Merrillville High School - Merrillvue Yearbook (Merrillville, IN)

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:«:cxi sxaEC3CCia THE MIRROR exeexe Arthur Boldt bequeaths his bronze complexion to Edna Cole. Leonard Bowman bequeaths his ability to make excuses to Erich Stark. Loren Bowman bequeaths his ambition to grow a mustache to Roy V allin. Irene Newell bequeaths her vanity case to Elmer Strong. Zerna Williams bequeaths her anxiety to drive a taxi cab to John Kiefer. It is a well-known saying, often times proved that “coming events cast their shadows before.” Therefore it is not so difficult a task as many people suppose for one who takes the trouble to study the comings and goings of his fellow-students, to be something of a prophet, and to form some idea, more or less correct, of what their future course of action will be. So come with me, twenty years hence. This brings us to the year 1947. As might well be expected, changes have occurred in that lapse of time. As I was riding to my work, I noticed in the paper that Arthur Boldt had become a great cinema actor. As you will remember he starred quite a hit back in Merrillville in the minstrel show given by the high school. Loren Bowman, the star basketball player of high-school days and also captain of the team, has recently won the Nobel prize for all-round sports- manship. Merrillville should be proud of him. While reading about them it brought to my mind the other classmates of 1927. My only girl class mate, Irene Newell, after a few years experience as a trusted efficient stenographer married happily and has two children. I saw her down at Newport where she is staying a few days. Leonard Bowman is in New York now, having just returned from Africa where he was hunting big game. He is a large stockholder and broker on Wall Street. Well, I’ll have to get the news of my class mates off my mind and get down to business. I am also a large stockholder and broker. j CLASS PROPHECY HExaEXEEzisiExaExnExn ' 19 2 7 Page seventeen

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THE MIRROR c: :a:xa:i r a;o] A SENIOR A Senior stood on the school house steps, His worries were few and dim; He thought his cup of happiness, Was filled unto the brim. Looking at the school he stood, And to himself he said, “So long, you learned professors, And all of the books I’ve read.” “I’m out into the wide, wide world. From school I’m entirely free;; I’ll study no more of CAESAR, No Science nor Geometry.” “At last! I’m out! I’m going to knock ’em dead ! And I know that with all my learning, I can earn my daily bread.” The professors laughed, and called to him, And said he was a fool ; But diploma in hand, he walked away, And thus he left his school. Yesterday I saw that Senior, He was a beggar in the city, I’ll let you draw your own moral, And so I’ll end this ditty.