Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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ski’s on his way down town, promising to call for us later. We were shown into a beautiful apartment by a neat little maid. The room was furnished in Oriental style with very rich rugs and hangings. In about five minutes Madame Brabioschowski entered. She was a tall, black-gowned, woman of striking appearance. I could not see her features plainly at first, but she suddenly turned so that the light fell on her face, and I nearly fainted. It was Anna Schussler, mv old High School friend. She recognized me at once and we had a long chat about old times. She finally consented to try and call up her “spooks.” and to ask them about our old class. (She did not call them that, she called them her “guides.”) She put out all the lights except one near her. which was turned very low, I felt uncomfortable, but I said nothing. For a long time there was not a sound in the room. Then suddenly she broke into a rippling laugh. “I see it all very plainly. Now don’t or you will spoil it all!” “There is a large, gloomy, castle in England. The draw- ing room is very brilliantly lighted. A beautiful woman with sparkling eyes is seated at a piano playing. The jewels on her fingers and in her hair flash in the light Now she has stopped playing and the {people flock around her calling her “Lady Dawson” and complimenting her playing. Now she is turning this way. Why, it is Ethel Cannon. “She was a famous performer on the American stage be- fore she married the Englishman. She had quite a little ro- mance of her own.” A long pause followed, then1—• “Now I see a ranch in Arizona. A cowboy comes dash- ing up and catches his pretty little wife in his arms and they walk off together. It is Paul Dye. lie came here when he graduated from High Sehool, and has grown rich and now owns this great ranch. IIus one weakness is dancing, and he gives a dance almost every week, to which everyone for miles around is invited, and where many successful matches have, been struck. “Now it is a fashionable shop in Paris. A number of finely dressed ladies are looking at the gowns, hats, and paint- ings on display. One of them asked for Madame Princeton, the fashion expert, and the owner of the establishment. She enters, a beautiful woman dressed in a black velvet gown, with pretty brown hair, done up in the latest style, and carrying a palette and brush. Who—0! it is Edna Ilockett. She was al- ways an artist.” Then a few moments intervened while another guide was called. Soon we were given a picture of the (Grand Opera of Paris, entitled ‘Academic de Musique.” A tall slender man

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Class ropijecp AFTER ray High School career it had always been my highest ambition to travel extensively. I took a great interest in teaching Elocution for the following eight years, when one day 1 learned that my uncle at Berlin had suddenly died and left me heir to an immense sum of money My ambition could now befulfilled and 1 at once took the opportunity. Having learned that an ex-member of my class of 1912 lived at Cairo, Egypt, I immediately wrote to her, stat- ing I would visit her a few days on my tour around the world. I left New York on a beautiful May morning, on “Kaiser William,” one of the Goodrich Liners. “I’ve been wondering about our old class in high school,” I said to my friend and her husband, as we sat at their cozy little, supper table one night in 1920: “And I’ve decided to go to see Madam Bradioschowski, down on Palm Street. Would you care to go with me to-night?” My (friend agreed to go with me, but her husband said, ‘Why. do you think she can tell you about your old class?” Why, she’s a spiritual medium and she’s the real thing, and not a fake. She can make the spirits tell her.” He laughed, but stopped with us at Madame Brabioechow-

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with flowing hair is leading the orchestra at the footlights of the —Behold! it is Raymond Williamson. He always has been a natural born musician. But what does he do during his idle hours. He has not forgotten the basis furnished by his course in Botany in the High School. Among his many wonderful works he has grafted strawberries and milkweeds together and produces strawberries and cream. We again talk of old times and were greatly surprised and pleased with the glory of the class of ’12. As we went home my friend fold her husband all that Madam Brabioschowskii had said; but he only laughed and said it was “all a humbug.” Now isn’t that just like a man? Vera Kruell, ’12. “DON’T READ THE BACK COVER”