Lake Stevens High School - Pilchuck Yearbook (Lake Stevens, WA)

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PROPHECY Tis twenty years the philosopher said, As he tipped back his hat and scratched his bald head, Since I was a student of Lake Stevens High, And visioned the world to be cake and mince pie. And he squinted his eye to pierce through the haze Of the time that had passed since those bygone days. Then that dimmed eye took on a new shine As he yelled I was one of the Class '29. So he whistles and sings as if on a spree For the old class is holding a grand jubilee, And sailing Lake Stevens in a swift little ship With all sails set for an enjoyable trip. There's whoop and hurrah and many a cheer As though the whole bunch is loaded with beer. Good spirits, to be sure, is the cause of the noise For the old folks imagine they're young girls and boys. One would wonder how the ship could possible float With such a crew trying to run the old boat; But 'iss Lewis, the advisor, stands duty on deck And keeps the lubbers from causing a wreck. Let us look on, at the faces we knew And hear what they each are living to do. They are now sailing their ship full-swing with the breeze, Some peel the spuds and others lemons do squeeze. Glancing over the class of '29 We see two eyes with a star-like shine. This film star who the world well knows Is Marion McKay, a real Irish Rose. Some college professors, of course there must be, Who study the world and teach students to see That the fishes would croak if the ocean were tea, And that a man could walk fast with legs like a flea. Here are three professors from the Paul Hopkins Institute, Each one has a pig-tail and surely looks cute. They have devoted their lives to teaching the Chinks So that they will be smart like we modern ginks. First there is Paul the man of them all Who teaches the yarns about Caesar and Gaul. As president of his school he's a regular king, And he teaches the kids their Latin to sing. Then there's Harold Holley who's classes all flunk Since he teaches astronomy and allied bunk. But although the little Chinks don't savvy the stars, Harold has found the Missing Link, living on Mars.

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Bill Nelson is the third of the pig-tailed crew, He certainly wears a long-legged queu. At perpetual motion, he has for many a year worked hard And at laat evaded friction by using greaseless lard. And here's Jack Hawkins that ordinary sheik Who we used to think was the only freak. For an up-to-date man, Jack is too common a name. So it's Hr. J. Hawkins, a sheik of great fame. A woman is raving and having a fit as though she has been by a rattle-snake bit. This is Frances Doph, who alarms all creation As a woman-suffrage piomoter in the Old Bachelor's Nation. There's nothing that would give your weak eyes more strength Than to see this short lady, just two yards in length. It is Ruth Neely, the complete sum and amount; She has composed a big song of— The Little Things that Count. Roosevelt Matson runs a pirate gang bold. They found the end .of the rainbow and got all the gold. Old Grizzly Beard Razz is an expert at the game, But among his old classmates he appears very tame. A folded contraption in one corner stands, Like a curious umbrella from far foreign lands. This is Etta Anderson's vest-pocket airship Which hauls a load to the moon at $6 a trip. In the Gossipping Gang we find many a lass Who is telling her history since she left the class. Let's turn an ear to what they are saying And get valuable news without even paying. Here are Elva and Vera and Agnes and Clara. They have collected their pennies and bought the Sahara For all the old maids that are cross-eyed and jaded From teaching school 'till their beauty has faded. Here's Mildred Koglund, with Cinderella's shoes, Who gets a page a day in the Hollywood News. With these slippers of glass on her dainty feet She gives to the audience a kick that's a treat. Who is that dame with the notorious look? From the way she's fed up I'll bet she's a cook. Another piped in, Hush on that chatter, That's Irene Parker, only she's fatter. Then the person who spoke revealed the whole story: She had gone back to Kansas and there earned her glory As queen of the Cornfeds—such a remarkable resident; But still she aspires to be first woman president.