Mishawaka High School - Miskodeed Yearbook (Mishawaka, IN)

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1 - 7 YS , ff g j . - f , 5- ,,. Za,-.15-f:,.1: - :,-5: if-inf ?'Z?..? cf 7,35 VI 2: A Lift? I -ft, -is 52-.ililf 'fis-2Ef?5?7 3 ff qw, fi s3f 22 --egeszsfis gjggs.-ff, f fi- .af 4. ,Q if 4 -EfQg-i?'.'-g- -'f,gi,.',. l1- gag-Liga.-?..,, 5- 2355? i N 'iv' 5 Q 69, 2 iawliai- - -f -- , f 1:2 aieugf +12-rf X MSW JQ. ' r,lgf 1-H X - H 1, - ,SQ-3 s , -E ,if W fri. url. fl7'57'wf7' In 5 f bf 3 f xxf f 1-f Now I am being conducted into what seems to be a music studio. Inside one ,of the great masters of the present day is engaged in giving a lesson to Aline McQuillen, one of his most promising students. The scene changes to a large office. The furnishings indicate that it is the private office of a very wealthy business man. Miss Vita Lewis is taking dictation from the man at the desk. My next visit is to a school-room and the teacher in charge is Miss Genevieve Luce. I should judge from the character of the students that it is a class in a girls' boarding school. The next scene is in a hospital. The ward contains three beds, and a pleasant faced nurse, in Whom I recognize Florence Fuller, attends the patients. Presently the physician enters and the nurse address him as Doctor Davis. Next appears to me the office of the principal of the High School in Springfield, Illinois, where Miss Emma Raifsnider presides at the desk. Now I am in a large church during the morning service. From the pulpit Paul Weimer, D. D., is speaking to a greatly interested congrega- tion. Next I enter the busy office of Herman Fries, a successful business man. He has a number of stenographers and clerks at work, among whom I recognize Crystal Hartsock and Myrtle Gebhart. The next is rather indistinct, but it is gradually taking the shape of a large factory, bearing in huge letters over the door, 'Burnett and Gartnerf It is in this building that the famous new two-cycle automobile motor which Mr. Burnett and Mr. Gartner recently perfected, is manu- factured. Here, after vainly turning the ring on her finger a few times, she took it off and tried it on the fourth finger of her left hand. This device proved successful and she went on with her fortune-telling. Again I am in church, but this time I am a witness to a weddings The crowded church is banked with flowers and greenery. The bride, arrayed in White satin and carrying a shower bouquet of lilies of the valley, slowly passes up the aisle to the altar. I do not see her face until she turns to leave the church when I find that she is Rhoda Witwer, My next visit takes me again to the theatre, this time it is to witness a production of the comic opera, 'The Magic Lady in the lVIoon'. The leading roll, a very difficult one requiring a contralto Voice of Wide range, is taken by Miss Alice Culp, who delights the large audience with her wonderful voice and her charming presentation of the heroine. The opera reflects great credit on the composer, Earl Victor' Prahl, who occupies a box at this performance. I hear the man beside me remark that although Mr. Prahl is still so young he is already winning a wide reputation as an artist of first rank. The voice stopped and she sat silent again, still looking into the fire. Not daring to speak lest I break the spell I slipped away noiselessly, and hurried home to record what she had revealed to me. MARGARET BURN ETT, ' I 2.

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Qllass Brnpherg 'll KNOW a woman who possesses a wonderful ring. She would W never tell me how it came into her possession, but one clay she granted me a very great favor by means of this ring. 'f The mysterious power contained in the ring enables her to U--M see into the future. I was called upon to write the prophecy for the Senior Class and I greatly doubted my ability to foretell the events of the future successfully. But when I told this woman of the task set before me she said she would come to my aid. When? I asked eagerly. Right away, if you like,'I she answered. So she sat down in a large easy chair in front of the big open fire, and I sat on a cushion at her feet. I was very curious to know how she used the ring so I watched every movement intently. lt was dusk and the open fire threw clark shadows in the corners of the large room, making, it seemed to me, a fit setting for so mysterious a revelation. She sat silent for a short time. turning the ring slowly on her finger three or four times, and then look- ing into the fire began to speak: I see a huge steamer in the New York harbor. lt is named the Mauretania and is a passenger vessel bound for Europe. Two people are just stepping to the deck from the gang-plank. The man is mediumly tall and rather heavy set with dark hair and eyes. His companion is a beautiful young woman with light hair and gray eyes. It is easy to see that they are on their wedding trip, for the trunks, which bear the initials H, P. Ci. are so evidently new. Madeline Woodward,n I interrupted, excitedly. She smiled, and turning the ring again, continued: Now I see a cozy little home surrounded by a pretty lawn. On the porch I see Nita Swayne rocking contentedly as she works on a bit of embroidery. This time I am in the balcony of the Senate Chamber at Washington. On the Hoof below a Senator is eloquently discoursing. In the Senator I recognize Leslie C. Morehouse. She paused again but I did not speak this time. Two people, a man and a young woman. are before the window in the County Clerks office. He has just signed a paper which he gives them, and peering over their shoulders I see that the name of the girl is Grace Stuller. The next scene is in the gymnasium of a girls' college. A large class of girls are executing drills and performing other gymnasic feats under the able directorship of Miss Pauline Hawk. My attention is now caught by some flaming posters announcing the performance shortly to be given by a famous actress in a successful comedy. Going into the play-house I am much surprised when the star comes on to discover that she is Ruby Switzer.

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EEE Senior Who is it now we must endow With every art and grace ? Who is the cynosure of eyes? The Senior takes that place! Who makes his bow, then tells us how To set the world aright? Who is the peer of potentates? The Seniorm note his might! Who's armed with strength of intellect? Who's sedate, wise and good? Who never does as he is told, altho' He'd like to if he could? The Senior-bless himeehe means well, Of that we are quite sure ! And tho' 'tis hard, we all must try His blufhng to endure! And so- l lift my cup to one made up Of many complex parts' And tho' a 'l..umnus, must confess l do admire his arts! So, noble Senior, here's a toast: l wish you peace and joy.f The most of life, the best of life, Success without alloy. MARIE BOLE5, 'I0.