Manistique High School - Kidinedamawin Yearbook (Manistique, MI)

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CLASS PROPHECY The year 1936 was rapidly drawing to a close when I determined to take a trip to look up my former class mates in M. H. S. Starting in my plane from Manistique, a Michigan metropolis, wh-ere I was employed in the Government Aviation Service, I decided I woulld first visit Detroit. Upon my arrival there I learned an important athletic meet was to take place and decided to attend it. When the Central High School basketball boys appeared, they were accompanied by their Coach, Jacob Andary. Jake had won great fame as a basketball player on our team While a Senior in M. H. S., so I wasn't surprised when the final whistle blew, Jakes' team had won the championship. The next day I found myself switfly fiying to Ann Arbor where I was iwsftorfished to meet Thomas Seller, now a well-known and respected man in Michigan. He had become Professor of Economics at the Univer- sity of his own state. I also saw Roland Follo Who was still attending that institution. Before starting my machine, I happened to glance down the street and saw a little brick building. As I went closer, I found that Lauritz Drev- dahl, proprietor of the Hand-Wash-Em-Clean laundry had just set up a new establishment. At his invitation, I inspected his cleansing methods, and I found Ida Quinlan and Eloies Cool, sweating like a pitcher of ice water over two sixteen pound flat irons. Margaret Peterson had just broken the handle off the wringer in her efforts to rid the clothes of soapsuds as fast as Abba Thompson was turning them out of the Washtub. The next morning I determined to set out for Buffalo, but While fiying over the country, I spied a little farm, and feeling hungry, thought I would inquire for something to eat. When I came to the gate, whom should I meet but Arthur Adams, now ofwner of this farm. He had settled down to quiet life and was the father of thirteen children. Frightened by a scar-ecrow he had placed in his field, I immediately set out for New York City. I stopped ir. this city for a few days to see all the marvels I had heard about. As I was walking down the street I saw the sign, Hart Millfiner Shop. I entered the shop and found Angela Hart fitting Iva Burns, now a housewife, and Laura Chandanais, now Mrs. Olson, with colossal headgear which looked like wash pans and Wagon Wheels. While there, I asked the whereabouts of Mary Lindenthal and

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