Jesup Scott High School - Scottonian Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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' i e , ' - V -1.--i---1--il - .. ., HELEN HARRIS fWlfl1 apologies to D-r. Hyslop and S11 Arthur Canon Doylel SAT perplexed in Sociology class, vainly wracking what is known as my brain for an original sort of prophecy. Mr. Langstall was discoursing learnedly on the power of hypnotism, and I sat up excitedly in my seat. Could this, perhaps, solve my problem? It was surely worth trying. I timidly walked up to his desk after class and asked him if I might be placed under hypnotic power, and then be asked-or rather, told-to prophesy upon the futures of the brilliant Class of 525. Mr. Langstaff, ever kindly and tolerant, expressed his mild skepticism, yet agreed with me that as an experiment-and an economy of time to future class prophecies-it might have its points. So, in a thoroughly scientific manner I placed capable stenographers in the room, that they might take down accurately everything that occurred. The room chosen for the experiment was an ordinary classroom. Instead of the usual guarantee that I had nothing concealed up my sleeve, as I believe is customary in all sorts of magical diversions, I will assure you that the room contained nothing out of the ordinary in the way of wires, secret passages, or lights. Mr. Langstaff allowed me to remain seated, because he realized that, owing to the large size of the Senior Class this year, I would probably be subjected to a great deal of strain in prophesying as to their futures, He requested me to look directly at him, allowing my will l109l I I 1 I I

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A DREAM PHYLLIS DAvis Asleep one night, a dream I dreamed, And in my fancy's eye I seemed Deserted in a wood. There were no lights to guide me through And there was naught for me to do, But wander in the wood. While groping aimlessly around, A strangely envious lamp I found, Mayhap it is Aladdin's own - 'Twas different from the lamps I'd known- 'gAnd lying in a wood! Methought I'd rub the lamp to see The fam'd genii bow to meg I rubbed, but naught occurred, and still I waited, wondering, until A voice came from the wood: You have the lamp of knowledge old, And whosoe'er its handles hold Shall have one wish and one alone- And then, again, it must he thrown Into this lonely wood. I wished for knowledge, iinally threw The lamp away, and then I knew The pathway from the wood. I did not know, in dream that night, That only knowledge is our light, And I should wander long before l'd End that wondrous lamp of yore, In woods of ignorance. IIICSH

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I e l to become subjected to his. After a few passes of his hands, made with a monotonously circular motion, I felt queerly out of place in my material form. I seemed to float in the air, and to have lost all those conscious, awkward movements that are so characteristic of the average high school student. It was a most delightful, care-free feeling, with no worries as to the next Civics test, or that last unpaid penalty. After all, the life of a spirit must have its good points. One doesn't even have to worry about the changes of fashions in clothes, since custom and usage have rather standardized the sort of plain, flowing robes that unemployed spirits shall wear. All this, however, is irrevelentg and although the temptation to write at great length upon the life, customs and habits of the wellftrained spirit is huge, I must leave this philoso' phizing and return to my topic. A Evidently the spirit with whom I communed provided himself with a list of all the graduates of '25, because, as my answers proved in the reports of the stenographers later, I had given a life work to each and every Senior, alphabetically and according to sex. You can readily see that the secretary of the Great Unknown is extremely methodical. I feel that the Class owes a vote of thanks to this benovelent spirit, who so thoughtfully has spared both its time and patience. The reporters tell me that, while in the trance, I carefully stated what is herein printed, and that all my remarks were made in a mechanical monotone, as though I were repeating word for word what somebody was telling me. Although you may be a bit skeptical as to the authority of this prophesy, please allow me the alibi that I was not the creator of the futures that I am about to thrust upon you, and try to believe with me that I was prompted by one in another world. john Adair-A splendid advertisement of 'iWhat the Well' dressed Young Man is Wearing. George Alber-A successful, ref liable sort of business man, and a wellftrained husbandAthe sort that invariably brings home the dessert and has no afterfbusinessfhours engagements to keep him from being on time for dinner. Kenneth Atkm-A brilliant, though absentfminded, professor of English lit' erature. It would be going against all wellfdefined rules of character drawing to make a professor out of a boy and than not label him abf sentfmindedf' Therefore, Kenneth, if you lack this quality, by all HIIOB