Maroa Forsyth High School - Trojanaire / Maronois Yearbook (Maroa, IL)

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le ee al, FOr A. JUNIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was in the year 1931. I was walking down the street in a distant city, when a sign in a shop window attracted my attention. On it were printed in large, pola black letters, the following: “FORTUNE TELLING AND CRYSTAL GLOBE LORE.”’ There wa s something facinating in the message that it bore to me, so I decided to go in and have my fortune revealed. I opened the door and a maid attired in oriental robes ushered me into the mystic shrine. I was confronted by the clairvoyant herself, who was seated in front of a huge erystal globe. Her head was inclined over the globe, but as I looked at her, she ap- peared strikingly familiar to me. As I approached she raised her head and ‘‘Great Caesar,’’ to’my surprise who should it be but my old schoolmate, Martha Hanes. We were both dumb-founded for the minute, but at length I gained enough control over my senses to ask her how she ever came to be here in such a position. Then Martha revealed her whole story to me. She said that after she graduated from old M. C. H. S. that she had tried teaching for a while, but finding no attraction in this, and always having a soft spot in her heart for the mystic profession of globe-gazing, had finally established herself in the position in which found her.: After she had finished her story asked her if by chance she ever ran across any of the old class of ’22. . ‘‘Oh, yes,’’ she said, ‘‘I correspond with several, and then I have calls from some of them. Where have you been all this time, that you have lost track of them?’’ she asked. ““Oh,’’ I answered, ‘‘I have travelled far and wide since I left M. C. H. 8. But, tell me about them, it has been so many years since I have seen any of them, that I am getting anxious. To begin with whatever became of our dignified class presi- dent, Margaret Glosser?’’ “‘Margaret,’’ she replied, ‘‘why didn’t you know that she and George are mar- ried and now reside on a sheep ranch in Idaho? They say that Margaret is the pride of the country round, and that George has become a prosperous farmer and rancher, but that they spend too much time at the Hartley Dancing Academy.”’ ‘ The Hartley Dancing Academy?’’ I cried. ‘“‘Why yes, Esther Hartley is the proprietor. She is a modern Irene Castle, but guess who is her assistant instructor.’’ I assured her that I couldn’t guess it in a hundred years. ‘“‘Why,’’ continued Martha, ‘‘the pride of our class, Helen Robinson.’’ She saw the look of abject horror on my face and paused. ““Go ahead,’’ I said, ‘‘I am ready for anything, nothing could surprise me now.’’ “Tt was too bad about Daisy, wasn’t it?’’ spoke up Martha, trying hard to sup- press a tear. ‘““Why, what has happened to Daisy, nothing serious I hope?’’ “Oh, no,’’ replied Martha, ‘‘only she was jilted by Glenn. Kammermeyer and after months of mental suffering she took the vows of the ‘Sisters of the Holy Cross’ and entered a convent, turning her face from the outside world forever.’’ “‘Poor girl,’’ I replied, ‘‘and Daisy always seemed to enjoy life so much.”’ ©)

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Hey Wait Ace = OA: O stands for ‘‘Only’’ one class like ours, ““No more like this’’ has been writ ’bove the stars. P is for Perfection, which means each of us, We’ll continue to live, when others are dust. Q is for Quartette, which we only possess, Others are good, but this one is best. R is for Robinson, Helen by name, Wherever you find her she’s always the same. S is for Schultz, so young and so fair; In all of her studies she’s always right there. T is for Talent and also for Try, With this combination we’ll always get by. U is for ‘‘us,’’ the class of ’22; Just watch our careers and see what we do. V is for Virgil, who’ll win in the race, But when he takes meals, he always says ‘‘Grace.”’ W is for Westbrook, whom everyone knows, With a smile on her face, wherever she goes. X, Y and Z are last, but not least, May ’22 find ‘‘us”’ also last but not least.

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ee a PN aly Oe EN ‘But wait until I have finished my story,’’ she replied. ‘‘Glenn then turned his attentions toward Hlsie Arehart, but she flatly refused, saying that she would be no man’s second choice.’’ : “Bravo for Elsie, but what ever become of Glenn?” ‘Oh, he accepted a position with a New York firm and is selling overcoats in the Fiji Islands.’’ ‘ Stop,’’ I said, ‘‘I can bear to hear no more, this is too much.”’ ‘“‘But wait,’’ said Martha, and stepping to a desk, opened a drawer and taking from it a paper handed it to me, telling me to read. It was a programme of a noted vaudeville house of the city, announcing the ap- pearance of Grace Cornwell and Virgil Wikoff, noted comedians. ‘‘Can you beat that,’’ she said, taking the paper. ‘‘Of course you remember our class poem,’’ Martha continued, ‘‘well, you know what a time Lorene and Thelma had writing it, but in doing so, they unearthed great ability in that line, so that now both are poets of high rank in the literary world.’’ ‘Then Thelma is not a librarian, as I thought she would be?’’ I replied. ‘“Speaking of librarians, Mildred Westbrook is now holding such a position in the public library at Pinkneyville; and a very capable one she makes,’’ returned Martha. ; Por the first time since our conversation began my attention was drawn to the erystal globe. An idea struck me. ‘“Why not use the globe?’ I said, ‘ to locate some of.our remaining flock?”’ ‘‘Why of course we can, wouldn’t you like to try your luck at it?”’ I assured her that I would, so seating myself before the sphere, gazed steadily at it and at the same time concetrating my mind on the one I wished to see. At first nothing but the clear surface of the globe, then a dark line, then a more defined outline, finally taking a definite shape and appearing as the interior of a large theatre. Hundreds of people were there, anxiously awaiting the performance. At last the curtain rose, and lo! who should appear on the stage gorgeously attired, but our noted soprana, Juanita Wikoff. ! ‘Oh, see,’’ I cried, motioning to Martha, but alas, in trying to ‘draw her atten- tion I had lost the picture forever. In my excitement | had forgotten the most important member of our class, Irma Schultz, so Martha told me that Irma was married now and that she and her husband, Glenn Jump, are now raising silver foxes in Northern Wisconsin. Last, but not least, is the star of the Agriculture cla ss, Edwin Moore. Edwin studied hard and was awarded in the end, for he passed a successful examination at the U. of I, and received the degree of “Stata farm advisor for Ilinois.’’ After Martha had finished informing me concerning my classmates she said, - ‘“Claire, you haven’t told me anything about yourself.” Then she added, ‘‘But you won’t need to for my crystal globe had long ago re- vealed to me that you are an undertaker in Wapella.’’ I thanked Martha for the interesting news she had given me and left, deter- mined to visit Margaret and George on their ranch and spend at least a few evenings at the “Hartley Dancing Academy.’’—For you all know my old hobby.