Greenfield High School - Evergreen / Exponent Yearbook (Greenfield, MA)

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14 THE EXPONENT reap and great was the reaping.” And he saith unto us “Fear not. For the roots ye have planted shall bear fruit and great shall be the bearing.” And then it was gone; and so the class of ’20 journeyed homeward. And it came to pass that on Com¬ mencement week all gathered in front of the school thereof which we no more would be members and we sang unto them songs and de¬ parted upon our ways. And there was great rejoicing for all were to go forth using that which had been taught unto them, and each with a diploma under his arm. So endeth our High School Days. Harold W. Bonneville. CLASS PROPHECY Dorothy Taylor commences talk¬ ing to Ouija. Ouija!—Ouija!—Oh don’t jump so! I just wanted to ask you some¬ thing. You know that old wise man they used to call Soloman? Well, I’d like to talk to him, Ouija, about these class-mates of mine. He sees into the future doesn’t he? Then won’t you please ask him what will become of Phil Facey when he gets to be a man? President of what, the United States? What?—Oh! The Bachelor’s Society. Ray Holden, Ouija— how about him An inventor? Oh Ouija— how perfectly splendid—! What’s that? An inventor of a new f-l-y—fly¬ catcher. Ouija—do tell me the outcome of Helen Field. She’s a nice girl re¬ member. A specialist? For sore— Oh yes, a specialist for sore Angers. What’s that? What do you mean? Oh, you’re talking about Lilia Camp¬ bell? Yes,—She’s living? How for¬ tunate! And on Gold Street. My! Harold Beaman interrupts. Wait a minute, Ouija, I want you to talk to me for a while. What’s the dope on Dorothy Haskins? Pigs—pigs, what’ya mean pigs? Oh, she’s going to raise ’em. Well who’s next? Have we any lawyers in our crew?—What, two! who are they? Ruby Hastings and Gertrude Story? Good night! Say, Ouija, don’t stutter so. H-a-w S-s-t-r—Oh! the Hawkes sisters; well, what sad fate is going to hold them up? Floor-walkers at Wilson’s! have a heart! What have you got on Thelma Jones, Ouija? Spiritualist medium! say, don’t stretch it too far. What’s this? Eddie Long? Allright, shoot! A Heavy Weight Champion! Cham¬ pion what, wrestler? Prize Fighter? Window Cleaner? What’ya mean, by knocking my friends that way? Why, you sawed off, hammered down— D. T. continues. Faith Burrington now Ouija! Oh —a hair dresser. And Mary Crowley?—Oh, don’t tell me! Give me air, air! She eloped—with Interius Decoratus! No7 I won’t believe it! Ouija, will you ask King Soloman if he can see J. Norman Alberti? What? Oh, most of him. Well, what’s his business?—A sign painter —for Campbell’s Soup. H. B. continues. Pardon me, Ouija but I’m getting awfully curious about Elizabeth Loomis-er-What? A nurse? Where? —Oh, she’s going to Russia to nurse Bolsheviks. How do things look for Inez Lee, Ouija? Run a girls’ board¬ ing school? Oh Boy! is she strict? No? Let’s the girls drink ginger- pop n’everyth—What’s that? E-v- a-n Oh, yeah, evangelist, who? Johnny Mazuzan? Say, how d’ya get that way? What’s this? Clarice Mesick and —Who?—Marion Woodlock? What the—? Dressmakers?—Oh Clarice will be a dressmaker and Marion a milliner. Where? Oh! the milliner next to Forbes and Wallace! Good Night! Who Merz I—a Which, lawyer! what? Say, fellers, this is going t be a long one. He will be a lawyer, but he will never be able to convince anybody, so he will become a model for a fashion plate artist. Say Ouija, have we got a farmer or rancher among us? Ellen Nims? Where will she locate? Oklahoma! You tell ’em Ouija, I’ve got the mumps. Well, what’s Fi’s bad luck? Settlement work on the Isle of Man, say whad’ya mean? What’cha think Fi cares about mere men? D. T. continues. What’s the trouble now, Ouija? a peddler? Who ' s a peddler? Gor-

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THE EXPONENT 13 Now on the first day thereof he said unto us, saying “Be not afraid, fear not, for I am good,” and it was so. Now before many days had passed there came unto our town much sick¬ ness. And on the morning of a cer¬ tain day, when all had been brought together in the gathering place of the school, there arose before us our head, and he said unto us, “Behold, there is much sickness in our midst, it has got to be stopped,” and he commanded us to depart from the house of learning and return no more until all were cured. And all went forth seeking refuge from the plague which had so come among us. In the sixth week thereafte: we all assembled again into the house of learning and great was the joy there¬ of. Now as time passed, it came to pass that the men of America re¬ turned from the wars and a holiday was celebrated, for it was so de¬ creed by the Commonwealth. And all made merry, and much was the excitement and joy, for again all was peace. Now on the morning of a certain day there appeared before a meeting of our class, the president thereof, and arose before us saying, “Behold, the end of thy third year draweth nigh. We must give a promenade in honor of our departing school mates,” and he asked of us our opin¬ ion. And there arose from among us a certain person, and made known his opinion, and it was good, so it was commanded that it should be done. And it was. So it came to pass that the class journeyed to a distant water and there was much joy, and great was the satisfaction caused thereby. And it was good. And it also came to pass, that which had been commanded, that the “Prom” was held on the last even¬ ing of School. And a multitude of people gathered in the Hall of the city, and there was great pleasure among them and much happiness. Thus passed the third year. SENIOR YEAR “Behold, those are the seniors.” Thus spake the Freshmenites as they gazed in wonder upon us. And again as before our principal. Father Smith, arose before us and said “Seek ye out of the book of learning knowledge and learn, no one shall be slack; for my mouth it hath com¬ manded, and straightway all went out and there were some that heeded his words, and others that did not. Now it came to pass, that a cer¬ tain one of our number perceived a great idea, and on a certain morn¬ ing of the first month he appeared amongst us saying, “Take ye these and read,” and straightway he handed out unto us copies of the “Mowing Machine,” and all were read and great was the pleasure thereof, for they were good, and with every appearance there was continual joy. Now as the days passed, there came speakers to the meeting place of the school, and they spake about many things, but chief among them was this, “Strengthen ye the knowl¬ edge as ye enjoy thy school life. Behold, it is the wish of all. Let not fools err herein.” So the class of 1920 went on their way, and the way was good. And on a certain morning there came forth to the school a call for a cast—yea, a cast for a school play and there arose up before us Miss Atherton, and she said unto us, “Harken to my words and heed my call.” And it was so, for forth from the multitudes came many seniors, and great was the com¬ ing. And it came to pass that the play of Nathan Hale was presented, and behold there were vast multi¬ tudes before them, and great was the success. And among us came the leaders “Dot” Taylor, of the Shelburne wil¬ derness and Gordon Wi ' illard, ' who dwells in the city of men. And the rejoicing was great and all gave thanks to them that had helped make it a success. Now on a certain night there was a picnic, and many of the class ’20 were present, and behold as all were assembled in the wilderness, there spake someone saying, “Fear not.” On the first year ye took that which was there, and on the second that which you had sowed and on the third year it was of the same, and ye sowed well; and on the fourth year, which was the last, ye did

