Ludington High School - Oriole Yearbook (Ludington, MI)

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Will you girls ever lorget Rehearsal 71330 L ' lDoesn't that sound natural? YVell. the rest ot the girls can 't be enjoying this very much-- Lottie, wha't's on you? mind? You look as tho' you had about a year's experience to tell. Lottie- I was thinking about some ot the people that have been away this year. Has anyone seen Vera l'alm since she frame home? or Esther Blumenstoek? Esther thinks Northwestern is just line, doesn't sheg and Vera said at t'hristmas that she liked Augustana-and there is quite a Ludington colony at M. A. t'. too. Edwin Ewing, Cosmer and Bill, Or- ville Laidlaw and llud Perry. 'llhen Marjorie and Bill Goldberg and Dave Hiller are representing our elass at Ferris-so we are quite scattered are'nt we I l wish we eould have a reunion and have the picnic we didn't have last June. Helen- But Lottie. would you go? 1 tho't sometimes yon did 'nt like class parties without certain underelassmen in theinf' Beulah--'Oh l don't think elass picnics are much fun either. l'd rather have pienies for two. Maybel- No, Beulah likes to have some ot the alumni present, doesn't shel?l' Mildred- And canoe pienies up Lincoln River- How is the Stough canoe this summer. Beulah f Helen- Edith you are still dreaming. Now it 's time to wake up and tell us what has been the subject ot your meditations. Editheiwith a startt Oh-whyfl didn't realize il was lost to the world. l've been thinking about Madelines prophecy, not much ot it has COH19 true yet has it? But then. l suppose it couldn't all come true in one year. Bob Vfilliams hasn't followed the witches prediction, and he intends to become a doctor instead of a singer. doesn't he? and Nora Bengston was to be a ministers wife. Time alone will reveal how true that prediction was. l hardly think John Rhora will be the Circus Manager Madeline made him. after all. Myrtle Gruver probably won 't be a suttragette. Slle is preparing to teach school instead. l think Lydia and Flora will be the business woman and artist Madeline made them. Flora and Lilly should both study voiee as the sage prophesiedg and Hugo gives promise oi' being a banker and musician instead or ll. S. President. VVe'll appre- ciate him more. as we will have him in lnidington more. Helen- XYell. you did have memories didn't you? Not the memories that bring a tear tho. l hope. Editli- No4not tears. 'l'here hasn't been anything to make us teel that way: but l surely have mentioned almost everybody in my little speech. Vlara- You didn't say anything about striking a Goldberg- Mildred- XVell. we have really had a class reunion in our thoughts, haVe'nt we Q' I wish we eould have a real one tho'. Beulah4 NVith some ot 'l'uttle'r-4 llaeket in it. Oh help! now l am mad! Sure. l've worked an eyelet in the---fwhile l have been listening to von girls. Why girls, who is that eoming up the street with Hill Mc- Gregor! lt looks like Marjorie l'laee. Why it is! The girls dropped their work and rushed down the 'steps with all their old enthusiasm. rllliere is a eontused babble ol' greetingseand Bill hurriedly re- tires, The girls bring Marjorie baek to the Hvhora. porch. and gather around her. Lottie-'Now tor the lirst real reunion ot the lnter Sese's 'tFor in Union There is Strength. Vurtain.

