Metropolis High School - Illohmet Yearbook (Metropolis, IL)

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n SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY Since this hard task was given me. To write the Senior prophecy. I have hied me to Appolo’s home, And there high in a lofty dome, J I looked into a crystal well. And what I saw to you I’ll tell: First, right before my gleaming eyes, A face looked up in glad surprise; The form I saw was sadly bent. As the long hours of toil were spent. I asked, “What is that you do?” Said he, “From doughnuts, holes I chew.” Who was that man, you ask of me? George Neff, as you may see. Next I beheld a circus ring. With girls and clowns who dance and sing; And walking on a tight rope there Was Hattie May. I do declare. Whom next do you suppose I saw. Afar from native home and Ma, A-teaching little heathen girls and boys. Was Harriett's face, all framed with joy. There at a table very large, I saw Pauline still in charge. Of writing the world’s best poetry; While out upon the basket ball floor. Ruby and Nina were happy galore. Along a stream my gaze now strayed. There stood a man. his clothes all frayed; And as a means of livelyhood. This man caught bull frogs as he could; His name. I tell it to you with pains— Bill Tiner, whom Reba claims, Then there was Ellis Mann. 1 saw him still in search of Ann,” Whom he should choose to be his wife. To love him, cherish him thru life. And there was Howard, a good man. Who had gained much fame by his “short hand.” A wonder now I will relate. 'Twas surely wrought by hand of fate; Though strange it seems, believe it true. Miss Alma’s face came into view; I heard her singing wondrous grand. They say her voice has stirred the land. Soon I saw Freda Ray. Driving a wonderful one-horse shay; And by her side, to my surprise. Was one who looked very wise. Then there was Bill W.. long and lean. And on his face was seen, A look of sorrow deep. While these words he did repeat: “I told her my love, I told her my love, 1 told her all my heart. Trembling cold, in ghastly fears. Ah. she did depart.” There’s Mina and Alice, poor souls. A sorry part will be their role; For old, old maids they’re doomed to be. Who love their cats and drink their tea. While or. a little school house floor. Stood Golda Noble at the door. And being as noble as her name. She will never come to shame. Presented next into my sight. Was one who early took his flight; way from joy of single life. He took Ruth Foote as his wife. And there I saw him plowing corn. Until old Gabriel blew his horn; Pray guess his name, it won’t be hard, ’Tis David Kennedy, our old pard. Ethel will be a nifty girl. Who will like the social whirl; But who is likely to be Some good housewife don’t you see. Upon a form I soon did gaze Which walked about as in a daze. It wandered ’round in the debris. And sadly, wildly looked at me; Explosions there had been you see, A total nervous wreck was he. With sorrow listen to his name. Poor Johnny Meyer, seeking fame. And there was Leslie taking care, Of dead, both dark and fair. Do you remember Ina Rew? 28

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JUNIOR HAIJRIDE Listen my friends and you shall hear of the last ride of the Junior Class which happened last year (1919) in the month of May. on the Sabbath Day. One of our noble class mates. Spike Crain consented to the class using his large log truck which happened to be idle at that time, and after feeding the truck its breakfast which consisted of about sixteen gallons of gas, and a quart of oil, and amid a lot of cheers ’n everything the Juniors started on a bumper trip. The May sun had had no mercy on that happy bunch of Juniors. Finally after stopping for many rests and drinks of refreshing H. 2 O.. our commander-in-chief, Mr. Loren Wient called a halt and said we would make our camp beneath the shady trees on yon hillside’s brow. After appointing suitable lieutenants to attend to preparing the noonday repast. the young gallants had to cut suitable young tree branches for use in wiener roasting. Notwithstanding the fact that the driver and chaperone got all the Angel food cake, everyone had a hearty meal and a real good time. After dinner the boys had to perform acrobatic stunts to appease the girls and it was something wonderful to see Bunny Mann fling those knee boots through the air as he turned hand flips, but most wonderful of all was the fact that big fat Johnny Meyer could turn over at all, but after many vain efforts he succeeded in hitting on his back three times out of four; but alas for poor Johnny’s trousers were not of buckskin. thus all were wondering why he stayed to the leeward of all the girls. After the great athletic contest. a motion was made and seconded that the trip should be extended to the wonderful city of Brown- field. Driver Crain refused, but through sympathy, after seeing the girls weep, consented. At last after miles ot rock road, Brownfield was reached. From Ethel Heddin’s description of the city the expression of the crowd was gloom, for we observed two stores, a bank and a railroad station. Nevertheless the bluffs and mountains afforded much pleasure. After eating ice cream, jelly roll, peanuts, and drinking soda pop. the truck departed for home, but alas. George Teuton and Edward Wilson with two natives of Brownfield were seen overlooking lover’s leap. Driver Crain, through much persuasion by the friends of the said parties, stopped the truck and noisily awaited their return. Homeward bound was the cry. The nearer home the truck approached the faster driver Crain drove. When Jessie Arensman’s home was reached the motion was made to pay Jessie a visit. Driver Crain being thirsty and tired, yielded. Leap frog was the principle game; William Tiner showing the greatest skill. John Ellis and driver Crain engaged in a noted wrestling match. The crowd looked in awe as the brawny muscles popped out on the young men’s powerful limbs. When the golden sun was setting in the West the Juniors on their jolly path homeward proceeded. Nothing happened of any note on the return journey to the future city. At a late hour the noble Juniors arrived home tired and dusty; but happy nevertheless. At seven thirty that remarkable evening, the entire Junior Class including Mr. Wiant were sawing wood to the tune of “The End of a Perfect Day.’’

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The little girl of much ado. How she and Bess lightly tripped Through shimmey steps and never flipped; Well, now I see in vaudeville. These little maids are tripping still. Helen will not come to grief. For she is very wise; And hor temper she can guard. If she half tries; Very ki.ij is she, very good. And with her kindness she can match A disposition mild. A moment more and I espied. Our friend Ed. Wilson, true and tried. This man has now quite wealthy grown. By shipping ice from zone to zone. Soon I did see a woeful sight, A man who chewed with strength and might; He sat upon a cracker box. And ashes from his pipe he knocks. They say he does this day by day. And thus he wears his life away. His name I learned with chagrin. Was Harry Crain, pale and thin; And then I cried in accents wild. From our whole class 30 meek and mild. Will no one go to foreign lands. That he may preach to ignorant bands. And lo! I heard a mighty voice. Say, “I will preach; let us rejoice.” Then all was still, but I had heard. George Teuton's voice send forth that word. —Jessie Marie Arcnsman