Monterey High School - El Susurro Yearbook (Monterey, CA)

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EL SUSURRO Senior Prophecy lly YINVIENT Email, l'i-:Tick Doi.AN and Tmiaiasia SCii.wriai.ia lVell, well, I said to myself. Monterey has at last obtained her break- water! The train stopped and 1 beheld a magnificent depot before me. No eyesore greeted the stranger at the depot, but. instead, a large otiice building on I'erry Street. I had received a letter from my friend, Wilton Gunzendorfer, who was in Monterey, after a sojourn in New York's leading musical conservatories. asking me to come and see him. as he had something very interesting to show me. I had supper with him, and about T o'clock we went down town. He took mc to where the Strand Theater used to stand on Alvarado Street. llut before me uow was a magnificent playhouse. This is my theater, Gunzie said. Ilut wait until you see.inside. XVe entered: it was truly wonderful in there. There was a large crowd of musi- cians in the orchestra pit ready to begin. Now, he told me, I bought a patent to a swell machine. Here it is. When the orchestra plays a tune suggestive of some one, this dictaphone carries the sound wave to a crystal mirror, which is so connected with a motion picture machine that the image of the person suggested by the music is then reflected upon the screen. Well, l'll leave you now, but you listen to the music and watch the screen. This I did. and waited with curiosity. The orchestra rendered some real jazz music and I realized that Gunzie was still on the job. The piece was very familiar to me, for I remembered having danced to it. It was Long Hoy. and just as the chorus was sounded. I saw on the screen VVilliam Mcfiachern standing before an establishment of Ifords. I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw my old schoolmate on the screeng but I said nothing and looked on. Then the orchestra played Whose Little lleart Are You llreaking Now ? This was certainly familiar to me. And there l saw Dot Harrington in a studio designing clothes for I. Magniu's. So Dot had to do something about clothes! When another piece was played. I knew he was playing a medley of favorite Senior tunes. This time it was Salome, and there was Therese on the stage of the Metropolitan Opera House in her farewell performance. I think I saw her lips moving as she danced with her chorus of dancers about her. Yes, she was talking right out loud. I'm Iioing to Ifollow the Iloys Over There began, and I wondered who had thought of going across, Then it dawned upon me. that cablegram from France. Sure enough, there was Myrtle Machado all dolled up in her Red Cross uniform. trying to look serious, but not succeeding very well. I coul:ln't help thinking of the Castroville train coming in late when I 9