Frankfort High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Frankfort, IN)

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T II E CA U LI) BON CLA55 PROPHECY In nineteen hundred and forty-three, A sum of money was willed to me. From whom I got it I will not say, But that I procured it in an honest way. Back to Frankfort I’d take a trip, By foot, by car, by train, by ship; It was many weary miles away; Just how far I could not say. I traveled far, I traveled long, But surely there must be something wrong; Along my way I had not seen Any of my class of old nineteen. I arrived in Frankfort, it seemed so good; Tall buildings all around me stood. 1 asked a policeman the way to go; He recognized me, it was Sam Reno. We shook hands as old friends should. And show me the way, he surely would. “Frankfort, you see ' he said to me, “Is ten times as large as it used to be. The buildings now all scrape the sky. What caused this growth, I’ll tell you why In 1919, you should know, Of the little school where we used to go. TV nty-Xine

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THE C A U L I) R O N ARTHUR MILNE. Art. (German Club, ’16; Forum). “That man that hath a tongue. I say, is no man. If with hig tongue he cannot win a woman.” WILLIAM GHKItK. “Sister. (German Club. ’17: Botany Assistant. 19; Le Cercle Francais, ’19; Forum. ’17; French Play; Class Play). How clear, how keen, how marvelously bright. Twc nty-Eight

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Til E CAULDRON On Prairie Creek the ruins stand. Although the stones have turned to sand. It keeps its place there in the sun, A monument to work and fun. Our class graduated there you see, And proved twice as bright as it seemed to be. When I began this experience of mine. I felt I could tell it all in rhyme, but my dream was disturbed, and Coleridge-like, I could no longer write in verse. But, feeling sure the world would want to know the story of this illustrious class, I determined to continue in prose. Having received this most astonishing information concerning my old class of 1919, I. led by Sam Reno, proceeded to investigate the great work thereof. Magnificent residences lined the street. At one fine home we stopped and rang the bell. Much to my bewilderment, Marjorie Garrott opened the door. I saw a group at which I stared and stared, for who should they be but Doris Irwin, Martha Lucas and Catharine Crebs, enjoying a quiet game of poker. We joined the girls for a social game, but finally I knew I must go, if I hoped to see all of my old childhood town. That I might see as much as possible in my limited time, we called a taxi, and we drove off in a large Ford limousine, owned by the taxi company of Durbin and Donoho. From mv seat in the car. I saw many familiar names, such as Allen Aughe, Undertakers; Denton Stair, Beauty Parlors. The building containing the beautiful parlors was at least thirty stories high, and had been built by Contractor Robert Cripe. for the beauty parlors, exclusively. One sign that particularly took my eye was “McKinsey, Parker Werts. Fine Ladies’ Hats, Satisfaction in your hands.” This establishment took about ten stories of a building which Sam told me was owned by James McClamroch. The rest of the building was taken up by the Gum Van-Eaton rhubarb pie factory, which Sam said, did a thriving business keeping Charles Emery and Frank Kirkpatrick full of pie. These men had retired, after building two business blocks, and began loafing, especially around the Sheets Thompson’s Cigar Store. The latter men had made their fortune selling blood orange pop. I saw County Clerk Harker. who Sam told me, was running for congress against Judge Moss, on the Total Ignorance ticket. We drove on past a magnificent building built by the Benjamin Norris Mud Boat Company. We got out here to look at this building and found Marybelle Dolt, the famous interior decorator, giving the inside the finishing touches. Miss Dolt had decorated the interior of most every important building in town, such as Robert Morris’ Hamburger Stand, and Gladys Wall’s Art Gallery. Just at this moment in our drive, Sam asked me if I did not want to go to the court house where I might see many of my old acquaintances, for the case of Boulden against Lewis was being tried. Beatrice Boulden had filed suit against Bruce Lewis for insulting one of her pet white rats hv calling him a little rascal. The lawyers for the plaintiff were Lewis Russell and Herbert Moore; while those for the defendant were Aleto Waldo and Esther Cann. I glanced over toward the jury, who were mostly women, some of whom were quite brilliant looking. To my surprise, among the number were Grace Catron. Della Christy, Sarah Duncan. Cornelia Kennedy, Trella Kelly, Mary Scheirer, Myrtle VanMeter, and Nadine Vincent, sitting in their seats staring at me. They may have recognized me, I know not. As the trial went on. Policewoman, Blanche Hardin, brought the quivering prisoner to the stand. His appearance was so heart-rending that Thirty