Gloucester High School - Flicker Yearbook (Gloucester, MA)

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PropHecy of 05 Oh hasten ineinbers of ’05 and quickly gather round. You surely will be much surprised to see hat has been found, ’Twas cast upon Pavilion Beach ; on top it is directed — “ To Class of Nineteen Hundred Five, most honored and respected.” It is a wondrous slot machine with nickles to be fed ; If you wish to know your destiny and hear your future read. Come Colley drop your nickle in, let Hodsdon turn the crank And do not lose your temper if the oracle’s too frank. ” Up and down the platform of a school-house down in Maine, Struts Master Hunter Colley with his spectacles and cane. Miss Alice Garland now we see, each person’s palm she’ll rea«l By telling them of future bliss with truthfulness and speed. The leader of the Mormon Church, a harem at his heels, George Towle has fully twenty homes at which to take his meals. Our st}dish Neva tries on hats and bonnets very gay. She sits before the looking-glass at thirty cents per day. Poor Tester has he come to this — a dump-cart full of asties ! He haunts back-yards in overalls and wipes his dusty lashes. Fanny Allen’s set up shop a hairdresser to be. Pomade and wigs adorn the room for everyone to see. Richard Bradford Fisher, horticulturist well-known, Is trying to make daisies grow within the Arctic zone. In foreign lands beyond the sea among the heathen blacks. There never does Miss Ethel Wykes her iron rule relax. With sober face and upright pose, upon a horse’s back, Behold ! here Norman Abbott comes, best jockey on the track. 24

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THE vSENIOR CEASvS— 1905.

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Lelia Smith at district school we find in state of ease Using bamboo rulers on small culprits on her knees. Louis G Rowe and Company a pickle factory runs While o’er the street his tiny wife sells pink ice-cream and buns. What ! simple Daisy braves the storms and gales upon the sea ! A fisher after whales and sharks and hard-shelled clams is she. William Brown sits by the fire with four babies on his knee, While mother gets the supper ; he’s a family man you see. There on a quiet, country street within a tiny store. Fair Iva, selling two-cent buns, expounds her pickle lore. With medicine and instruments comes Dr. Jack to view, To visit small-pox patients and prescribe a thing or two. Behold Miss Procter passes by, her name known far and near ! Explorer of the North is she, of frost she has no fear. George Edward Hodsdoniski, a composer of great note. Has received a leather medal for a love-song which he wrote. Just see that gaudy poster, heralding the circus queen ! Mme. Sara Babsione on the tight-rope will be seen. A patrolman bold on a busy street, brave Weston walks his beat. While soft he hums in accents low “ My Bluebell ” sad and sweet. Alice J’s a widow, she has been six times already. Apparently she likes it, for a seventh now is her steady. Upon a quiet avenue, ’mid Paris lights and shades, Elizabeth G. Tarr keeps there a swell house for old-maids. With hands on hips and hat pulled low and a smile he can’t restrain, Here’s Jimmy telling of his “ caows ” and prophesying rain. Within a castle tower, her fair children at her knee, Mary C. tells stories of her sister on the sea. A chorus girl is Olive M., she sings above them all. And charms the audience with her notes in a New York music hall. Within the tent that face we’ve seen — ’tis surely that of Herrick ! He’s chief fat man with weight so great, they move him with a derrick. 25 SAWYER FREE LIBRARY GLOUCESTER. MASS. 01930