Hickman High School - Cresset Yearbook (Columbia, MO)

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Mary Gregory - Cresset staff, basket ball. Gran- ny plays some basket ball. Ina Fountain-Associate edi- tor Cresset,T' Mr.Bob. CShe is capable of work- ing! hardj 1 . Ethel Sykes - Miz Bob, Big -1. 'fO tempore, O rnores, where are our A bangs? l Charlotte Thurman - In trigf' The tangent equals affinity, fit must be seri- ' V ous.D , Horace Craig - Base ball. Very deceiving. He doesn't look like a lady fusser. JOY Magill-Cupid used his M arrow and bowg and now she resides in Chicago. Logan Norvell-His picture 1S the masterpiece. Quite a gymnast. 24

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Allan Dunbar - Foot ball, base ball, Cresset', staff, treas. of Athletic Ass'n. Has worked more for the A High School than any one else in school. Gertrude Wayland - Mr. Bob. Doesn't look na- tural Cwithb Without her book. Florence Drafl-in- Mi-. Bob, Big 4. Oh, where are Margaret, and Ethel?f' Owen Hetzler- fMr,. Bob? I love my Solid Geome- try, but oh you Trigono- metry. Lurleen Wightrnan-CSeen, but never heardj Agnes Torbit-She -never. cuts a class! I Evelyn Kehr-She is clean and neat, and hard to beat. Hope Hibbard+Basket ball, debating club. Takes C1- cero, Virgil and German, I also debates and plays basket ball. ' ,23

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Class Prophesy . On sunny Spring day I was walking in the woods around the Hinkson. The leaves were all green and pretty, and the trees so thick that it seemed like a real sure enough woods. I was wandering around looking for early Spring flowers, when I happened to touch ,a pile of 'leaves and scatter them somewhat. Suddenly I heard a rather grim, whiny voice say, What do you mean by bursting in upon me so unceremoniously ?', ' I gasped for breath and before I could utter a word, the voice wentlon. I am the Columbian Sibyl for this is the Athens of Missouri., Here I live and pro- phesy day by dayf' Well I could have hugged this voice, no matterwhose it was, for the writing of the Senior Class Prophecy had been given me to do and here was my chance. As politely as I could I asked if I might come in. I guess she was lonesome way out there by herself for she told me to come in, -certainly. What a strange view greeted my eyes. There she sat way back in her queer little dwelling with masses of leaves all around her. Her hair was long and gray and looked as though it hadn't been combed for years. Her face was old and wrinkled and there was something decidedly familiar in the -color of her eyes. She wore a long, flowing robe of a grayish color which matched her' hair and niande a very sombre' looking picturel ' f I launched into my subject without a mo- ment's delay and asked her if she' could help me prophesy for the,Seniors. She said she would for she had once been a member or the class herself. Then I recognized our dear sister, joy Magill, who having become tired of marriage and having always had a liking for weird things had decided to follow this sort of life. 1 Her case was lined with leaves any from its verdant walls she selected carefully what she wanted. One by one she handed them to me and I reproduce them here that my friends may have these glimpses of their future. ak Plfufk is X X sf No doubt many more treasures of prophecy might have been given and more of us satis- fied as to our fate had not the wonderful Sibyl been angered by an accident. just as I took from her hand the fluttering picture of the dancing Pauline, a great gust of March wind swept along the I-Iinkson, and the boughs of the cave bent with it. The anger of the Sibyl was swift and before I could escape she had burst out, My vengeance upon I-Iippotadesi How shall I ever rear- range my precious leaves Pl' From her gro- tesque little gesture I knew that she meant for me to depart, so I hastened to make my retreat. I A E