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THE EXPONENT 15 don Bickford? What’s his line? Soft soap. Now for Issy. Issy Davenport, of course. Oh-o-o-o-o! A chorus girl. And Dorothy Church? 0-1-d, old? M-a-t-r-o-n? Old Ma—? Oh, par¬ don me—the matron of an old ladies’ home. H. B. continues. That’ll be about enough from you. How is Fran going to get along in the world? Going up? Oh, I see he is going to be an air plane pilot. M-a-i—Oh a pilot in the mail service. And he will drop propaganda for the prohibition of cigarettes. Say, Ouija, have we got a politi¬ cian among our number? Edith Pot¬ ter. Her most prominent action will be against the Town of Greenfield, suing for a new (say, this is long, too) for a new side walk on the meadows road, charging unnecessary waste of shoe leather. Well, who’s the next culprit, Ouija? Willard Seibert? An inventor! Ye Gods! Another! Will what’ll he invent? Ice? How d’y get that way? Did¬ n’t ya know that Adam inventjed that? Oh, another kind! Meltless Ice. Well, good luck Seibert. What about Katherine Ryan? A singer? How perfectly lovely! Where will she sing? In a restau¬ rant? Which one? R-a-w-d “Raw Deal”—Some place. Say, I think it’s a crime to let etc.,— D. T. interrupts. Now tell me about S ' auter-Eppler Co. Will they still be sticking together? M-hum. Running a res¬ taurant, eh? And Margaret won’t give up the piano, will she? She will? What for?—A Jew’s harp! How about Barnsey, Ouija? What can you see in him? A what?—A matrimonial bureau? Oh—Well what does he have to do? Write models for love-letters? Ouija! What did you say? A partner? Who? Harold Grousbeck? Well, what has he got to do with it? Takes in the money? Huh! Whatever will become of Roger Crouch, Ouija? I’m getting worried about that boy. Still writing? On the 99th Volume of the “Boer War”! —Well, I guess he’s safe, after all. Let’s have Ellen Pierce now, Ouija. Surely the valedictorian of the class ought to have gone a long way. No? What do you mean? She’s going to get married? How senseless! I hope our precocious Edwin will do better than getting married. What? He’s going to marry her? What is this world coming to. Then there’s Esther Austin, Ouija. A drummer? I didn’t know she could play a drum! Oh—I know a drummer for ladies’ hose—and neck¬ ties. I know! And Eileen Donovan? A private secretary—o—o—for a millionaire. I wonder if he talks to her about his silver, and his gold and his—What’s that?—Oh—Diamonds! Ouija, is King Soloman still on the wire?—Well, tell him to steady him¬ self—I’ve got a big one for him now —Marjorie Bell. Will you please prophecy for her? She’s what? Thin!—Thin!—One dozen raw eggs every day ?—Thin!—Thin!— (Shak¬ ing ' Ouija)—Oh, stop that. H. B. interrupts. Just a minute! Ouija, can you tell me anything about Francis Smead? A teacher? What, in a grammar ‘school? Oh that’s different! A danc¬ ing master! What? Thompson? Well that’s a profitable trade. (Ouija says he’s going to run an an¬ tique shop specializing in old auto¬ mobiles.) How about “Fat” Ward, Ouija? A clog-dancer? (Well he always was light on his feet.) What’s this? Beulah Upham? Yess, Yess, soon! On—account of—her—good—eye¬ sight she-was-appointed Fire War¬ den, on Shelburne Mountain. There’s a nice tower up there. Oh, I think it is perfectly beautiful, so strong, don’t you know—etc. D. T. continues. Have you any information on the out-come of Zadie DeLoach Ouija? —An opera singer? You don’t mean it. And Margaret Class?—Come— none of this funny business. Peg might be Fran-tic. What? Her toe? Oh—she’s to be a toe dancer, is she? Have we a reckless one in the bunch Ouija? And may I ask whom? —Blanch Bourbeau? How’s that?—• Trying to run a new kind of an auto, —one that’s minus a steering-gear! That is her specialty, isn’t it? Then there’s Amelia Arrighi— Whoa! Back up! I didn’t get that