Morral High School - Captain Yearbook (Morral, OH)

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CLASS PROPHECY Welcome to the inner room of the studio of Madame Zaza Palmistry Expert. Lo and behold, but what have we here? It is Commencement Eve and these six have come seeking to have the Madame lift the veil of the future and reveal the fate of each. Edith Williams is summoned into the presence of the all seeing Madame Zaza. After crossing the Madame's palm with silver, Edith's hand is seized. Making a thorough sur- vey of the palm the Madame speaks: I see--I see this young lady perched on a high hill in the midst of a tobacco patch with the dark and muddy waters of the overflowing Ohio Riv- er swirling at her feet. You have returned to your 'Old Kentucky Homen for relaxation from strenuous stenographic duties in the office of the pepper magnate, Peter Piper. Oh yes!! NPeter Piper's pickled peppersn are to be found on every well set table. As Edith passes from the inmost chamber, Leona Leathem fearfully crosses the threshold into the future. The Madame smiles as she begins this reading. I behold a modest sign over a doorway WLook Lovely With Leona.W I open the door and peer through the steam to discover Myriads of stewing women being carefully guided along the rough road to beauty Overseeing this vast operation is Lady Leona herself.An ex- citing array of cosmetics has recently made its debut to the American Woman. Ladies from far and wide are flocking into exclusive stores to purchase Lady Leona Powders and Perfumes. Leona, happily emerges from her audience with Madame Zaza and guides a doubtful Dale Hensel into the very great unknown. The Madame frowns slightly as she scans this gentlemen's palm. She seems bewildered and asks a question. WYoung man, what is your ambition? Dale, after some deliberation replies, WI dunno.W The Madame closes her eyes and concentrates. At last she speaks: Two roads lie before you. At the end of one, paved with, indolence and indecision, I see you, a weary and discouraged old man leaning on a fence rail. What has happened? No, don't tan me!! I see it all now, you are asked if you would like to receive the inheritance from your millionaire unc1e's es- tate. Your answer: I dunno sent 298,000,000 into the treasury of the home for nAiling Airedales.W The opposite road leads to the position of leading farmer of your dis- trict. Students from all over the country have made their way to this model farm. Flt is up to you, sir,N thus say- eth the Madame.

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CLASS PROPHECY fCONT'D.l Scratching his head, Dale totters away from Madame Zaza and points the way to Jane Bishop. The Madame has great diff iculty in distinguishing the lines of this palm, because of the blotches of green ink on Jane's hand. Madame Zaza at last threads her way through this maze and beings her reads ing. WAfter many years spent starving in an obscure attic, you have overcome the most oppressive obstacles and estab- lishing an art studio. This studio has become famous forthe quantity of HDuckyW portraits which you have painted. Oh! so you would like to know what your hobby is? You make asmb- stantial profit from the sale of HJanie's Jaunty Jinglesn, short poems which you are constantly scribbling on every a- vailable scrap of paper. An impatient Ray Cook is at last ushered before Us aug- ust Madame Zaza. She gingerly scrutinizes this young man's palm with a puzzled expression. There are many conflicting indications here,--Ah it is clear to me now. You will have two main careers. The first being that of president of a great chewing gum concern. Perhaps the greatestinsphaticn of your life came when you htt upon a slogan for your fam- ous product: NChew Cook's--Favorite of Crooksu. At last you are forced to retire from this lucrative enterprise. All of the crooks have been jailed and thus there is no longer ade- mand for the product. Not to be discouraged you speedily convert the molds in your factory and begin production of tennis shoes fron the remainder of the chewing gum mixture. The last of the sry in the' waiting room is Marilyn Metzger. She has heard of the futures of her classmates and is nervously awaiting a revelation of her own prospective failure or success. The Madame wearily takes up this last hand and tells of Marilyn twenty years from now. She is peer ing near-sightedly at a volume of ancient history. There is a steaming cup of coffee at her side, and she is preparing a list of questions to be answered by her group fof young hopefuls on the morrow. I Madame Zaza closes her studio for the night, well pleased with what she has prophesied in the lives of these six young people.