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lllihlred-2'tlb yes. everyone talks like that down there. Why even my room- mate is getting so that she tells me about maxillipeds and arthropads, and now, she has to pad. ' IIeleuf Yes. and Mildred eau give you a eomplete 'tllistory ot Education. She has sueh an Uedueated look that people don't have to be educated to love her, liilllln hottie- J' lJoesu't Marjorie take llistory ot Ed. at Ferris, tool? I thought she was telling us about it at Vhristmas time, She's learned about two years' work siuee she's been away from Bill. My! I wish she could be here today, and then we would have a real reunion- VVho has heard from her lately F lleulah- Well, I havn't. l wonder where she is. She was to visit some triends near here as soon as school was out, but it she doesn't answer my letter l 02111 't be expected to know where she is. l'lara- Girls, Ilelen is dreaming again. WVe will have to make her tell us what it is about this time. Let's start with her and go right around the eirele and make everyone tell what they were thinking ot awhile ago. liottie- What it we don't want to? Edith- Then you will have to write out seven copies and send us each one by the tirst mail. Mildred, what do you want to do? Mildred- Well, you know l don 't like to write very well. so maybe l'd bet- ter tell my dreams. l was thinking about how many changes this year had brought. Still our Senior year seems so vivid--especially Commence- ment week. Let me see-tirst was Baccalaureate night. Do you remem- ber how we practiced tor that proeessional. and then how we just came straggling out by ones and twos with no more solemnity than anything V? But the i'Oll1lllt'IlCP1l1t'1lil proeessional went better didn 't. it? I was seared to death to go up those steps. And then the Junior Banquet was a dandy. Just think, those Juniors are right in our old places, and the sehool is aetually getting along without us. l wonder it every elass felt as im- portant as we did. Speaking ot' the -Iunior lianduet, I wonder where Mr. Haag is. Do you remember the tatherly advice he gave us that night? li0lll2llll-Hilll, and do you remember bow we almost used a wedding mareh to praetiee the proeessionali' 'l'oo bad we didult, it might have been good praetiee for llliarjorie- Nlildred- Never mind the wedding ma'reh Beulah. we're speaking of past events-not future-and besides, maybe you and Helen will be needing , ww . , . . , ' D ' lllendolsons betore Marjorie doesf Clara- Well, l imagine I was thinking of the same thing that Beulah, lllaybel and Mildred were-namely-''Bachelor Hall! -lust think, a year ago lllay lbth, we girls made our appearanee in the tolotliglltsf' lllaybel- les, t'lara, and dont torget the boys in it-especially Jaek llleredith- l3etty do you still demand proof for everythingll lllaybe not sueh a demonstrative proof tho'g Vlaire, just remeniber what a star your mother was in her day, and do eredit to the Valn Styne 11211119 in the Fatal Shot tasidel the dear ehild is beautiful tonight the perlieet image ot l1er mother. ' lieulah-'tYeth lllama-Poly do you still think ala H I YWWLXIITS are the worst eranks you ever saw? And the tleHU0,,S-.,11,.Stt.l. IMD, and Ecky. do you remember how thi Ilmn ' . ' - -. Y I ' ' - It 1 1 f . Emil lohnson tluuy up his halnds aml san , l hood Ileaveus-the deaeonsg and Fred Hollander as l'inkerton 1'-ise with his loml elues blasted. That play was W,-minlv .I lm of ffm l ' ' C ' ' in'

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THE OLD FASHIONED MIRROR. tvluaiut little mirror, mahogany-framed Standing. forgotten against the wall l'uder the painted apple hloom branches 'l'hat over your shining surface fall. liaeli of the mystical silver sileu-Pe, Fain would I glimpse thro' a fairy 's eyes. luto dim vistas of long dead fa'ces, Uimpled and smiling or grey with sighs. 'I'here is a maiden whose lirst ball awaits Daintily toying with patch and curl, Shimmering gown that breathes of roses, Pearls on a throat itself a pearl. There is a bride whose misty future Like a long path of moonlight seemsg Soft eyes shining thro filmy drapings Pure and fragrant as maiden dreams. There is a face whose patient sorrow Life has etched with 110 gentle hand. Pinning a black-draped widow's bonnet O11 thin gray locks that her forehead band. Misty phantonis of days long vanished, You have tested this thing called life! Felt youth thrill of an easy victory, Met defeat in a hard-fought strife! You have lived hours of careless pleasure, Sweet as rose leaves, but fading too, th-iefs and pains ere the end have taught yon fades, that is rue, hei Une thing never What do yon see in my face reflected. As you peer thro the silver veil, So that your dim eyes almost sparkle luto mine ere the vision pale ? Vhiu to yielding and eyes too dreamy. Lips that quiver at. slightest pain U? How will the hastening years betray, Showing steadily, All is vain lx' VVhere. Uh where are those charming faees NYhich the mirror was wont to see? Solemnly says the voice of silence, All is ashes and vanity l Yet the glass has a sweeter message, NVe the mirror's own part may play- Ourselves the mirror the l'e1-feet Img 4. . . H gli Lovliness passing not away. 1 Hildegarde Hagerman- Cl :rl ss of 1911