Negaunee High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Negaunee, MI)

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CLASS PROPHECY. In the fall of 1930, I was in Chicago attending a convention of the Four-Eyed Club. I left the meeting early as 1 had an important en- gagement. Seeing a policeman in the middle of Michigan Avenue, I walked) over to him to inquire the way to the University Library. What! Who should this policeman be but Edward Johnson. He looked like a young giant in his uniform for he had grown several inches since his High School days and he surely looked capable of tak- ing care of immense crowds. I congratulated him on his position and hurried on to the library where I had an appointment with Ruth Mitchell. You know Ruth always did have the habit of making ap- pointments at the library. I entered this beautiful building and looked around in the Read- ing Room for Ruth. Not finding her, I passed on near the desk where a tiny figure perched on a very high stool caught my eye. I stared — for could this be my old classmate, Lucile ReicheH She informed me that she was head librarian and was enjoying her work very much. A book lay on her desk and glancing at it I saw A Collection of Poems by Eleanor Laughlin, a book with which I was already fami- liar, for in my own copy several pages were dog-eared, those on which were my favorite poems. Eleanor has certainly gained fame, hasn ' t she? remarked Lucile. And our other literary classmate — of course you have read Jennie Larson ' s latest book? I replied that I intended to, for I had enjoyed reading her other works so much. I then went into one of the rooms where the books are kept. Idly looking at a few volumes, I picked up Who ' s Who in America. ' I saw the name William Haidle, Lawyer, William had won recent fame in a law suit in which Senator E. Russel King had been sued for breach of promise. Going back into the readin g room and finding Ruth had not yet arrived, I picked up a magazine, Popular Mechanics, and read an article on George Robert ' s latest invention : 1 1 An Unstealable Um- brella. ' ' Ruth now came bustling up to me, whispering that she had been detained on a case, for Ruth is a doctor, you know, but she was now free to go to luncheon with me. We went to the Blackstone Hotel where she said she enjoyed the music so much. At the right of the entrance to the magnificent dining room sat the orchestra, Matt Nuttila directing. Between pieces we had a little chat. He invited us to attend a concert that evening at the Auditorium. Eva Peterson, Galli Curci ' s rival was to sing. We accepted gratefully, they took seats at a rose-adorned table. Over our salad we talked of old times for we hadn ' t had a visit for years. Of course our old classmates were discussed. Mona Wade and Florence Baillargeon were both nurses, Mona in Minneapolis, and Florence somewhere in Kansas. Frank Matteer was making wonderful discoveries with his as- tronomical apparatus and had received recognition at Washington for his graphic descriptions of stars. Edna Johnson was physical training directress at some college in the West, while Annie Granland, when last heard of, was on a ranch in Montana. Elizabeth Royea and Fannie Swartzberg had gone to New York

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City together. Fannie secured a position as stenographer and had just won the last 0. A. T. speed contest in typewriting. Elizabeth was a cartoonist and from her fine salary was able to fu.f ' ill her school day dreams of traveling in the East. John Lehtonen was manager of the General Electric (Jo. in Schenectady, N. Y. His electric potato peerler is used in every Amer- ican home. Ruth and I seemed to have kept in touch with a number of our old classmates. A recent letter from Ruth Buzan who was now mayor of Negaunee, enabled me to give the whereabouts of several others. Hilda Datson was comfortably settled in a little home in Negau- nee, happily engaged in doing her household duties and caring for her family. Olga Salmi who had been teaching at Palmer, had now set up a hair-dressing parlor. Lempi Teikar,) companion to some wealthy lady whom she had met at Detroit, was now traveling in Europe. Clifford Bath had surprised all his friends when he became man- ager of the beautiful new Negaunee Opera House erected by Everett Peterson. In one of the recent vaudeville acts there, Geraldine Scan- Ion had appeared as toe dancer. Sarah Lowenstein had just left on an extension buying trip to New York, Boston, and other Eastern points for she is an efficient member of the Lowenstein firm. Chancing to look up from my letter, I saw a familiar face at one of the tables across the room. It proved to be Dorothy Maitland ' s; and when I had beckoned her over to our table, she said she had come down to Chicago from her summer home to shop and to visit the Art Institute. She asked us to join her, and when, the next day, we were enjoying the pictures in the special exhibit room a particularly beau- tiful one, which seemed somehow familiar, attracted us. Examining it more closely, we discovered that it was a picture of the Rolling Mill location near Negaunee. Alphonse Peterson was the signature in one corner. Ruth and I knew that Cora Coldren was attending a Theatrical Art School, so we asked Dorothy, who often visited her, how she liked it. She replied that Cora was having a glorious time for she was writ- ing plays and having them presented under her own supervision. She sometimes took part as the leading lady, too. We were so interested in our reminiscences that we had not real- ized that we were the only persons in the building. Suddenly I jumped up, for a glance at my watch told me my train would leave in a few minutes. I sure did appreciate Traffic Cop Johnson, for he hailed a taxi for me which brought me to see how the big election had come out. Walter Farrer had won the governorship of Michigan by a large majority. A short history followed saying that Red had first caught the public eye by his wonderful playing at basketball tourna- ments during his High School days. Across the page I saw the item Lillian Johnson, profession- racer in aviation races across the Pacific to Japan, has won her third medal for speed. The brakeman opened the door and called a station. Where was I? All at once I was back in N. H. S. gym yelling N-E-G- GAUNEE! N-E-G- GAUNEE! From the window I could now see the brakeman wave his arms, then swing to the platform. When he