North Central High School - Tamarack Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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2(i X II E T A M HACK Class Prophecy The stage is set in heaven, The time is the judgement day When Gabriel takes his trumpet out, The song of songs to play. While sitting up there in heaven In my angel ' s robe of white, I was called upon to look down below To pick out folks for the flight. I saw some X. C graduates Spread out across the earth. Some looked good and others bad. Various was their worth. Down in the South Sea Islands Willi a native by his side, I saw — Bill Brnbaker. Sylvia Mackoff was his bride. To New York now I turned my gaze, The city of many sights; And there my friend Katherine Power ' s name Glared in dazzling lights. Inside the theater, the orchestra Played music sweet and calm. Who was the leader t Why look again. Could it be Don Phlllabaumf It was — and the piano player Fred Wehman without a doubt Making goo-goo eyes at the dancer. Bemad ine Hover, what are you about? Walking down Broadway, a man by her side, I saw Gert Devlin beaming with pride. Her face lit up with joy and Surprise As she addressed a grimy bootblack of unusual size. Clarence Castor, she cried, how can this be? I thought you were playing football. I was, he sneeringly replied, But a woman caused my fall. From here I look down on Washington Where the Potomac River flowed, On the White House steps I noticed The first woman president, Ethel Khoad. The chauffeur and footman were waiting, Bach stood beside the car, They were Clyde Vigil and Joe McDonald. What lucky guys they are. Spokane now rose before my eyes, I saw my dear X. C. And in the principal ' s Office Formerly occupied by Mr. Kennedy Was Frank Bennett swinging in a chair. Kdla Swanson with a notebook on her knee Was taking a lot of dictation. How busy she seemed to be. I saw speeding out on the highway In a Kolls Koyce long and black, Virginia Pettit and Hazel Holder Racing a train to the track. As the engineer threw the lever on high, The train and the car raced to a tie, And Merrill Tester plowing in a field near by Said, There ' s two more X. C. girls to die. And in the graveyard white and still, That moaned of ghosts and witches, I wasn ' t at all Surprised to see Harley Keckord digging ditches. But alas, the time is drawing near. My decision I must make, Which of my dear old classmates Of North Central shall I take? Why, swing the doors wide open, Let every graduate through; For those who come from dear X. C. Are known to be staunch and true. SIGNED: VIOLET SKOXE, Chairman PAULINE TOMS BOBBY GRAY