Ionia High School - Ionian Yearbook (Ionia, MI)

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Class Prophecy H. J. w. TIME: Ten years hence. SCENE: A “sewing bee.” GRACE BEATTIE: A married woman. CORINNE WOLYERTON: A great opera singer. HELEN WILKINSON: The hostess. Helen: “So glad you could come; we can have such a nice visit talking over old times. How is the hoy?” Grace: “He’s all right. Is that the new Ladies’ Home Journal? Isn’t it fine since George Taft began to edit it? There’s a very good article by him in it, on how to discipline children. I suppose he remem- bers how he used to discipline us as class president.” Corinne: “Well, our class seems to run to editors. Look at George Ilall and his paper. He sent me one of the first copies. It was ‘rich’ as we used to say.” Helen: “Oh, speaking of the class—isn’t Marion doing well? She’s sort of a second Maud Adams for Mr. Barrie’s new play. I always knew she’d be an actress.” Corinne: “Let me see. what did I hear about Frank Hogle and Earl Hanigan? They’re partners in a big Chicago wholesale grocery. Nice, fat, prosperous business men, very likely.” Helen: “Well, Ethel has done well. She took up Domestic Science on a large scale by getting married. She lives out west now. 0, Grace, what lovely work, what do you call it? Let me see it.” (Grace leans over to show work and letter drops from her work bag.) Grace: “O, here’s that letter from Eva. It came the other day. I thought I’d lost it. I might read it.” [Reads:] “Dear Grace—I’m having the best time now. I’ve spent most of the money that was left me in studying Dietetics and next year I am to teach in Chicago!” “Isn’t Harry Cobb’s success encouraging—” Helen interrupts: “Why, what’s he doing? 1 haven’t heard.” Grace: “Why, don’t you know he’s the great air ship man—suc- cessor of the Wright Brothers. Listen to what Eva says.” [Reads:] “—I believe Harry has solved the airship problem. And Will! He was so stirred by those two orations on the negro problem that he went

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Teacher: “Miss Klingenberg, you may give a synopsis of the third chapter.” Miss Klingenberg: “We began our Junior year under a new superin- tendent, Mr. Lister. Several new methods were introduced, many of which have worked well. One of the main things which kept us busy was to ‘make money.’ One of the ways in which we did this was to serve, dinner to the teachers attending the Teachers’ Institute, which was held in the High School. In June we decided to entertain the departing Sen- iors with a banquet instead of the usual reception; this was appreciated by Mr. Vosper at least.” Teacher: “All right. Mr. Cobb, you may tell us about the banquet.” Mr. Cobb: “On June 23 of last year, the Juniors. Seniors and Facul- ty of the High School assembled in the K. of P. hall which was tastefully decorated in the High School colors, blue and white. About six thirty the guests took their places. “The Misses Green and Fraser catered and did every thing up brown. Professor Lister acted as toastmaster of the evening and with the aid of Elvert Davis and the student toasters, kept the people in a continual up- roar. Mr. and Mrs. Thane Benedict served us with several fine vocal selections. Some of the toasts were considered pretty hard to digest and a number were even swallowed whole. “Mr. Davis, in closing, rendered the sermon, ‘Old Mother Hub- hard,’ which caused amusement for all. A social time was enjoyed, after which the company departed to their homes.” Teacher: “Yes. What can you tell us of the Senior year. Mr. Bouck?” Mr. Bouck: “As we entered school last fall, we were confronted by this statement on one of the side boards, ‘The Senior knows and knows that he knows,’ but many times I think that the teachers, especially Mr. Flewelling, has had good cause to doubt this. This spring the Seniors, with the assistance of other High School pupils, under the direction of Miss Sexton and Mr. Birdsall, put on the play, ‘Just out of College,’ with great success. This year everything has gone well, the pupils and teach- ers have worked more together and we have enjoyed the work much more. Many of our former members have left to enter other schools, so that out of our beginning class of thirty-one, we now have but eighteen.” Teacher: “All right, now we will repeat the preamble in unison.” The Class: “We, the members of the Class of 1910, in order to form a more perfect union, establish peace with the Juniors, insure good feel- ing toward all and leave pleasant memories and best wishes to posterity, do ordain and establish this history for the Class of 1910.” Teacher: “For our next lesson we will practice what we have studied so far. Class excused.”

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down south immediately after school was out and has been there ever since—educating the little negroes. It’s a noble work. I wish I could see the class altogether once more. Lovingly, “EVA.” Helen: “Corinne had a letter from Etta the other day; read it Corinne.” ( oriune: [Reads:] “Dear Corinne—It’s certainly fine to be a farm- er-—own your farm. I have 500 acres in oranges alone and then other things, too. The Texas climate is fine. Whom do you think my next door neighbor is? To be sure, he lives fifteen miles away, but then—it’s our old friend, Ira Benedict. And the other day when I went to Houston to hear a lecture on woman suffrage I was very much surprised to find the lecturer none other than Will Bouck! Do you know where Edna Warren is?” Helen interrupts: “Do you know, Grace? Corinne and I were won- dering the other day.” Grace: “Why, let me see”—thinks hard. “Oh, she’s matron in a large orphan asylum in San Francisco. She’s making a study of chil- dren for her new book.” Corinne: “Well, that’s about all Etta says. There’s the door bell, Helen. I think it is the postman.” Helen: [Goes to the door and takes a letter and paper from post- man.] “Here’s a letter and a paper. If you’ll excuse me I’ll open them. [Opens letter—reads.] “Why, it’s from Hazel Goodwin, listen— “Dear Helen: I was so sorry that I couldn’t come to your sewing bee for Corinne. But the baby was sick and I couldn’t get away. But won’t you and Corinne and Grace all come out to dinner next Thurs- day. I’ll send down a horse, or a motor if you’d rather have it. “Lovingly, “HAZEL” Corinne: “Well, wont that be nice! What does the paper say, I wonder. I’ll see if there’s any news.” [Opens paper; reads head lines aloud.] “Donald MacKinnon, of Michigan, sent to England on government business concerning the new airship lines in South America.” Grace: “Well, of all things! Quite a noted class, isn’t it. Do you remember the times we used to have with our spreads and efforts to raise money? Well, I’ve done quite a bit of work this morning and now I must be going. I’ve had such a nice time. Good morning.”