Marston School - Howler Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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Class Prophecy JAMES HOIiIiIS BUCHANAN A1.nr:n'r.-Hollis, after equally sharing the honors of his class with the other members, was well pleased, but deternlined to make his mark in the world. His lirst step toward this goal was attempted when he applied at the recruiting oliice. Here, much to his disappointment, he was rejected on account of weak eyes. Determined to do his bit. however, Hollis enlisted in the working force of a munitions plant, where he steadily rose to a responsible position. Une morning while executing his daily duties he heard suspicious noises i11 another quarter ol' the plant. and decided to discover' the disturbance. This was a happy thought, for he arrived in the nick of time to learn that a plotter had placed in a window a bomb, which was due to send him on his weary way within a minute. lVith the aid of quick thinking and a bottle of beer, which Hollis had handy. the burning fuse was soon extinguished. Although he was ollered a higher place for his valuable services, Hollis renewed his eliiorts for enlisting. This time he was accepted by the aviation, and August found him bidding his friends farewell. one in particular. He embarked filled with vim and detiermination. For two years no word was received trom our aviator, but after the defeat ol' the Germans the truth was manifest. After downing his seventy-third lloche plane he was tinally downed and became a prisoner of war. Taking advantage of every opportunity, Hollis perfected his speech ot Herman to such an extent that the keenest observer could 'not detect the slightest tlaw in his pronunciation. Un a dark and rainy night when neither stars nor moon olfered a guiding hand, Hollis and a companion named Sterret escaped from their tilthy prison cell. They were soon missed and hunted, until Sterret was shot: but his companion lnade good his escape, For one year and a halt' Hollis was the master spy of the Allies. To him were accredited the victory over the Huns at the Rhine, and the capture of Berlin. The war won, Hollis wanted the Name withheld by prophet.

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quiet life after so many hazards, so settled down on his farm near Towson. Soon Hollis possessed. a better t?,l half, and was well pleased with his selection. After so many adventures one would sup- pose that the fates would grant our hero a natural death, but no. Un his eighty-seventh birthday he and his little granddaughter took their usual evening stroll near Lake Roland. Mr. Albert was walking across the tracks when the valley express rambled along and hit him from the rear, knocking him into thc lake, from which his body was never recovered. WVIr.soN Drnuw.-Wilsoii being the only one fortunate enough in our class to successfully survive his final trigonometry examination, was greatly elated and seized with a desire to earn his own bread, obtained a summer position with the Pennsylvania. Railroad's survey- ing corps. Here were many young men of all stations of life, and lVilson found himself admired by a short runt named lsaac Cohen- stein. Now, whether Duffy was born with enmity for the Hebrew or whether one had once taken advantage of his gentle nature, it is hard to determine, anyhow, the feeling was there. lkey, on the other hand, worshipped tl1e ground WVilson trod upon, and was always near at llillld. Now it happens that if it were not for lkey our prophecy would end here, for one day while the two men were on a surveying trip lVilson fell asleep on the track a11d was only rescued by the quick wits of Cohenstein. There followed from this episode a bond of friend- ship which no one could break, illltl NVilson lost all feeling against the Jew. Intlamed partly by the idea of getting rich quick and partly by the infiuence of Cohenstein, Wilson and his friend staked all their wealth on a treasure hunt. After two years of hard work and con- stant searching the little party finally discovered a hidden treasure, but Cohenstein could not help from following the inclinations of his race, and made off with all the booty. lVilson, penniless, worked his way home as a stevedore, and, unable to obtain an immediate position, sought work in other channels. At last Duffy received a job as a grave digger and carried out his tasks with great perfection, due to his excellent training in trigonometry. One day while digging a new grave' beneath an old oak tree VVilson unearthed a large iron chest which proved to be a treasure of untold wealth. Of course, this was a big stroke of luck, but WVilson did not take a back seat and let his wealth work for him. Today he is one of the most prominent men in Baltimore and is the head of a happy home.