Hammond Central School - Spotlight Yearbook (Hammond, NY)

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HAMMOND HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL School Prophecy. As 1 sat in my chair wondering what would become of niy schoolmates in the Hammond High School I fell asleep. During my slumber, visions came to me. I was in one of the largest theap res in the country. There stepped upon the stage before me three beautiful ladies. As they turned their faces towards the audience I recognized Mattie Shindler, Nellie More and Helen Jeffers. As this vision faded away I found myself in a large hall. Closer in- spection revealed it to be the meeting place of some lodge. Upon reading the charter, which hung on the wall, I discovered the following; “Anti-Masculine Society, Helen Derby, president, Ha- zel Walsh, grand dictator. ” Next I found myself in a large magni- ficient church. As I walked down the aisle the voice of the minis- ter sounded strangely familiar. At last it dawned upon me that I was listening to my old schoolmate, Paul Evans. As I passed down the street I saw a man and woman with a hand organ coming to- wards me. When they came directly opposite me they stopped. The man began turning the handle of the organ which now was playing its owner’s favorite tune, “Silver Bell”. While the man was thus engaged the woman passed among the crowd which had gathered. As she came to me I dropped some coins into the hat which she held in her outstretched hand and I was dumbfounded upon recognizing her as Mamie Young. During the conversation that followed I asked her who her companion was, and she replied, “Vincent Gallagher.” As this vision faded from sight I found my- self in a large town. As I passed around a corner I came upon an open-air meeting. The speaker who had climbed upon a soap box was expounding the principles of anarchism to the boisterous crowd around him. As he turned his countenance towards me I knew him as Allen McGregor. Now I was traveling a country road when I met a shabbily dressed man who was carrying a bundle of raggy looking clothes by means of a stick over his shoulder. He stopped and asked me for a dime, saying that he wished to get something to eat. As his voice sounded familiar I asked his name and he told me that he was Murray McGregor, better known as Scottie. I ask- ed him about some of the other school-mates. Pie said that Dean More had been disappointed in love, whereupon he went to the Philipines as a soldier. He also told me that Florence Wyllie was

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HAMMOND HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL Origin of the High School Annual. One morning about a month ago Prof, came rushing up to hool and everyone knew by the way he looked that he had some- . on his mind. At nine o’clock when school was called he got up from his desk and began making a speech about a school paper and said we would have an election of officers. Miss Sipher was called to come and keep a record of the nominations and the officers elected and to see that there was no cheating. When all was ready nominations were called for, for editor- in-chief, and Bill Walrath and Gint were the only candidates. As everything is democratic this year, Walrath was elected by a large majority. This downfall of the Republican party opened the eyes of all present and immediately everyone became a Democrat, So- cialist, Independent or Prohibitionist, anything except a Republi- can. The office of assistant editor was much sought after and when nominations were called for Gay, Jane, Mamie, Anna Peter. Dish, Bill, Scot and Marril Demick were chosen to run for the of- fice. There were many votes bought at this election, but when the returns came it was found that Jane was elected on the Prohibition ticket, Gay by the Socialists and Dish and Bill by the Independents. The candidates for business manager were Curley and Gint, but as everyone felt sorry for the great overthrow of the Republican party, Ginty was elected by a vote of forty to five. The position of assistant manager was given Laura Banford although she had a hard fight for the place for Mamie, another Democrat, ran against her. At the close of the election it was seen that we had a very mixed staff, but it is hoped that, although their views are different, that they will work together and succeed in publishing a good school paper for the year nineteen eleven.

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HAMMONI) HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL I as an old maid school teacher about a mile farther down T road. As I resumed my journey I was again halted by a ped- n-1 He rode on a large red cart drawn by a monstrous horse. The cart contained tinware, while great bundles of rags were oc- •nrr every available place on the outside. When he turned to Cl ak to me I recognized him as Louden Daniels, alias Curly. I asked him about his chum, Merril Demick. He replied, “He and his wife, Vivian have gone to South Africa as missionaries.” gain I was in a dancing school. A large class was on the floor ;nd when the teachers turned my way I saw that they were Bessie Yerdon and Ethel VanDyke. From this I entered a large hall, vhich was filled with people. I inquired into the nature of the gathering and learned that these people expected to be addressed by two great woman suffragists, Eula Wilson and Pauline Forres- ter. Again there came to me a vision of a court room, imagine my surprise when I saw that Anna Allen occupied the judge's seat. Next I was standing before a farm house which was situated some distance from the road I knocked at the door and was admitted into a comfortable room. Turning around I was astonished to see that my hostess was Alice Brown. We were talking over old times when her husband came in. I was still more surprised when I saw that he was none other than Walter VanDyke. I next stood before a large building. I saw a sign which read, “Laura Banford, May Leadingham, Edra Mills, Helen Irwin, Christian Scientists.” Next I found myself twenty-five years hence. I was standing before a large hospital building in Calaboga. As I entered through the of- fice I met the head nurse. I recognized her as Lillian Wilson. She showed me through the building. Among the many nurses were the following; Lois Reed, Edna Rogers, Elizabeth Turnbull and Florence Ferguson. As I left the hospital and strolled down one of the principal thoroughfares of Calaboga, I came to a sign which read, “Mary Manning and Margaret Powers, Milliners ' While contemplating whether to enter or not, the Salvation army march- ed by me and among the solemn faces I discerned two familiar ones, Veta McLear and Susie McDougal. I now proceeded slowly along the street and entered a five cent moving picture show. I was not long in discovering that the pianist was Grace Rodger and the song- stress, Laura Miller. As I came from the show I saw a man walk- ing towards me clothed in the garb of priesthood. He looked fami-