Lodi High School - Tiger Tales Yearbook (Lodi, OH)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY by Doris Sommer After school one athe I was helping the town in its clean-up week campaign, I decided that the attic of our house was a good place to begin. Up into the eaves of the house I went in search of trash. What I ddscovered was not a little trash but literally a goldemine of it. The first thing that caught my attention was a box of books. Looking through these for an hour or so, I soon came to the conclu= sion that they might as well be thrown out, for no one reads those old-time books any more. Next a box full of everything imaginable came to my attention. In this I found an old- fashioned bussle, an Owege board, a worn-sout wig, and clear in the bottom was a crystal ball and a book on fortune telle ing. I lifted the crystal ball from its box and put it on. the floor and started looking through another box, when suddenly I noticed that the crystal ball was beginning to glow from within with a queer light, The light grew brighter and brighter and finally lit up the whole attic, Inside the ball a little figure suddenly appeared and starticd me out of my wits when it spoke to me. Yes, oh Master, what is it you wish? the little figure asked in’a squeaky voice. When I regained my tongue, I replied, Who are you, and why do you call me your Master? I have never seen you before in my life I I call you Master because it is written that the first person to take this crystal ball from its hiding place shall have any wish fulfilled that he desires. What is your wish, oh Master? 3 You mean to tell me that I may have any wish fulfilled? I asked in astonishmens. Yes, that is right. You may have anything you wish ex- cept one thing, and that is the wish to be rich. I can fule- fill only good wishes, and the wish to be rich is an evil one, explained the midget figure. Well, let's see. What shall I wish for? I asked, partly to the figure and partly to myself, 'Most people wish to look into the future, the inhabi- tant of the ball said hoping to help me, Alright, I said, I should like to look into the future lives of my classmates at school and see how they will fare in the struggle of life, but, of course, I suppose that Is asking too much of such a little figure. as yourself? Not at all, answered my little friend, for the super= natural ones, nothing is too much.

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MESSAGE FROM THE PRESIDENT OF THE CLASS OF 1943 By Janet Bartholomai Would it ever arrive? Little did we think in September 1931, that May 1943 would arrive so quickly, but now that the long looked-for day has come we hesitate—do we want to leave? For twelve long years we have endeavored to obtain the know- ledge and skills which will be the basis of our life in years to comes As graduation approaches, we wonder what the years ahead of us have in store. Perhaps it is a good thing that we cannot foretell and foresee the future events. Regardless of what tomorrow has for us, the friendships, and the school act-= ivities, and the-experiences in meeting problems and solving them throughout these years should be a very dofinite asset in meeting situations whieh will arise in later life. As we look on the world today and see the problems which we will bescalled upon to solve in this world so disorganized and upset by war, we can sco placcs where we might havc done better. However, these facts romain unchanged by wishful thinking. Therefore, in the future, wo must rosolve to put our best into whatever wo are doing. It is for these reasons that we have taken, and aro now completing, this twelvee-ycar course in school. I hopo evory Sonior has succoeded in taking somothing from this training that will help him in this troubled and trying world. So in closing, I would like to say to the Seniors: Should school acquaintance be forgot And nevor brought to mind? Should school acquaintanco be forgot And days of Auld Lang Syne? For teachers, classmates, schoolmatos all A tonder thought we bring; Our loving tribute as to-night Our parting song we sing. And hero's a hand my friond of ycars, Give us a hand of thine; And pledge a lasting loyalty For days of Auld Lang Syne. wel) Sve

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I'll believe it when you prove it to me, I told him scoffingly. Ten gaze into the crystal ball and the life of your classmates will unfold before you, my little friend replied. Here is what I saw=-the remarks in parenthesis are the thoughts that ran through my mind at the time. The scene that greeted my eye when I gazed into the cry- stal ball was the interior of one of the largest banks in New York City--The Anderson Trust Company--and yes, there sat Edgar Anderson, the President of the Bank (his interests must have changed from girls to money). sh doesn't she?) Who's that asking for a Traveler's Check for Eleanor? Why, it's Marilyn Barnhart, Secretary to F. D. Roosevelt. (she used to be a good Republican, too.) There's Janet Bartholomai--she's an Opera Star now (look what her practice did for her!) Who's that cashing a check? It's Gene Bowman, Seems he's an Expert on Affairs of the Heart and Home” (maybe that was what his nickname Booty was for!) Here come two girls arm in arm. We recognize Mary Bow- man and Marilyn Bradeng Mary is a HateCheck Girl and Marilyn the Cigarette Girl at Ciro's (tch, tch, girls--didn't your Mamats done tol!’ you?) Oh, yes, I forgot! Andy Caesar came in with Marilyn Barnhart--he's Pocyauers to F. D. Roosevelt (he and Marilyn must be doing nicely: Here come two more girls--one is Manaser of'a Beauty Salon, Alice Cook and the other is Bubble Dancer, Vivienne Crosby ! Who's that looking at the ceiling? Why, it's Alethia Davis. She's an Astrologer now. (my, my, what her night life did for her a There's someone over there Shadow-boxing =-it must be Prize Fighter, Bob DeVoe (Bantam weight, of course). The little figure then said, We're leaving the Bank now, the next scenes will show your classmates at their work. The crystal ball was flooded with dazzling light and suddenly I saw, with a bit of veiling in his hand, Hat and Dress Designer, Ralph Farner (he never told me!) The little figure said, Zip, and Star of Superman Movies, Duane Garberich appeared (he must control the wires !) Zap,” said my little friend and there sat Bill Gordon in Solitary Confinement at Alcatraz (he used to be so quiet $) ip there was Lillian Gorey, the wife of a riveter at Lockheed (her defense job must have beon a means to an end.) t?