Johnson St Paris High School - Parisian Yearbook (Saint Paris, OH)

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I i 1 !• j |J A Rd I dT I M M Glass Prophecy As I walked down the streets of Algeirs, enjoying the various scenes of hustle and activity centered about the Place Royale, I felt a touch upon my arm, and a voice talking rapidly in very poor Arabic. Not heeding, I passed on through the motley crowd, listening to the babble of voices in the various languages about me. I had seen enough of the city and long- ed to return to my rooms, but because of that queer streak of curiosity evident in every person's character and because it was ered for a while. My thoughts were interrupted as I again felt a hand upon my arm. Looking down I gazed into the countenance of a quaint, wierd looking, old woman, the chief features of whose swarthy face was a pair of dark gleaming eyes, which when they rested on me, seemed to pierce into my very soul. Her mutterings were unintelli- gible to me, and reading from the look upon her face, I reached into my purse, but she shook her head and made a movement which I took as a means of indicating that I should follow her. A traveller, alone, I knew must run no such risks, so I hurriedly turned away. But her repeated insistence aroused my curiosity. 1 “Surely,” I thought, “she means no harm” so I turned to follow her. For one of her seemingly age, her agil- ity quite surprised me, for I had to walk extremely fast to keep within sight of her. Down a dark, narrow, ill-smelling street we went and soon I saw her stop at the bot- tom of a narrow flight of steps. Then only did she turn to me and beckoning with her fir.ger bad me stay close beside her. We passed through a narrow hallway and en- tered a low dark room. At first my eyes accustomed to the light of day could not distinguish a single object, but soon I per- ceived a table before me on which were several small bowls and a larger one of crys- tal. All at once it dawned upon me what this queer, evil-looking creature wished of me, I laughed aloud in my relief. She motioned me to a seat. I sank down upon a low, comfortable divan, wondering what would happen next. The prophetess spread a chocolate- colored powder on a plate and set fire to it. From the burning powder, arose a thin bluish vapor, which curled and twisted and spread till it obscured everything from my gaze. The woman began to chant in a low monotonous tone. A queer aching sensa- tion, caused by the fumes, assailed my eyes. Suddenly, out of the smoke a face ap- appearel—pale—lovely. It was gone—it re- appeared! A woman seated at an organ playing. Behind her a vast auditorium filled with faces uplifted, expectancy writ- ten upon every feature. I turned my at- tention to the organist. A strange feeling stole over me. Surely this was my imagina- tion working upon me—in a strange land, far from friends. But no! I looked again. It was there. A striking resemblance to my old chum and classmate, Evelyn Allton. I closed my eyes and tried to picture her as she was in school. When I looked again— it was gone—the room was in darkness. The prophetess threw more powder into the dish. The cloud of vapor increased and a new picture gradually grew out of the curling wreath of smoke. I saw a large class room filled with attentive stu- dents. Upon the blackboard I discerned several unmistakable diagrams. Standing to one side, I beheld an older and taller re- plica of Esther, the mathematician of our old high school class. A tall stranger next appeared to me. but was he a stranger? His movements seemed familiar, and yet, his garb of khaiki was strange. As he turned completely around, a pair of field glasses glued to his eyes, a lock of black, wavy hair fell across his forehead and I recognized him as a for- ester, Joseph was evidently living next to his idol—Nature. The scene changed, I was looking into a richly furnished office, resplendent with every luxury imaginable. That dark head bent over the desk seemed familiar. As I was waiting for him to look up or make some movement whereby I might recognize him, a slender finger reached out and touch- ed a button, then I knew it was none other than Bob Goode. I had no sooner hit upon this conclusion, than a door opened almost instantly and a well-dressed secretary ap- peared. Those specs were inmistakable. It was Ruth. Just an instant the vision lingered and then it disappeared. (Continued to page 79) 18

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(] H £9 P A Ro I of I N Alphabet A is for Allton So neat and trim B is for Boyd Not quite so thin C is for concentrate Which we all do I) is for Delma Who likes things new E is for Esther The Algebra wit F is for fame We’ve made a big hit G is for Goode (His name’s a lie) H is for Hunt He’ll do or die I is for Improvement We mustn’t pretend J is for Jo A regular friend K is for Kizer Whose work is never done L is for laughter That suits everyone M is for Mahan She is always jolly M is for Mid Never melancholy P is for Procter With a business head P is for Prince Whose favorite is Red R is for Robert Always ready to bet S is for Sturgeon The teachers’ pet S is for Smith So short and sweet T is for thinking The Seniors—nobody can beat V is for the victory We have attained W is for winners For which we are famed Z is for Zirkle Last but not least Who like the rest Enjoys a good feast —Ethel Boyd 17

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Aeon T H 15 IP 2 (CLASS POEM) I know of a little building, Tis a red brick by the road. Its vine covered walls of summac, Are with many years bestowed. Another building now is seen, Its walls are firm and strong; The giant structure shines and gleams On a lawn quite wide and long. Both are schools as you may guess. The first of years gone by; The latter is our present school, From which we model by. Readin’, Ritten’, ’Rithmetic, Are gone with the olden times; And instead are placed the texts Of things by greater minds. Now time goes on, as time has done, The schools again will change; The lessons quit as they begun; But yet one thing remains— The friendship formed is character made, We trod the path which has been trod, And the future shall say as we do now Still making men for God! —j. K. 19