Monroe High School - Hayu Saghalie Yearbook (Monroe, WA)

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CLASS PROPHECY THE day was hot and sultry. The little streets of Paris gleamed white hot in the sun, and as 1 wandered list- lessly up and down the streets, being jostled here and theie by the hurrying crowd, I found my thoughts turning suddenly back to a little brick building, a stage decorated with pink roses, girls in white skirts and blouses and boys in their best suns. Then as in a dream I found myself repeating, “The Class of Twenty-two! Where are they now? Six years had passed since then, and here was I, way out in nowhere; and the rest—how could I find out where they were? Then directly in front of me, staring me in the face, I saw the sign, “Madame Latour, Crystal Gazer. Let me tell your friends and your future.” No sooner had I read the sign than I found myself in the room. In the very center of the room, almost three feet high and one and a half feet in diameter, stood a large crystal ball. Sparks of fire seemed to issue from it, filling the room with red, yellow, blue and green lights which dazzled the eye. I stood as one paralyzed, gazing directly at the ball, when a figure began to rise out of the light and came slowly toward me. She was dressed from head to foot in a soft clinging material, the color of silver, which shone and glistened in the dancing light. She wore a head- band of rubies, emeralds and sapphires, and as I gazed upon her I thought she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. She came within three feet of me, then turning, beck- oned me to follow and wen slowly back to the crystal. Then passing her hand lightly over my forehead she bade me look. I gazed into the crystal. For a minute my eyes wrere filled with a dancing light and a dull shooting pain. Then my vision cleared and I sawr a hospital room, with twenty-nine white cots neatly arranged in a row'. They were occupied by soldiers. Some wore bandages on their heads, some on their arms and some across their chests. As I gazed upon this piteous scene I heard a faint hurrah and looking to the other end of the room I saw the door open and a nurse, clad all in white, carrying an armful of pink roses, entered. Ah! Thought I; pink roses! Quietly she went from bed to bed, smoothing the feverish brow or holding some poor fellowr’s hand, and as she moved I sawr their faces light up and heard a murmur, “Nurse Catherine,” go around the room. I raised questioning eyes to Madame Latour. “Yes,” she said, “that is Genevieve McGinn. They call her Nurse Catherine because it reminds them of their native land.”

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Katherine Mi chell was born in Snohomish, Wash., July 2, 1904. Katherine came to Monroe for her Sopho- more year. She socti we at back to Snohomish High, but returned later to graduate from Monroe. Elva Adams was boin in Monroe March 21, 1905. Elva has always attended the Monroe Schools. She intends to go to business college. Genevieve McGinn was born in Frederickson, New Brunswick, July 4, 1903. Genevieve came to Monroe from Tolt and has attended from the Seventh grade to the Twelfth here. She wants to be a nurse and is going to St. Vincent’s Hospital at Portland, Ore. Earl Ross was born in Monroe April 24, 1904. Earl went to school a few years in both Duvall and Snoqual- mie, but has been in Mcnroe since the Seventh grade. He is very much interested in radio work. He has been president of his class in both Junior and Senior years. He expects to go to the University of Washington. Ernest Cowell was born in Lang City, Nebr., Feb. 12, 1904. He has been in this school since the Fourth grade, Ernest is quite a mechanic, having worked on Fords since his Freshman year. He is going to college to take up- engineering. Fred Peck was born in Jacksonville, Okla., Aug. 31, 1904. He has attended school in Monroe since the second grr de. Fred has always turned out for athletics and won his “M” this year in football. He intends to go to the University of Washington. William R. Faulds was born in Seattle, Wash., July 26, 1902. Bill joined our class this year, having previously atended school at Sultan. He intends to take a course in a business college. Clarence Gering was born in Menno, Wash., Feb. 7, 1902. He spent 45 days as a Sophomore with us and w is a regular member in our Junior and Senior years. He intends to go to college. Webster Augustine was born in Seattle, Wash., July 18. 1904. He has attended school in Monroe since the Sixth grade. Web has been the representative of our class on every team since his Sophomore year, having earned ten “M’s.” He intends to go to the University of Washington next year. Phillip Stucky was born in Maxville, Kansas, July 5, 1905. He joined us in our Senior year, coming from Stanford. Mont He earned his letter in football this year, playing end. He intends to take up an engineering course at the University of Washington. It has been a rule that the Valedictorian must have attended this school at least two years.otherwise Phillip would have held that position instead of Salutatorian. WEBSTER AUGUSTINE, ’22.

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For you must have guessed that they were soldiers of the Irish Free State. I turned again to the crystal, but lo! the vision had vanished and in its place I saw a small shop cluttered with all kinds of machinery, and in one corner of the room, sleeves rolled high, hatless and coatless, I saw a familiar figure bending over some object on the table. Then I be- came aware of a great commotion outside and gazing out of the window I saw an immense crowd clamoring at the window and shouting at the tops of their voices. The fig- ure, however, never raised its head, but swiftly went to work fitting a screw here and there in the object before him. Again I turned to Madam Latour, and again she smiled and replied: “That is Fred Peck. He has just in- vented a cap which will, when worn, enable the densest person to understand and remember anything he has read. The crowd is already gathering to purchase his invention.” While meditating on this I was aroused by a cry, “Look! The scene changes.” 1 turned and beheld a large gym, covering an acre. Hundreds of girls in uniform were lined up along the wall, while marching defiantly up and down the middle of the floor, and swinging her dumbells, was none other than Katherine Mitchell. Dear Kate, I thought, you always did want to teach gymnastics, and I am so glad. rl hen I was brought back to the scene again by the command, “Forward, March!” The column of girls moved slowly forward, step by step, arm swinging by arm. Then they formed in twos and threes, still in the same uniform motion. “The Grand March!” How beautiful, thought I. The picture slowly faded and the air was filled with the most beautiful music I ever heard. First one loud blast from the clarinet, followed by the sweeter notes of the saxaphone, and ending with the throbbing wail of the violin. Then into sight came a uniformed band, headed by a figure which seemed familiar to me. Could it be? I looked again. Yes, it was. I raised my questioning eyes to Madame Latour. “That,” said she, “is William R. Faulds and his orchestra. He plays tonight at the Grand Orpheum. I heard he gets six hundred seventy-five for the job.” “Hurrah!” said I. This time as I turned to the crystal I was rewarded by a strange sight. First to my excited gaze came a lit- tle white schoolhouse completely surrounded by palm trees, and as I exclaimed aloud over the beauty of the sight the scene shifted and I gazed upon the interior of the building. It was nothing but one large room and a lot of little picaninnies were seated cross-legged on the