Hasbrouck Heights High School - Coronian Yearbook (Hasbrouck Heights, NJ)

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Robins of Brooklyn and the Giants of New York. The pitcher threw the ball and the man at home plate gave it a mighty whack! It disappeared in the distance and the batsman made a home run, thus winning the game. The onlookers went wild. A second Babe Ruth ! Long live the hero! Yea, llilas! So Michael was a profes- sional baseball player? XYell! XVell! The game was over and, in the silence, I could plainly hear the tinkling of a piano, with such sweet strains of harmony, that I could not resist going to find the musician. As I approached I found the building to be the Metropoli- tan Opera House. Suddenly, a clear, sweet voice rose above the harmony. The audience, scarcely daring to breathe, held their breath, listening in ecstasy to the world's most famous singer, Dorothea Calhoun, accompanied by the accomplished pianist. Vivian Ham. XVill surprises never end F said I to myself. Extra! Extra! I next heard an excited newspaper boy shouting. Extra! Extra! All about the great XVest- ern fire which was raging thrn the forests until Five and one-half seconds ago. Extra! Extra! Here, sonny. here, I cried: and I soon found myself reading the headlines. Howard Hettger, forester and also an expert hunts- man, thru whose efforts the great XVestern fire has been extinguished, has been officially cited by the U. S. Govern- ment and is to be decorated with the Distinguished Service Cross for bravery under fire. Quickly I glanced over the other headlines, and in let- ters equally as large I read: A great plot to overthrow the U. S. Government has been laid bare by the famous New Jersey detective, Thomas Ingui. Tommy a detective? Gee whistikers! XYhoever would have suspicioned it? Then my eye fell upon an announcement of the open- ing of a great circus. Now I had always wanted to see a circus, so dropping the paper I started on a run for Madison Square Garden. It wasn't long before I found that two men were chasing me. I began to run faster. My pursuers did the same. On we flew, dodging cars and autos and wagons and people and everything. Every time I looked back I saw that the men were gaining. I became terrified and heedless of where I was going. I bumped into a big policeman. Off course he stopped me, and try as I would I could not get away. Save me! Save me ! I begged him. Those two men have been following me! Save me! The two men in question, one a stout man, and the other a slim one, came up panting but smiling. With a XVe see dignified and triumphant air. the stout one said. you are in trouble. Perhaps we can be of service to you ? and he handed me a card. This calm assurance nearly took my breath away. and just as I was about to burst out into a torrent of indigna- tion, the slim man hastened to explain, You see, we saw I r mr

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Lll Y H TEN YEARS HENCE THE PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1920 I was wandering about aimlessly thru the streets of New York, when suddenly a feeling of curiosity crept over me-a feeling to investigate everything that attracted my attention. Led on by this impulse I found myself in a great hall, surrounded by a crowd of people who were wildly yelling and throwing their hats into the air. In the center was a boxing ring, with jack Dempsey lying unconscious on the floor, and another man standing over him, smiling, with folded arms. Somehow that smile looked familiar. The ref- eree came to his side and in a loud, authoritative voice, shouted, By virtue of his having knocked out .lack Demp- sey in 35 seconds, Steven Daniels is hereby proclaimed the u'orld's heavy-weight champion boxer. The great crowd left, and among them a woman, tall and straight, with a mass of auburn hair piled high upon her head. Her sealskin cap she drew a little closer when leaving the building. There's the girl that married the multi-millionaire last week, I heard someone say. She stopped at the door, where a Salvation Army Lassie was standing in the neat little uniform of a commander. XYhy, Tessie Magocsyf' exclaimed she of the auburn hair, you here? l hear you are the successor of Evangel- ine Booth. How wonderful! You must come to see me and tell me all about it. They parted, the former entering -., a limousine, which after a few minutes stopped before a large millinery establishment. In big gold letters the sign over the door read, Mademoiselle Le Noir. Latest Styles From Paris. As milady entered. I found her to be Mary Steegar. QI might have known before, as there is only one girl with that color hairj She advanced toward Ulvlademoiselle Le Noir and, smiling, said, Bon jour. S'il vous plait, etc. llut the chic Mademoiselle was no other than May Greenstein! I left them and on passing down the street I saw a small boy running as fast as he could. Curiously, I followed him to school and into the classroom. The teacher looked familiar. Surely I knew her. liureka! lt was Anna Fish. The small boy began to speak-a fine, sturdy little fellow, too. Yes, he said, Mother says that Daddy is an ideal husband, for he neither drinks, swears, nor smokes, and is never out later than nine o'clock any night. And who is your father? someone asked. Billy Bridgewater: and l'm Billy llridgewater, Jn! After leaving the school I walked down the stregt and was attracted by a great shouting coming from the' Polo grounds. Quickly I made my way there and arrived just in time to see an exciting event in a game between the

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you running and thought that perhaps you were in trouble. If in any way you happen to need any expert lawyers, you can stop at the address on the card. lloth bowed courteously, and after wishing me a good afternoon, departed arm in arm. I glanced at the card. lt read: 1 Lain. -I. I..xi.UM1.x K M.xRiNUs GALANTI La.ruyf'rs Office 179, 531 NV. Hocokiocus Street, N. Y. City Hut I wanted to see the circus, so again I started for Madison Square-walking this time, however. It was not long before l came upon a line of people that extended in an unbroken line for three solid blocks. Each one had some musical instrument under his arm. Curiously I followed the line to a doorway, over which a sign read, The famous professor of music. Professor Rhinesmith. lfive-minute lessons only fifty dollars. Something whispered in my ear that Russel was accu- mulating a young fortune. At last I arrived at the circus, and it was a circus from beginning to end with the acrobats, and horsemen, and clowns and dancers. lint the one that interested me the most was the owner of the circus. He was strutting around the ring in a checkerboard suit, with a sparkling diamond as big as a golf ball stuck in his tie, a pink tie that made a strange contrast to his reddish hair. l-le could mimic people and crack jokes and-I caught my breath, could it-possibly be-XYallace Conover? tireat guns! Une of the acrobats suddenly fell and was hurriedly removed to a hospital. I found myself in a hallway, with a door on either side of me. On one door was the name James Chastney, Osteopathf' I opened the door to call for assistance, but the first thing that met my eye was a skeleton! A shudder ran through me and I closed the door. Turning to the room on the opposite side I read, Peter K. Cohen, M. D., Surgeon. This door I opened and beheld some saws and chisels and hammers and axes and-I didn't look further. I decided to go outdoors for a little air. As I left the hospital, a large touring car flew past, and in it I recognized Marion Raff, looking as dignified, and learned as it was possible for her to look. I watched her until she was out of sight, wondering what she was doing. Someone, seeing my perplexity. volunteered that she was the new President of Vassar College. On passing a newspaper stand, l bought a magazine on Good House Keeping. It was all about how to keep the house comfortable and cozy and gave recipes of cookies and cakes and candies, etc. I turned to the editorial page and saw printed there in large letters, Editor, Ethel Nicholas. On the following page was a picture of a girl with dreamy blue eyes, whose hair was bobbed in Greenwich Yillage fashion. Looking at the postcript I found her to he an artist whose wonderful paintings had already found their way into the Museum of Art-julia Kelemen. All this time it had been getting dark, until now the moonlight tiooded the whole scene. Strolling down Fifth Y l v 7' vii