Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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Florine Fulkerson giving an illustrated lecture on art? My questions are answered; those “rapid fire’’ drawings can be none but hers. In a nearby city I see Miss Myrtle Ritter, prima donna, singing the leading role in the----------opera. Miss Evelyn Wyne holds the place of principal contralto with the same company. Their singing is certainly of a high order: their voices blended together would put a brass band in the shade. Next, my eyes alight on the city of Chicago, where 1 see in the new Sears Roebuck skyscraper, which has the top story on hinges lor the purpose of letting the moon go past. Mr. Harry Gardner, general floor-walker for this establishment. Here is another institution of learning: and in one of the rooms 1 see Miss Lenore Stephens, the same sedate little Lenore, in a prim little black dress w-ith foreign-looking little collar and cuffs, teaching French . She is, perhaps a little more dignified but is still recognizable. Farther south, but still in Illinois, I see in a little town called Hdwardsville the coziest of cottages. In the homelike library is Mrs. Laura Chandler L--------, sitting in a large leather chair with a book in her lap. She is reading aloud to a tall, distinguished looking man. who leans on the mantlepiece. and to two children, one on the arm of her chair, the other on a stool at her feet. At last my eyes seem drawn to the other continent. There, in a dainty studio, 1 see Miss Alta Gamage enveloped in a large bib-apron, while smudges of various colors of paint adorn her face. She is painting masterpieces by the score, and everywhere I hear her praise. ()ne is left from that class, and where. Oh where, shall I find her. I am half afraid ; but at last my eyes are slowly, slowly but irrisistibly drawn southward: farther and farther, hotter and hotter—surely no one could be found in such a place! At last appears a large dark spot. 1 look closer and see a band of natives in full paint and scant raiment, seated cross-legged on the sands. They have an expectant look, so I return to discover the cause. Just at the horizon 1 discern a small speck; it comes nearer ami nearer; at last I am able to see that it is an elephant, an especially large one, carrying a jogging, swinging canopy, under which I see—Oh, can it be?—myself! calmly jerking along under that sweltering sun. That elephant stops and Ursula clambers down. She is dressed in the native style, rings on iier fingers and bells on her toes. She alights, and taking her position before those heathen. I listen to a sermon poured forth in such a torrent of grunts and mysterious sounds as would astonish anyone .-Hort of an iron man. Perhaps Ursula could talk before, but she has certainly improved in speed. Suddenly a mist comes between me and the world, and I slowly come back from the Future. 1 open my eyes and find myself still in my own room. It is quite late, so I bid farewell to my vision, and wish the members of the Class of 1910 all success and happiness. URSULA KENNEDY. - 23 -

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Again, ! turn northward; here, in a hall patriotically draped with the Stars and Stripes, on the platform stands Mrs. Hope McGillivray R------, leading speaker on Woman's Rights, and exhorts her sister sufferers to arouse themselves. At the foot of the stairs, as of old, waiting to escort his speaker home, stands Mr. Royal Ritchie, now an eminent photographer, whose Photographic Art Studies have reached national note. Here— Oh, what is this I see! The White House! Yes—and without a doubt this is Mr. Dale Lawyer, dignified and scholarly, who, with his wife on his arm. takes his place to receive in the Blue Room. With throbbing heart I look to see what other great honors shall come to the Class of 1910. Before me extends an auditorium, filled to the doors with a “music mad” crowd. Suddenly I hear cheering, and a seemingly familiar figure trots upon the stage . He is large and manly, and through the shock of “musical hair which bushes out and down to his shoulders, I recognize William Rutledge Harris, lie makes his best bow. and seating himself on the stool, with a flourish, a slam and a bang, proceeds to render a Mozart-eclipsing composition of his own. 1 he audience and the piano stand the proceeding fairly well. In another part of the city, in a hall designed for the delight of fair Terpsichore, scraping and bowing. 1 see Professor Alfred ay-land. Dancing Teacher and Chorus C.irl Director. A monocle is screwed into the cavity where a natural eye should have appeared, and he wears his hair rather long, cut pompadour. He is assisted by Miss Agnes McCutcheon, who very daintily teaches the young men the sedate steps of that old-fashioned movement, the barn dance.” But before I can “tread but one measure” 1 am whisked away to a spacious green diamond, half surrounded bv a large amphitheatre. Among the crowd 1 spy Miss Marguerite Smithers. a penant in each hand. Wildlv waving the same, she frantically cheers for “Lefty! Lefty!!” Before he has acomplished that record-making home-run, my eves are fastened on a roomy farm house surrounded by terraces and fountains; the land rolls away like a great velvet carpet. C )h! 1 see at the table in tbe splendid dining room Mrs. Mae Barnes Z-------- and her husband. They are the owners of this, the model farm of the United States. I turn my eyes from this scene of quiet contentment and they alight on a large hospital; through the halls, like a ministering angel, slow and stately, glides Miss Amy Stoneking. the head nurse. Just down the avenue I see an immense hall. Many excited spectators are cheering. I peer around and recognize Mr. Maurice Poster standing forth and bowing in acknowledgement of the honors accorded him as the world’s champion pugilist. Brawny muscles and his robust frame win the admiration of the many college girls present. But who is this in the crowded opera house? Can it be Miss - 22 -

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History of the Class of 1910 BY ALFRED WAYLAND - ©«« September third ,1906, dawned a peaceful day in the little city of Macomb; but on that clay there assembled at the High School a class that should stand for the perpetuation of the school s honor, and should defend her against her most formidable foes until four short years had passed and Commencement snapped the vibrant chord that bad bound them in fraternal union. The class upon that day was vastly different from the one which will leave the school in June. They numbered nearly fifty, coming from every part of the county—from Good Hope to Littleton, from Bardolph to the western boundary. But they were an apt class; and as soon as the C lass of 1909 had administered the water hath under the school pump, which is so vitally necesssary to all aspirants to High School fraternity, they entered into the school’s history, to leave a mark that may be traced through all her future annals. But in every Freshman class there exists a spirit which is not entirely conductive to mental labors . 1 hough that spirit may sleep during the cold winter months, it is gathering force, and when the warm spring sunshine bursts forth, the demon awakes, and evert member feels a throb in his innermost soul which demands that lus class be made notorious. Xot unlike former organizations, this class rose in their youth to crush their upper classmen. Matters came to a climax at the boys’ declamatory contest. The Freshmen lost to the Class of 1906. The boys of the class arose in their indignation, swore vengeance at their superiors and attempted to revenge their defeat in the manual arts of warfare; but were not only escorted home by their upper classmen with barrel staves, but also were compelled to give vaudeville performances on the street corners for the amusement of all passersby. We awoke the next morning sadder but wiser Fresh-men. The year closed with the track meet at home; but the rain, pour- — 24 -