Hammond Technical Vocational High School - Chart Yearbook (Hammond, IN)

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THE CHART r 9c- r School Days W OW DO YVE FEEL when we realize the end Is right at hand. That our school days are over and alone We’ll have to stand, That our troubles and our problems Now are up to us to face. And the Junior Class is anxious, for They’re to take our place? How do we feel when we think about The things we’ve often said, And contemplated ditching school When we wanted to stay in bed? We’ll now be told that we can go, But do you hear us say, That we rejoice because of it? No, now we’d rather stay. — Gwendolyn Roberts Twenty-five

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DOROTHY LUTES Hers is a Smiling greeting. MAE BOSTIAN Why go around with a downcast face? ’Tis the one who smiles who wins the race. JOE BOGNAR Common sense is a most uncommon thing. ELMER ARNWALD A man is already great when he knows the proper use of tinte. GERTRUDE KOSIN Life has no pleasure nobler than that of friendship. HENRY BALSLEY A most willing and earnest person. ELMER JOHNSON Row on, whatever happens. KATHERINE VASILIADES It is the quiet worker who succeeds. 7K Twenty-four .

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r s :: j l 0 tX THE CHARTS Class Prophecy 1 WAS VERY much upset. T had been asked to write the class prophecy and this evening 1 sat in my room trying in vain to develop an idea. Finally in desperation I threw down my pencil and went to sit at the top of the stairs. What was that? I heard a deep drawling voice that forced me to listen to what was being said. It was tne Crystal Gazer from station W. M. A. Q. I leaned forward and with every nerve tense I listened. The radio had given me an idea, I would write to the Crystal Gazer and ask for an interview. The days seemed endless! as I waited for the answer. It finally came: “If you will tune in on W. M. A. Q. on Tuesday evening at 7 o’clock I will grant your wish.” When the zero hour drew near I was sitting in front of the radio with a complete supply of writing materials. Soon I heard a deep weird voice saying, “If you are ready let us start. We are going to look into the lives of the Seniors of the Technical High School ten years hence. “Looking into my crystal I see first your class president, Joe Cars- man. He is the successful president of the First Trust and Savings Bank of Hammond, Indiana, lie is loved by those who know him because of his fair dealings and agreeable ways. “I see a great courtroom. A man is on trial for his life. The lawyer for the defendant is doggedly pleading his case. I recognize him as Harold Dibblee, your vice-president. “My crystal brings before my eyes a large hall, festively decorated with beautiful lanterns and streamers. A great light is flashed on a lone, dark-haired girl, dancing in the center of the room. She is a marvelous dancer and is encored once, twice, three times and is greeted hilariously at each appearance. The girl turns her face to the light and I see that it is none other than the well known Marie Adams, your secretary. “I see a dark girl. She is employed at Woolworth’s and seems very dissatisfied with what life has to offer her. Her ideals are high and she craves money and excitement. Her future is unhappy because of her tastes. Her name is Viola Lau. “I see a small comfortable bungalow which casts around it an air of cheerfulness. A young woman is standing in the doorway. She has a smile on her face and you would be very glad to see the former Ruth Worley as she is now. I must not stop. My crystal is filled with visions. I see a young red-haired man. He is on the stage, but he is not an actor. I have it. He is the reknowned Master of Ceremonies at the newly built State Theatre. His name is Edward Cox.” There is a long pause and I begin to wonder if he has forgotten 1 here he is again. “I have had to go a long way. I see a large body of water and a vast area of sand. The land is dotted here and there with tall palm Twenty-six