Lebanon University - Link Yearbook (Lebanon, OR)

Page 38 text:

EDWARD BROOKS-hEDDIEJh He thought as a sage, but felt as a mam-conscientious and thorough. Al- ways in the office paying his billS-WQ wonder why. Therehs a reason-regis- trars. NEWTON BLATT-hNEWT He is a hard worker and somewhat of a lady,s man. Slow and gentle, he will stand without hitching-at the Univer- sity entrance. WILLIAM CARSON--hWILLIE The famous minister of the class. He likes to expound the gospel far and near -among the highways and hedges he likes to mingle. hPage Thirfy-sixl

Page 37 text:

CLASS PROPHECY Appollo had driven his chariot into the sea. Night had thrown her velvet cover about the earth. The moon mounted the sky and the stars took their appointed places. The gentle breezes were heavily laden with the fragrance of flowers. I sat in my room pondering over the problems of school life when suddenly a great light appeared before me. It assumed the form of a goddess more fair than Venus 0r Juno. Her face grew radiant as she said, ItMy name is Somnia and I have come to assist you in forecasting the future of your classmates? She waved her wand and bade me enter her aeroplane of dream. A dreari- Hess seized me and we flew upward almost touching the sky in our journey. Silently and swiftly we flew until we saw the lights of a city in the distance. As I alighted she wrapped a cloud of mist about me that I might move about without being seen. Walking through one of the streets I observed a crowd assembled on one of its corners. As I approached, I recognized Miss Pugh proclaiming woments rights, while at her side a banner was supported by an elderly lady whom I recognized as Nelle Thompson. I wished them success and left them to enjoy their work. A sign at the window, ttT. W. Horton, Superintendent of Schools, attracted my attention. I ascended the steps to the office where I found my old cla3smate busily engaged in looking over some school papers. Iapproach- ed and attempted to shake hands with him only to find that he had vanished in the darkness. Our Iplane carried us over hills and dales and we alighted near a farm house. I heard a familiar voice and turned to see ttPete Bowker coming with a pail of milk to the doorway where Blanche stood. Their joy seemed complete, so we left them. As we flew over a city I heard a voice above the whirr of the wheels of the aeroplane. I remembered the philosophy Class and was not surprised, on enter- ing the church, to find my old classmate, O. E. Kress, preaching so eloquently that everyone in the congregation was leaning forward to catch every word he uttered. Later I entered a bookstore in the town and saw some books bearing the name of Newton Blatt, as author. I found that he lived in town and imme- diately set out to find him. As we entered the house we found Newton sitting contentedly in an easy chair, while Mrs. Blatt, whom we knew as Gail, wrote ' incessantly. A new book had been announced and as soon as she could com- plete it she would publish it in Blattis name as usual. We left them at their fond conniving. At last we approached an Indian reservation where the goddess told me I should find two of my classmates. I noticed some fine school buildings in one part of the grounds, and Indians were scattered over the campus studying. On the steps of the main building stood my old friends. Peters and SEV'et'ln,-W110 had come out west to teach in this government school. But our time was 11mlt- ed and were compelled to hurry along. . As we visited a certain city we went to hear a famous quartette smg and found it was composed of my old friends Whitehouse. Brooks, Olt and Carson. As we left the building for our machine we passed by a hospital where we saw Mabel Shawhan in nurse's attire patiently attending a poor man whose arm Edward Dickson was just amputating. We turned our course homeward and while in mid-air we almost collided with another machine driven by the intrepid Vance. But soon our eventful journey was at an end. The goddess waved her Wand and disappeared. Opening my eyes I saw that night had Fled with her mantle. The sun shone brightly, the birds sang sweetly and flowery perfume filled the air. I walked to the window and was thankful to Somnia for the glance she had given me behind the curtain. STARR GORDON. Uz'age Thirty-fivel

Page 39 text:

OTTO KRESSwllOTTo VON KRESS llThen he will talklye gods, how he will talkll' His highest ambition is to be a ugym director or a doctor, although he says there is one case he can never cureva love case. RUSSELL 0LT nThe very pink of courtesy. He is a sincere, sturdy fellow does very good work, but never fails to enjoy the happy side of life. A. J. PETERS His only request, please give him a restf' Itls work and work and work and work. IIPage Thirty-sevenl