Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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Prophecy for 1901, PART I. DIDN’T dream, I didn’t have a vision, I didn’t go to war, nor discover an old manuscript, — I simply went to school, — but why should I call it school ? Only the outside of the build- ing remained the same and when I entered, every room had become a city in which I found some of my former classmates. As I entered the basement, the place took on the appearance of Jerusa- lem and as I walked through it I recognized Carlton Knight excavating about an ancient palace. He had already found many valuable religious manuscripts and expected to find many more. Surprised to visit foreign lands without having to travel to them, I walked upstairs and as I passed into the place where the study-room had been, I found myself in New York. Here I heard Miss Annie Cannon give a very able speech as lawyer for the defence in a famous case between two large compa- nies. Bursts of applause frequently came to my ears and I learned afterward that she succeeded in winning $20,000,000 for the corporation whose counsel she was. Not far from this I entered a large private school, where Miss Marguerite D. Haskell was delivering an informal talk to a class of girls on “Baseball for Spare Moments.’’ It is needless to say that it was very fine. After walking a short distance, a lady mistaking me, as I thought, for some acquaintance came toward me smiling pleasantly. After a few min- utes conversation I learned that this was Miss Ernestine Harding in dis- guise. She had become a detective and was now going to California in search of some stolen diamonds. Up in the Hall, or rather in Denver, our president, Frank Elliott, ap- peared. After graduating from “Tech,’’ he had been successful as a min- ing engineer, and was now nominated as mayor of the city. In the Physics room, which was now changed into Boston, I found the greatest number of my classmates. At a concert in Symphony Hall I heard Nellie Dixon called forth again and again to sing to a delighted au- dience. Eater I was told that the fame of Joseph Dustin even now rivalled some of our ancient masters. Here I discovered Butman at an early hour (strange event) working as- siduously to perfect a system of mind telegraphy. He told me that, within 24

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And weary with the heat was now at rest. Upon the young man’s face, his pleading eyes With soft entreaty gazed. ‘‘Kind sir,” he said, ‘‘Please bring to me a drink from yonder brook, For weariness my strength o’erpowers, I fain Would rest.” ‘‘Nay, nay, dear child,” the vouth replies, ‘‘I would that I might help thee in thy need, But nobler purpose bids me hasten on; I seek the brilliant temple known as Fame. Detain me not, for mine a glorious life Must be.” So still as day by day passed by, Fresh chance had he for aiding needy ones, But scarce a glance to each one vouchsafed he, As ever on he made his way to reach Fame’s temple fair. At last he gained the lofty glitt’ring gate, Where goddess Duty, sitting, held the key To Glory’s inner shrine. As he drew near he cried, ‘‘Oh, noble queen! Give now thy key to one, who struggling on Has run life’s course.” But goddess Duty Only sighed: “Alas, vain one,” she said, “ ’Twas I, who in the guise of lovely child Desired a cup of water at thy hand, ’Twas I you met, yea, all along your path In forms of sore distress and need. Each time You passed me by with mere regretful words, Therefore depart — for Fame cannot be thine.” And so the vision left me, all amazed, As round me sank the waning day. Full soon, O friends, our school days will be o’er. We all to various needs of life must turn ; So let us, then, with true and hearty zeal, Be faithful in each little task to come, For only thus can lasting Fame be won. And may, in future years, in life’s great book, ’Midst names of those in grace and honor high Be read the names of Nineteen Hundred One. — Joseph K. Dustin.

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a year, he woul d be able to inform his classmates of his invention though they were on the other side of the earth, without the means of telegraph, letters, or human speech. Miss Georgietta Harvey was busily writing in a lawyer’s office where she won merited respect and esteem. In one of the finest hospitals of the suburbs, I saw Miss Geneva Bowden, tenderly earing for the sick. As I passed into Miss Sibley’s room, the city of Springfield rose before me, and on picking up a newspaper near by I read; “The Illustrated Lec- ture delivered by Miss Annie Dry den Cheves on ‘Photography and its Re- lation to High Art,’ was exceptionally interesting. She stated many new ideas and showed many wonderful examples of her own work. We prophesy a glorious career for this young lady.” As I passed into the place where Miss Slade’s room had been, I found myself gazing at the beautiful buildings of the Cashing Academy, Ashburn- ham. Such queer sounds came through the open windows that I thought I would enter, and to my great surprise I found Eugene Dixon teaching French to a class of Junior young ladies. It took his whole attention to quiet the girls. The)” were all talking together and so I passed on unno- ticed to the city of Gloucester, where once had been the library. Here I found that Miss Davis had won such renown by the many socials which she had planned for the Senior Class that she was called upon from far and wide to exercise her genius for church, societv and school. Miss Beaton was placidly seated in a pleasant school room teaching the “2x2” to pretty little misses. Walter Da} still remained at Gloucester where he spent his time in phil- anthropic works. It seems a large fortune had been left him and G. H. S. received her share in a new library and an up-to-date lunch counter. As I passed down the Hall, the Capitol at Washington rose before me and I saw Miss Corinne Hall enter the White House — but not as its mis- tress — this was simply her honey-moon. I found Germany in Miss Wilder’s room, and as a car passed me in a crowded street of Berlin, I caught a glimpse of Richard Conant poring over a book. I learned that he had become a. noted philosopher and that his words were as highly respected as those of the ancient Solomon. As I walked upstairs to visit the chemical laboratory, I found myself trans- ported into Paris where I beheld George David, United States Ambassador. 2 5 SAWYER FREE LIBRART Gl JIir.ESTRfi macg