Mason High School - Anchora Yearbook (Mason, MI)

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our lunch baskets and with coffee boiling hot, partook of our mountain side banquet, at the hour of midnight, listening to the beating rain and talking over old times. The first thing that come to our minds was the whereabouts of the class of 1910. Florence Taylor promptly produced a Detroit News, and with the light of the candle we were able to make out some of the news. F. T.-Listen Ethel! Miss Lillian Coe will sing at the cathedral this evening, she is one of the most talented vocalists the world has ever known, every evening an enraptured congregation listens to the beauti- ful melodies she sends forth. E. B.- Isn't that fine, I wonder if she would sing Adam for her old classmates if she should meet us all again. F. T .-QReadsj The Philleo Gilleo Club gave the first number on the lecture course at the opera house last evening, the company is composed of six young ladies and Mr. Gillett, the leader, there was a large num- ber in attendance and the club has been highly praised. N. H.-I wonder if that is Orla and Helen, sure enough, there are their pictures. E. B.-Awfully distinguished looking, are they not? N. H.-This reminds me I received a letter from Walter Dolbee today, and he is getting along finely, he owns a 120-acre farm east of Mason, with fine buildirgs and all the latest improvements. He also spoke of john Shaffer fformerly known as Toadj as being chief of police over at Holt and still a great lover of Pussies. QAll laugh.J F. T.-just last week I had the pleasure of attending a play over in Arizona, in which Ivah Godfrey was leading lady, she is called the star of the troop, and rightly called too, I talked with her a few minutes after the play and she told me she had engagements for every night until Feb. 25th. E. B.-I fear Ivah is working too hard, but how often I yearn to hear her good, old, hearty laugh once more. N. H.-Do either of you girls know where Smithy is? E. B.-Yes, I do, I saw him just last week, he is at Seattle, Wash., he conducts an art studio in that place and seems to be coining money. F. T.-There are some others of whom we have not mentioned, who are they? N. H.-Florence Jewett is one, and Oh! yes, Lennagene Bordner, too. F. T.-They say Florence has a Jewell for a husband and conducts a hennery way down on the farm. E. B.--I always predicted a rosy future for Florence. N. H.-I used to receive a letter from Lennagene occasionally, and in her last letter she said she was head nurse in one of the hospitals of New York, but I guess she can't write to me any more. E. B.-Why not? N. H.-Because she is married now. , Girls-Bright boy. F. T.-Hasn't this been delightful talking over old times up here in the mountains? , E. B. and N. H.-It certainly has. N. H.-It is growing light and we must hasten on our journey. He hurried us into our saddles, and tried to hurry the burros on their way through the rocks, along torturous, narrow, precipitous paths, toward the top of the Peak, to see the sunrise, but we were unable to make the top. Nevertheless we were far above timber line and the clouds of the valley, as the sun shone clear and bright upon the vast sea of heaving, rolling clouds beneath our feet and turned it all to one vast mass of golden cloud. It was beautiful, a sight never to be forgotten,

