Ionia High School - Ionian Yearbook (Ionia, MI)

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THE EMAXON 2( THE EMANON’S REPORTER. Up and down Ionia’s street, Sounded the tread of a stranger’s feet. And as that personage loomed into view. He passed the people he always knew Without a look or a nod. Although the people had pressed him hard. They couldn't extract from him a word As to who he was or from whence he came. Neither could they learn his name. Seemingly very odd. He went his way as histories run. From early morn till set of sun. Hut meanwhile the wonderful Emanon Was filling with topics which all came from A source that no one knew. We still explain to our good friends how This stranger is not a stranger now. Hut one disguised we know anon. The reporter of the marvelous Emanon, Known to a very few. —('. T., 'oS. ’RAH! ’RAH!! 'RAH!!! RAH! ’RAH!! 'RAH!!! 'RAH! 'RAM!! ’RAH!!! MISS HUME!!!!!!

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CLASS OF ’09 OFFICERS. President—Harry Callow. Vice President—Katherine Wardle. Secretary—Olla M arshall. Treasurer—Ruth Normington. Pearl Amphlett Mary Beckwith Rosa Cook Max Culehen Don Cutler Ivah Dildine Fredrika Dingman James Earl Claud Emmons Hazel Goodwin Ellsworth Haight Lillian Jordan Florence Myers Clara Newton James Nichols Ethel Normington Margie Patrick Ray Pinkham Amy Reynolds William Smith Richard Vosper Corinne Wolverton Henrietta Weisgerber Colors—Red and Black.

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PROPHECY OF CLASS OF ’07. One afternoon as I was taking one of my accustomed walks in the woods, I wondered what would be the future of our class, and wished that I might know. Scarcely had the wish been formed, when I was surprised and pleased to see a little brown gnome, a merry fellow, his jacket as brown as fallen oak leaves. He told me that if I wished to know the future, I must meet him there again at midnight, December 31st, 1906, at the very beginning of 1907. I did wish to know, so, braving the dark- ness and loneliness, I met him in the same place at the appointed time. This time he spoke no word, but shook out a gossamer robe, which enveloped me like a mist. To my delight, I found my stature as small as his. He led the way to a rock, which opened at his touch, and then shortly I found myself in a won- derful white marble room. Before me lay a large block of crystal. By a gesture from my guide, I understood that in the stone I was to read the prophecy. This is what I learned: The first one, of course, was our president, Fred Dysinger, and I was glad to find that lie was in congress, an enthusiastic leader among his country’s Solons. Rachel Markham, as a literary critic and book reviewer, was making an epoch in literary criticism. Rov Reynolds had joined a contemplative brotherhood and taken a vow of silence. FMna Snyder was doing college settlement work and bring- ing light and courage into darkened lives. Charles Ross was a lecturer on Dietetics. He advanced the theory that over-eating was the cause of old age. Ethel Crowell was tutor to the children of an aristocratic Cuban family. Mabel Hinds had become a nurse in a tuberculosis sani- tarium. It was not iiard to guess the sequel of her experience as a nurse. As matron of an orphan asylum, mothering motherless child- ren, Isa Nesbitt was in her element. Stanley Thomas had solved the vexed problem of venting smoke in railway tunnels, and was engaged in trying to solve perpetual motion. Ralph Powell had won the lasting esteem of exponents of evolution by discovering that the planet of Venus was inhabited,