Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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1922WWWWW' MIRAGE 1 1922) Arthur F. Walt College Preparatory Course Edgar Williams College Preparatory Course Kathryn L Wright Commercial Course Irene Ellen Witham College Preparatory Course Mae Ellen Weidner Commercial Course Mabel Zeisler College Preparatory Course Maurice K. Chappius College Preparatory Course Miss Amerine Class Advisor ril0r Ttrrntu-four -

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Edward Veidt College Preparatory Course Anna C. Voris College Preparatory Course Grace E. Voris College Preparatory Course Ella A. Veidt Commercial Course Helen L Widener College Preparatory Course Leon E. Wolford College Preparatory Course Claude 11 Williamson College Preparatory Course Mary Wocan College Preparatory Course Tn-rnlvthrr«

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N the first year of the reign of Warren I larding, on the twenty-fifth day of the fifth month, came the word of this prophecy unto me saying. “W rite, and seal not the word of this prophecy, for the time is at hand. Behold, there shall be times and seasons and troublous years for this generation, and men shall wax old and weary with the toil of life be- cause they were not perfectly furnished thereto. But unto those whose names are written in the book, of this prophecy there shall be no weariness of years. And that to which they set themselves shall be accomplished as it is written in the book of this prophecy. There came unto me in the stillness of the night the Muse, whose hair was of silver threads, his eyes were drops of radium, his brow was white like the snow, his vesture was a Cereus Cloud. And he spake unto me saying. Come hither, and I shall show you many things which shall shortly come to pass. And I arose and he carried me away in the spirit to the brink of a beautiful calm lake. A light canoe paddled by Marie Acker shot across the still surface and as the young girl arose to scan the shore the craft capsized, throwing her into the water. A tall young man rushed from the bank and swam out to the girl. As he brought her to the surface I knew it was Dewitt He righted the canoe and the two returned to the little Swiss village where they were spending their honeymoon The sun was sinking behind the adjacent mountain, its red gold rays glorifying the snow-capped peak. From around an icy ledge slowly advanced Otto, a mountain guide, leading the globe trotter. Margaret Johnson, across the Alps. Almost at once I saw again these well loved halls Assembly had been called and the principal, Ruth Hummel, was lecturing the Freshmen on the clangers of parking their Kiddie Kars in the halls. A physical culture department had been installed with Dorothy Rabe as instructor In the Domestic bciencc Laboratory a busy class supervised by Anna Pence w as preparing hot lunches to be served free to the students at the noon hour. The vision faded and lo. I was in the City I lospital. A pleasant nurse, Flcanor, greeted me and led me to a w'ard where Henrietta Dickson and Dorothy Himes lav swathed in bandages. Dorothy had broken her neck while attempting to raise a new flag over the City Hall in a patriotic demonstration. Henrietta, while in college, had been kicked by her pony and severely injured. A noted surgeon had been summoned from England but I would never have recognized the w hite robed figure, had Flcanor not explained that it was Dr. Paul Langwasser. Over many fields I wander with the Muse to the land of the Great West. On a little farm in ISouth Dakota. Ana Miesse was calling an army of chickens to their evening meal. While thus engaged she was hailed by a lusty call as the school teacher. Ella Veidt, mounted upon a black pony cantered down the slope from the little red brick schoolhouse On a large ranch at the foot of the Rockies, I found Mike Hoyman smoking his after dinner pipe and loudly snoring beneath a great tree. Everything else was in a state of hurry and confusion. Ralph Darling, chief cowboy of the Hoyman outfit, w as making ready for the spring rhodeo. Across the brown prairie galloped a girl in sombrero with coiling lariat swinging high in pursuit of a big steer. As she came nearer I recognized Virginia Richardson, the Cattle Queen of the Rio Grande. Again I find myself transported to Mexico. The sky was brilliant with (lame and the horrible roar of cannon and shriek of battle filled the air. On