Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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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

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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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1922 Wf WWW MIRAGE 1922 a bloody battlefield Sergeant McLain fell wounded. From the dark came an angel-faced girl, clothed in white with a red cross on her brow, and I saw Mabel Zcisler with the aid of Isabelle Kistler. the ambulance driver, take the soldier to a base hospital where he was put in charge of Dr. James Bruncy. It was sunrise on the deep. A diver was about to make a search for pearls. In astonishment I recognized Margaret Smetters in a diver's suit. She turned, signaled to Pilot Fdgar Williams, and began her descent to the pearl fisheries The sea gave place to the interior of a home for Spinsters. Here, surrounded by a group of admiring relics of Flapperism. Gladys Shaeffer and Ireta Huddle were telling of the conquests they had made while in school Far over distant seas we traveled. In his private office of the First National Bank of the Hawaiian Islands. President Benson Smith was dictating letters to his private secretary. Fern Pacot. At the cashier's window Lawrence Micsse was passing out crisp banknotes to John Marten, oil king, who straightway lit a fat cigar with a thousand dollar note. In the Bahama Islands a chain of flourishing manufactories had sprung up and Robert Reed had made a fortune from the sale of his wonderful Gyro-Compasses My companion took me by the hand and we entered the Land of the Rising Sun. It was sunset and the chapel bells were tinkling faintly In a secluded spot on a grassy knoll, sat Beryl, surrounded by a group of admiring heathen child- ren She was telling them Bible Stories that had been compiled by Elizabeth Flcwctson, the noted child's author Swiftly we sped to Borneo where I saw Standish O’Grady. Sog had learned dentistry at college and had come back to Lancaster to establish an office. His practice was so painful, however, that the peace of the whole commumts was often disturbed by the howls and shrieks issuing from his office At last Mayor Ruth Pickering exiled him and ordered her sheriff. Fugenie Hummel, to take him away to spend the rest of his days taming the wild women of Borneo. In San Francisco stcxxl a large building. On the front a sign proclaimed. Edmond’s Non-Gravvablc Shirt Front Co. Inside I found the bookkeeper. Mary Louise Ewing, and the inseparable stenogs. Helen Richardson and Anna Louise Bauman. In the next block the Police Gazette Office stood. The paper had grown to a monstrous size under the new editor. Francis Mock. Much credit must be given, however, to the illustrator. Donald Rockey. Farther down the street. Policeman Red Pickering was chasing a Chinaman up an alley A distant purring came to my ear. Looking up I saw Kate Nolder in one of the latest biplane models doing hair-raising stunts for a California moving picture corporation, controlled by Arthur Klise. Her noted co-star Hilda Molar, was preparing to swing by her toes while Kate did a nose dive. I caught my breath and immediately saw the town hall at Sugar Grove. The prelude to the program was played by our violinist. Ralph Humphrey, accom- panied by Grace Voris. As the music died away, Clarence Keller introduced the Prima Donna of the evening. Lucille Dcffenbaugh From the topmost row of the peanut gallery. Mae Baumgardner Fink and her husband beamed joyfully upon their former classmates. The vision faded and the Muse spake saying. Behold the future happiness of thy dearest friend. And. indeed I looked down upon an amazing scene. On the calm waters of a Venetian canal, under the silver beams of the moon, floated three gondolas. In the first, decked in gay colors, was a band of musicians. Jack Fumiss. in quaint Italian costume, led them in playing the dreamiest of 1 iawaiian music. The second gondola in the form of a beautiful swan was com- pletely lined with wonderful brides roses and gorgeous rosettes. Seated among the flowers were Donald and Thalta. With them were the maid of honor. Bess An- derson. and Myles Turner, the best man The third gondola was completely covered w ith ferns and palms from the tropics and filled with gayly dressed brides- maids. bearing huge bouquets The procession glided on to a massive cathedral. Irene Witham was playing a resounding prelude on the organ as the Minister. I’afff Ticrnty-mx