Manlius High School - Mirror Devil Yearbook (Manlius, IL)

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T H E ALARM 1923 23 Junior Prophecy ME years after I had graduated from M. H. S., I had a vacation during le months of September and October. 1 his seemed the opportune time find out what had become of those of the class of ’24, so I tucked in ly shoe strings and started on my journey. I stopped at Chicago to see some interesting sights, and became especially interested in the Bohemian quarters. Everybody there was wild over an artist named Noscaasi Yorel. You could have knocked me over with a load of bricks when I shook hands with LeRoy Isaacson. He recognized me, saw my questioning expression and, in a few moments, amid the din, explained, My name was my first obstacle in my becoming an artist, so I just spelled it backward, see? Furthermore, I’m a type of blond Russian,” he laughed, “Phychology explains it. You’ve got to create interest— my work didn’t do it, so I did. Now my pictures create a sensation.” '1'he next day I was passing through the truck farm district just out of the city, when a young man in a flivver stopped, raised his hat, and said, “I beg your pardon, do you want a ride? I am going only a short distance down the road but should be glad to accommodate you... Cantering Centipedes!”, he exclaimed, as I raised my head, “you must come home to dinner and meet my wife.” Mrs. Mervin Glafka surely was a fine hostess. After dinner they jointly told me how she had been a dancer, refused all offers, such as dancers get, and married Mervin, “because,” as she said, “1 want my husband all to myself.” I arrived at Manlius the next evening on the seven o’clock flyer. As there was no train to New Bedford until the next noon, I stayed at the Manlius Hotel over night. Countess Lucile Gish Spagetti and Count Spagetti were running the hotel. We talked of school days and school mates until the early hours of the morning. Lester, it seems, was a professor of Meteorology in an eastern university. Shortly after his graduation a meteor hit him and set him to thinking. Hazel was a clerk in a large establishment on Fifth Avenue, New York. It was run by a Frenchman who would employ French clerks only. Hazel had found herself almost stranded in New York, so she went seeking a position at this establishment. Because of her black hair, short stature, and fluent use of French, the proprietor never suspected her of being an American. She says she learned all of her French at M. H. S„ too. Jack had a three thousand acre ranch in Montana. It was stocked with a special line of lavendar cattle, which were very susceptible to the cold. He was experimenting with grafting ostrich feathers on them for protection from the blizzards. Viva Pierson was a well known novelist. Her most famous book was “Shakespeare’s Romance,” an insight into Shakespeare’s private life. Now she is greatly in demand, by colleges, to lecture on Shakespeare.

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 John Smith, Secretary and Treasurer; Lester Olaffson; Verdin Caskey; Ernest Lebahn; Le Roy Isaacson; Arnold Draper; Mr. Larson. Ruth Shepard; Mervin Glafka, President; Gladys Dabler; Lucille White; Viva Pierson; Harold Dablcr; Hazylle Gudgell. Harold Anderson, Vice President; Blanche Hansen; Lucille Gish.

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24 THE ALARM 1923 At that moment, on the radio, came an announcement that Mr. Harold Anderson had iust successfully tried his new invention at a night school in Atlanta, Georgia. It was a small device which was attached to the left ear to prevent mental stagnation. Due to the hookworm, the malady was frequent, so Harold was hailed as the “Savior of the South.” Lucille told me that I must be at the depot when the flyer pulled in, as Blanche Hansen would be going through on her way to Paris, where she would show American Fashions. She had been hired, for an enormous sum by Sears, Roebuck So Co., to show these styles. The next morning I was out to see how Manlius had changed. A fellow backed out of Lyons Store as I came down the street, and I heard “Sam Hill! Thunderation.” Hap Dabler, as 1 live, I thought, and sure enough it was he. Hap said, “Gosh darn, I wish Ruth would hurry back.” I inquired about Ruth, and Hap said, “She took the prize at the Farmers’ Institute here a couple of years ago for having the best sauerkraut. That put the idea into her head that she could make sauerkraut, and I guess she can, for the Dutch are authorities on that subject, and they have her over there now illustrating the science. Sam Hill, she promised to make sauerkraut for me, but, thunderation, I haven’t heard from her for a week.” When he got cooled off a little, I asked about Gladys. “Gosh darn,” said Hap, “you couldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole, she is up in the air so,” so I thought she must be very elated and that was Hap’s way of telling it, but she was also camping in the mountains at the time—that was another reason you couldn’t touch her. “She worked with a Lyceum Bureau until recently,” Hap told me, “but one day, while going to some town in Nebraska, her car broke down, and a fellow came along and helped her reach her destination. Well, they got pretty chummy after that and this fall, when she came home, he came too. Now Gladys is having the time of her life roughing it in the mountains for the honeymoon.” One day 1 was in Princeton and saw a sign “VICKREY’S MEAT MARKET,” that looked interesting, so I walked in. Sure enough it was Vick. We had chatted a few minutes, when the phone rang. Vick glanced at the clock and grinned. “That’s Lucille, she usually calls about this time to tell me what kind of meat to bring home for dinner,”—at last I had found out what I was dying to know. Before going North again I decided to go to St. Louis to visit a friend. I was surprised one day to learn that her younger sister was attending a “Girls’ Finishing School,” run by a Mr. Ernest Lebahn. I decided to see for myself, so I visited the school. Sure enough, it was the same suave, gentle-voiced Ernest of M. H. S. He said he thoroughly enjoyed his work, though sometimes the girls were quite trying. Leo: “Waiter, commere, there’s an earth worm in this soup.” Waiter: “Well, wotcha want fer ten cents,—silk worms?” Lucille: “Why are you limping?” Blanche: “ ’Cause Father came in the parlor last night and John dropped me in his haste to leave!”