Newport News High School - Anchor Yearbook (Newport News, VA)

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CLASS Prophlcy For many years I had been taking courses from the renowned French telepathist, M. La Classe. It believed it was possible to communicate with my friends, at any distance whatsoever. One day the happy thought came to me that I should get in communication with my old High School chums of the class of February and see what had become of them. For long weary hours I concentrated upon the old days spent in that renowned institution, the Walter Reed High School in Newport News, Virginia. At last there comes before my eyes a vision. It’s hazy, but wait, there appears a stately figure, clad in a long trailing costume of jade green. Yes, she is in a Fifth Avenue shop, the mist is clearing — it is Ethel Johnson, the model there. See how stylish she looks. I am not surprised though, because Ethel always dressed attractively even in her High School days. I remember now, we made her the most stylish girl in the class of February “ 22 ”. I see a different part of the city. It is in the Italian district, a man is standing on a soap box violently expostulating. He is waving a red flag, his light, curly hair can not be mistaken. It is none other than Robert Silk, teaching the Italians the principles of Bolshevism. Ah! What a magnificent masion! In the gorgeous drawing room sits a distinguished looking lady, with hair piled high on her head. Why, its Bessie Smith. Bessie used to fix her hair that way once in a while when she was a mere child. It’s very becoming now. A closer look reveals a small Pekinese dog, on the great chair to her right is a little curly poodle ' and at her feet lies a huge wolf hound. Bessie looks perfectly happy and contented. She was always very fond of dogs in her youth. The next picture before me is on the beach in California. Two attractive maidens are diving from a springing board. Why, they are Ruth Meanly and Lola Hynson! They are doing exhibition stunts for the movies now. The haze deepens, it grows dar k, I can see no more. But wait, in the distance is a tiny school house, a complacent looking woman sits at the desk,

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24 THE BEACON books are piled high on either side. The teacher is Ruth Belle. She gives her pupils better marks, if they read books for extra credit. Now before me looms the White House at Washington. The President is holding a Cabinet meeting. Gracious me! Who is the distinguished looking woman whom they call Secretary of the Treasurer? Of course, it’s Mar- guerite Long. She was very capable as a class treasurer and her fame has been spread far and wide. The picture shifts, there is a huge ranch in the west. Riding a wild bronco a splendid looking man appears. Of all people — it’s Clarence Nors- worthy. A woman comes to the gate to greet him, what a kindly face she has! Can that be Susie Ashburn ? Clarence and Susie seem quite happy on their ranch. They have been married for five years. I must concentrate. The pictures come in quick succession. At Keith’s Palace Theatre a famous juggler heads the bill. Can I believe what I see before me ? John Ankers is on the stage catching six balls at one time. It’s funny how Fate changes our destiny. John always desired to be a Methodist preacher. Before me the figure of a man glides. Yes, he is dancing quite gracefully. He seems to have a dancing school. Why, of course, I should have known that Ellis Block would become a dancing master. He always loved to fox trot when he was a High School boy. I am excited, my perspective widens! The Colgate factory comes to my sight. A young lady is posing for an advertisement for tooth paste. She has her mouth open, showing her pearly teeth. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s Helen Brulle. The position is quite suitable for Helen as I have never seen her with her mouth closed. I’m glad she didn’t miss her vocation in life. What an aristocratic looking town! Why, it’s Hampton, Virginia. On the porch of an attractive looking house sits a glorious looking young lady. She has golden hair and twinkling eyes. Beatrice Vanderslice could never be mistaken. It is said that she has broken the hearts of every youth on the Boulevard and in Hampton. Tomorrow is her wedding day. She has decided to marry her first love, a Hampton man. I see a huge auditorium. At the desk a tall, black haired man raps his ring for order. Somewhere I have heard him rap his hand on the desk for order and his ring jingles continually. To be sure, it’s Franklin Blech- man. He is the speaker of the House of Representatives and he still must rap for order as he used to do when he was holding class meetings in the class of February ’22. Ah! What are the headlines of that newspaper? It says that Charles Millhiser is the most famous Shakespearian actor of the age. He plays Romeo more wonderfully than Shakespeare himself could have imagined. His Juliet is quite marvelous herself. She is Kathleen Smith.