Hastings High School - Saxon Yearbook (Hastings, MI)

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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.

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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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Commencement Parts Class Oration “Evolution of American Patriotism. Standing here amid the sacred memories of the bygone centuries, on the golden threshold of the twentieth, I ask: “Is the present century as patri- otic as those past?” I believe it is. No country can lay exclusive claim to patriot- ism. Judea had her David. Greece her Aristides, Rome her Agricola, England her Hampden, and America her Washington. The patriot of one coun- try is admired by all nations. But upon the youth of America is conferred the noblest birthright in the whole world. The stars under which you were born beam with the brightest promise and kindle the most heroic patriotism. Even though it may seem wise and right to change somewhat the emphasis of history and to glorify more distinctly the achievers and achieve- ments of normal and peaceful times, the conscience of the race will not allow the battles of the past to be discredited. We are distant from the dramatic scenes of war that make such strong appeal to child- hood, as well as the more mature. The War of Independence, which gave us freedom of govern- ment, came in 1776. Think as you may, it is plain that the nation was purchased by this great strug- gle. Within thirty-six years, in 1812, there came another war, and the national spirit was once more bred into intensity. The victories of our small navy, and the heroic operations continued on land for more than two years, increased the national confi- dence, and made us more independent from the politics of Europe. We then began to move with speed toward the Civil War. Up to this time patriot- ism was more of a state feeling. After this four years’ struggle the nation was delivered from slavery, united as never before, and confident as never before in its resources and its stability. It sent a mighty throb to the hearts of both sections of the country, and it left the question of national unity deeply settled as it firmly joined the North and South together. We have no right to assume that war is the only means to make people heroic, for aside from military patriotism we have civic patriotism. But when the storm of battle blows darkest and rages highest, the memory of Washington shall nerve every American arm, and cheer every American heart. However, his patriotism did not cease with the Revolution. Samuel Adams was not a war- rior, but his work was in evidence in the critical period of the first great struggle. Abraham Lin- coln had been a soldier in the Black Hawk war, but his fame rests not on the fact that he carried a sword. The great Civil War, with its quickening effect on the national consciousness, has been removed from us more than a generation. At the present time the emphasis must be shifted from the heroes of war to the achievers of peace. Along with the stress placed upon military service and sacrifice, a new and equal stress shall be placed upon other types of public usefulness.