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PROPHECY ' The summer of 1920 found me in the far west, on a journey to Pike's Peak. It was 6:30 in the evening and just as the red sun was sinking down behind the mountains, the brisk mountain breezes were fanning my cheek, and as I was being pulled up through the air on the cable car Incline, I hardly knew whether I was in this world or not. In just sixteen minutes I was lifted one-half mile in the air to the top of the mountains. just as I was leaving the car, whom should I recognize but Florence Taylor, a former classmate of mine. E. B.-Florence Taylor! Well, who would ever thought of our meet- ing up here in the mountains, after a separation of ten years? F. T.-No one but an up-to-date prophet. I suppose you are going up to the Peak? E. B.-Yes. F. T.-Good for you. Come on and we will hire our burros for the rest of the journey. CWalk away arm in arm.J Well, how are you? and what are you doing? E. B.-I have been caring for an aunt of mine for several years, and thought I would take this trip for a little rest. What work have you taken u ? F. TI?-Oh! I am only a science teacher over here in one of the Arizona high schools. By this time we had found the guide and hired our burros for the remainder of the trip, but here was another surprise awaiting us, for whom should our guide prove to be, but Nelson Huntley, another M. H. S. product. About seven o'clock a party of twelve of us, after being carefully wrapped in our slickers and blankets, started in single file on our burros, the guide riding last, hollering and urging the mules up the steep moun- tain path. Part way up we were to rest until three o'clock in the morning, then go on to the Peak and be there for the sunrise. Each burro was named, Florence Taylor's was Fleet Foot, the guide's Light- ning and mine jumbo. We were not more than half way up to the camp, when a heavy rain set in, but our slickers and blankets kept us dry, although it was so dark we could not see the burro ahead of us, and added to this was the fact that we were following a single trail on the mountain side with yawning precipices on one side and towering rocks above. A single misstep of the burro and all would be over. All this would have been sufficient cause to make us feel There's no place like home, had it not been for the witty remarks of the members of the crowd and the sweet melody of Nelson's voice as he called out, Get up here and lashed the old cowhide around the burros' legs, making it crack and snap. All this, the rain, the pitch darkness, the slow moving burro and the narrow mountain trail, made us more than glad when, at about eleven o'clock, we reached camp. We first put our burros in the corral, then walked over to the camp, a tent 12x16 feet, with a six-foot bunk along one side and end, the coverings of which we suppose were once white. We crowded into this tent, taking off our rain clothes and climb- ing up to the bunks, where we waited for our coffee, for one of the inducements held forth had been hot coffee at the camp. Our guide, good faithful Huntley, gathered together wet wood, and breaking up some pine boxes, part of the camp furniture, succeeded in getting a fire, and the large coffee pot set on the coals. We then opened

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but we hastened on through rocks, rocks, acres and acres, whole sections of them, not a shrub or patch of ground was to be seen. At last we reached the summit, rested, ate our lunch and then started on the down- ward trip. We reached the bottom safely about four o'clock, having been gone twenty-one hours, but just as we reached the bottom we noticed the approach of an areoplane, in which two men were riding. N. H.-Say girls, I believe that's Rot. Girls-Who is with him? Two men step out of the machine, and with surprised faces we greet- ed Lawrence Lyon and james Avery. N. H.-So James, you are the candidate for our next president, are you? j. A.-Yes. I will speak at Colorado Springs this evening, come and hear me. N. H.-I'll do that. F. T.-How happy Lawrence looks, don't he? J. A.-fWhispersJ No wonder, didn't you know that he is a million- aire? Made a fortune out of that machine. E. B.-Then LaWrence's wish has been fulfilled. Girls--We must leave and prepare to return home. N. H.-Well, good-bye girls, words cannot express the joy that I have had tonight in being in your company and talking over the past. Girls-It certainly has been a pleasure to us also, good-bye Nelson, our best wishes go with you. Boys-Good-bye girls and good luck. Girls-Same to you and three Rahs for the Class of 1910. ETHEL Bunmzss. VALEDICTORY One of the expressions most common to a student's mind is Com- mencement, We first heard it uttered as a splendid reward for our duty in attending school against our rather independent wills, something which was to happen in the far-away, distant future. It was the zenith of our small ambitions. With that aim in view we have toiled steadily onward, resisting all opportunities leading us aside from our goal. Each june as we have seen the pleasant importance the seniors caused and created, we longed for our turn to come, the end seemingly of the toil and drudgery of study. We have looked with envy at the ceremony which transformed, in so little time, our high school classmates, whether friends or foes, into alumni, most of whom were no more to know the pleasures arising from hard study of a difficult problem. At commencement we are seniors for the last time. The ties which have held us together for the past twelve years are severed, the ties by which we felt ourselves bound are broken, yes even our standards are changed, for unconsciously, up to this time events have been thought of, and referred to in connection with school life. It is not until at this time that we realize what an important step this is, it is the finish, the end of the preparatory period of our lives. We look over the past and see what inexplicable pleasures we have enjoyed. But where is that feeling of exultation we expected would