Hastings High School - Saxon Yearbook (Hastings, MI)

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Commencement Parts Prophec}) It was in the summer of 1924 when the writer started for a walk near the seashore. As I neared the water’s edge, I looked down into the water and saw a bubble which arose to the surface, and as I looked at it. I saw a boy and girl and heard the girl say, “Yes, Blair. I am so happy.” They were seated on a green bank, and as I looked once more, I noticed the girl was Vera Woodard. Blair said that Maurice Healy was the principal of the Grand Rapids High School, and then the bubble disap- peared. Another fairy-like ball arose before me. and I saw a sign which had the following words upon it: “Vote for Tolhurst”, and upon reading the item I found that Leon was running for President of the United States. Michigan having accepted equal suffrage, it was certain he would receive one fair child’s vote. Helene was at that time teaching Eng- lish in the Detroit High School. I watched the bubble grow larger and it seemed to take the shape of a theatre. “Make Hay While the Sun Shines”, written by Edmund Wood, was being played to a full house. Among the actresses were Florence Payne, Clara Huffman and Hazel Barnum. When the orchestra began to play, the name of Lois Agnes Velte was upon the lips of everybody, for she, the greatest of musicians, was the leader. After the play was over, Lois and the actresses had a midnight lunch, and I heard Clara say that Katherine Bowler and Esther Turner were stenog- raphers for Walter Phelps. The latter had a large ranch in North Dakota. In a few minutes Hazel said: “Yes, and Ethel Ward is a missionary in Africa.” They were just about to leave when their conversation turned to Chester Stem, and one of them said that he had a large automobile factory in Chicago. The bubble moved, and I saw a sleigh load party, and the principal thing which attracted my attention was a parasol which was up. The wind was blowing and the parasol fell out of the sleigh, and whom had it been protecting but Hazel Lawrence and a friend. This bubble disappeared and another one came before me. I saw a large mine and in the entrance were seated two men who were loiter- ing. One of them said: “Come on, here comes Doud. the boss.” The other man immediately arose and they hastened into the black depths of the earth. Soon a man came up to the entrance, and as I looked at him I knew he was Raymond. He was walking along and reading a paper. He dropped it as he entered the mine. I was surprised to see in large letters on the paper. “Madame Sadie Glasgow will set sail from San Francisco today in her noted bal- loon. ‘The Ray’.” In smaller letters below this I saw the following words: “She will not take any companions with her, but only some Michigan waters.” As this fairy-like ball turned around, I saw a house. A woman came to the door and said to a man who was working outside: “Gilbert, shall wc take up a free land grant out West?” “Yes, Mary,

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which made him the great man he was, the Presi- dent of the United States, and the preserver of unity in our country during the great Civil war. Although we all cannot be Lincolns in the world of statesmanship, or Pierpont Morgans in the financial world, by the faithful attendance upon the small things in life w'e may attain an exalted character, which is greater to ourselves than the greatest literary fame, or a name which will live after us. How, then, shalt thou know thy opportunity? It may be always found by earnest, persistent effort in whatever task presents itself, no matter how little or insignificant it may seem. In our chosen work of life, obstacles and disappointments may come, failure and discouragements be ours, but if we are determined to succeed in character build- ing, we will find our opportunity and nothing can prevent it. As each day closes and w'e look back over opportunities neglected or unperceived, we need not be disheartened, for though disaster and defeat seem to be our portion, and darkness and gloom surround us, let us look up, for God’s in His Commencement Parts Class Motto heaven, all’s right with the world. The darkness will soon be over and another day will dawn, a tomorrow with new aspirations and opportunities to do with what we will. HASSAM’S PROVERB King Hassam, well beloved, was wont to say, When aught went wrong, or any labor failed: “Tomorrow, friends, will be another day!” And in that faith he slept, and so prevailed. Long live this proverb! YVhile the world shall roll, Tomorrow, fresh shall rise from out the night. And new baptize the indomitable soul With courage for it’s never-ending fight. No one, I say, is conquered till he yields, And yield he need not. while, like mist from glass, God wipes the stains of life’s old battlefields From every morning that he brings to pass. New day, new hope, new courage, let this be, O Soul, thy cheerful creed. What’s yesterday. With all it’s shards and wrack and grief to thee? Forget it, then—here lies the victor’s way. HELEN HAYES.

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but we will wait until Fall”, was his answer. Sud- denly the bubble burst and in the spray 1 saw Ruth Tubbs vigorously giving an oration. In a few minutes another film appeared and I heard music. I looked about and noticed a young woman who was seated at the piano. She was play- ing, but she seemed to prefer the minor. While looking at her I at once recognized Ruth Castle. A woman came into the room, and as she went near the piano I knew she was Bernice Houghtalin. As the bubble turned around I saw a school-room and the teacher had a physics book in his hand. I noticed that it was written by Duryea and Marks. The latter had become a noted mathematician and was at present in Rhode Island. The bubble moved again and I saw some public buildings in Washing- ton, D. C.. and on the corner of each one was in- scribed, “Michael Sullivan, Architect and Con- tractor.” This globe vanished, and soon another took its place, and there was a little maiden wandering about in a library, and looking at the section of books by the autnor. Wood. She finally selected a gilt- edged volume entitled, “Helen.” Naturally, I rec- ognized the girl as Helen Hayes. The scene was changed and I saw Nina Hynes upon a mountain. She seemed rather pale, and I heard the nurse say that Nina was just recuperating from an illness caused by eating too many oranges. From their Commencement Parts Prophecy conversation, I knew that Lora Dryer had been vis- iting Nina, but had returned to her home in New Mexico. This bubble soon vanished and another one soon appeared, and there stood Mildred Roush. I had heard that she and Josephine Bray were going to travel around the world together, and that they were going to Italy to visit Clare Wood, who was there studying the language. This scene vanished and I saw a group of grade teachers, and in this number there were two who seemed familiar to me. As I looked at them more closely, I recognized them to be Frances Otis and Ivah Schray. I heir conversation naturally turned to their former school companions, and among the things which they said were that Ruth Richardson and a friend were teach- ing school in North Dakota, and that Bertha Olner was teaching a county normal in northern Michi- gan. Frances said that Bessie Erway was librarian at the Michigan Agricultural College. When the shades began to fall about me, I thought how pleasantly the members of our class were situated and how each one was prospering. I was still standing by the seashore’s edge and a few bubbles remained, but there was no story written upon any more of them for me. As I turned away I wished that the members of my class would con- tinue forever to be as happily situated as when I last saw them. OPAL JUNE HYDE.