickens. A woman came out of the house. As we talked she seemed more and more familiar to me. VVhen she laughed, I knew her. It was little Ruth NVhit- tern, really and truly grown up. But what of the teaching profession? I asked her. She had deserted it, she told me, for a man, a mere man, and a flock of chickens.
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.to Out vYliSTIZ.RDAYS OUR PARTIES ,lust one short month after the opening of school, the Seniors invited us to a hard- times party. Invitations read, Dress accordingly. VVe did-and imagine our surprise and embarrassment when we were obliged to meet the Faculty and the Seniors-dressed as if for a ball! Oh fatal day-we were initiated into the Normal School in a most horrible fashion. lNe survived the eating of hamburger and onion sandwiches, and after games, and dancing and the enjoyment of dainty refreshments, we decided to give the Seniors another chance. On February IS the Seniors again invited us to a party. VVill the Seniors ever forget how well we were represented there that night? As most of us had previous engagements, we just got to hear that the alumnae were the honor guests and that the hostesses served French pastry. NN'e were sorry, the Seniors forgiving, and our friendship remained un- broken. By April we had gained enough of class strength and material possessions to under- take the entertainment of the Seniors and Faculty. The fun started with the very first game-no before that, for didn't we have to visit the park in search of decorative equip- ment? But to come back to the hrst game-we divided ourselves into two equal groups, and with the help of the alphabet printed on cards, we managed to spell a number of words as difficult as term, party, and month, The losers in this unique spelling match enter- tained the winners with a very suggestive stunt. A lace curtain from the library and a basket of Howers from the piano were thrust upon Bertha May and to the melody of Here Comes the Bride she was forced to lead a procession around and around the room. Vile thought the joke was on Berthy. How did we know she had been married since October? Autumn brought cool evenings when marshmallow and wiener bakes are popular. Lakeside Park was the scene of one after-school party, which we gave for the Faculty. Don't you remember how we played Streets and Alleys, and Dodge Ball ? And didn't the crowd of thirty-one make short work of the food? A bake just for the Seniors was given at Henrietta Ross' home. Oh but it was cold that night! K Then the time came for us to give our party for the alumnae. VVe are agreed that the outstanding feature of the evening's entertainment was an impromptu rehearsal. After a number of innocent teachers and alumnae were given their places on the stage, the name of the play was announced- The Gathering of the Nuts. Perhaps you wouldn't have laughed at the expression on their faces! Our Christmas party for the Faculty was most enjoyable. Best of all we liked the gift exchange. How we laughed when Rappy received from Miss VVilber everything she asked for- a silk kimono, a diamond ring. a traveler's bag. a set of books and a cedar chest. Two Friday evenings in February stand out in our history. The first was the Kid Party at Faith VVagner's home. Of course, it was hard to tell who looked the cutest, and who performed best in our vaudeville program. Then there was the dinner party given us by the Faculty. VVe'll have to aclmit it was the best ever. VVe wonder if Miss Hale still crows, if Miss Yost and Miss Ruggles still caw and if Miss Brenn still hee-haws. Remember? Late in the spring we had a lovely party at the home of Dorothy Mitchell. And the very next week we were summoned to the home of Helen Rapp. The sudden arrival of our old friend Ruth Matthews, just for the night, gave us an opportunity to see her once more, or at least to hear her, for those of us who could not come talked with her on the ' hone. p VVe thought this might be the last of our parties, but the other day we heard the rumor that the Faculty was planning something. Perhaps it's for us, and then we'll have to tell it to you another time. -HELEN RAPP. XVHY TEACHERS HAVE NERVOUS BREAKDOVVNS My inkwell's dry. Shall we put on our gyms? Umlay I leave the room? My shoe str1ng's in a knot. My pencil is broken. ls this all .right?,' Y H1 hm-enk any paper, Are we going outdoors today? John is pulling my hair. UMHY I get 3 flflnkfn Misr Bren-rz Cbefore a music lessonj- Sam, will you bring me my pitch-fork? N. B.-Miss Brenn hails from a North Dakota ranch. AT THF FEEBfi?3i1NDED HOME I A , Ill. E. Ealon- I should like to know the qualifications for admittance to your insti- tution. ----
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