Maitland High School - Chieftain Yearbook (Maitland, MO)

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to board a car and rest myself in some quiet theatre. However, scarcely had I entered the car when a cheery voice informed me that I surely should have that ride free since I was an old friend of his. Looking to see the conductor, whom should it be but Nathan Williams. Arriving at the theatre and scanning the program I found that it offered a special feature, the extremely popular Twirling Twins, professional solo dancers of Broadway fame, in private life the twins are Ruth and Louise Gal- lagher. Their entertainment was decidedly pleasing, and it was with much reluctancethat I left the theatre. I felt somewhat rested: but thinking a facial massage would be refreshing I stopped at the Beauty Parlor as was my custom. However, I was not greeted by the usual lady attendant. Instead, coming toward me with a warm reassuring smile was a woman of woncmmus beauty. I felt like embracing her when I saw it was Grace Colwell, who was widely known as Madam Gracia. So numerous were her duties that I couldn't impose on her for more time to visit. In my haste for a car I fell. as I stef-ned from the curb, striking my head against the step. I knew nothing from then until I looked up into the face of the kindly physician. I had suffered a slight fracture of the skull, and had been taken to the hospital. I heard a nurse address the physician as Dr, Ira, upon questioning her, she told me that it was Dr. Ira Reimold, the leading surgeon of the institution. Upon the table near me was a variety of reading material. The nurse brought me one of the books one day and urgently requested me to read it. She told me how it was the talk of the hour, and how the author fwho by the way was Velma Watsonj, had become rich over night be- cause of the success of that one book, the title of which is Flourishing Flappersf' The nurse then informed me that one person in the position of Superintendent of Schools created quite a sensation making a public speech denouncing the book. His picture was in the evening paper and upon look- dng at it, I didn't need to be told that it was Frederick Edwards, another graduate of M. H. S. in 1923. In. the same paper I read the following head lines. Senators Rozelle and McHugh made effective speeches before the Senate. Having thus seen all my classmates in their future professions and vocations, I was wondering what could possibly happen to me. Just then I experienced an unearthly jar and jolt, I felt myself being shaken and I heard Auntie's voice calling me. Our steamer had entered the port and we were ready to land. I had fallen asleep and this was my dream q Louise Weller. I VIIQQBP- f I i Page Tlurty 41

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4.4 elm ll ll SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The old adage t'Opportunity knocks but once, is known to all. I have heard it repeatedly all through my years of school life. It had always been my ambition to go abroad, but I never allowed myself to think about it as more than a dream. But thanks to Providence for so kindly blessing me with at least one relative who had at all times sufficient funds to promote life, health and the pursuit of happiness. The aforementioned relative was in the person of a maiden aunt, for whom l was named. She had been asked by a select group of mothers to chaperon their daughters on a sight-seeing tour of Europe. She willingly consented, priding herself that she had been so honored. In writing to my mother about it all, she asked if I might be her companion. No longer was I to dream of my ambitions-my one opportunity had come. Time and space does not permit me to go into detail about the entire trip. Not until I was established in my aunt's private cabin, and until we were almost amid ocean could I realize it was so. As I was reclining on a handsomely upholstered lounge, there ap- peared before me numerous visions, all in mystic form, yet unmistakably familiar to me. The first one was preceded by harmonious chords of music. Thcy seemed almost to lull me to sleep, when suddenly in the foreground of a large orchestra I recognized my friend and classmate, Glen Wakely, with his pearl-handled baton. He soon came forward to introduce his capable and efficient assistant and soloist, Raymond Brown. Just as I was offering a word of congratulation, this scene was no more. I was ushered into another unusual situation. I found myself be- ing ushered into the pew of a larse modern church. The pipe organ, un- der the able management of Raissa Wright, was pealing fourth sounds of devotional songs. As I scanned the hymnal I learned that this church was the Meth- odist Episcopal denomination. Then as the choir ceased singing, there arose in the pulpit a large, handsome and very intellectual appearing man. One could not mistake him for any one but the preache1'. Surely this was no one of my acquaintance, but in his sermon, the minister gave a few anecdotes of his childhood. Then I recoffnized him as one of the Seniors of 1923, Gale Cowden. But to my utter chagrin, the sermon was conclud- ed, strains of a wedding march vibrated through the church, and casual- l glancing around, I saw, marching down the aisle, two friends of mine, Ernestine Weller and Wright Hooper, followed by the usual attendants. All this confusion seemed quite trying on my nerves, so I decided ff:-.. Page Twenty-nine I Q 3 1

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SENIOR POEM Donna Cowden, Junior In order that you all may know There's one boy in this class who never This brilliant class of '23, agrees . I I now will make the Story grow, But sometimes his arguments fail By giving their personality. In all classes he seems to be This terrible arguer, Gale Relmold' the famous pregldent. There's another girl I must tell you about Makes peace in all class strife, . . For she never says a thing, ATF worfs Filth al: good fgtent Louise Gallagher! some one may shout 2 s 2 1' : . . . 0 ml e H 1 S' Orlous le And truly their voices do ring Wright Hooper is the S'3'cTet31'y One boy there is by the name of Blown, A proud 211111 pompous bor, Who workes from morn till night, He was never known to be contrary who Says! UI couldnvt live in town, But an delight and joy' For town folks aren't real Liight Ernestine Weller with a smile cr a frown Qne great musiciaiihas the glass, IS never too busy to Yeuv McHugh the name she bears But why she insists on staying in town She is ai Very Winsome 1355, We Never CHN get her to ten- And she'll take most anyone's dares T. Nathan Williams you think is quiet Youfli ag-Yee 1155 3 Wonderful boy Ami Wlth YOU I 38199 But he'll argue that two ones are three BM he Stays UP S0 late 215 Night And all the teachers he tries to annoy S0 fhllfb U19 109215011-S097 This boy usually known as Freddie ltaissa Wright is a little mite, Vvatggyi is thg girl Whois quiet BM only ill Stat'-ire YOU- 599, And she is quite good lookingg IN W0l'k She DUN UP Such 3 fight She dosenlt stay out late at night, With never a bluff nor a plea. Anil she excells in cooking. Wherever you see him he's always the same Ruth Gallagher says she'll be an old maid il This. Senior the fellows call Wake, And perhaps a great orator beg Some folks think he is working for fame To make her own living, she's not afraid, And some day the class honors may take. But she may change her mind, you see Grace Colwell is noted for noise Next, I will tell you of Martha Rozelle, And also ,a worker is she, The girl with the black bobbed hairg She never even makes eyes at the boys She thinks of herself as the reigning- belle, And is always as good as can be. Which is not altogether unfair. I Last, Louise Weller, the famous bluffer, How she does it no one seesg I Wh-en she does it, she dosen't seem to , suffer, L And she certainly can get the E's. Dzh E 2 5 I2 ala '..s EEE Q E E ' ' 3 hit' ' Page Thirty-one