Northampton Area High School - Amptennian Yearbook (Northampton, PA)

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high position. Having satisfied fny curiosity 1 moved to the next opening. I lere I saw a young lady sitting in front of a large mirror fixing her hair and powdering her face. This young lady was Olive Kuntz. the secretary of the class of 1917. By the style of her dress 1 could guess that it was about the year 1927. In her school-days she had always been interested in moving pictures, and now she was the leading actress of the Wolf Film Co. In the short time of ten years she had become famous on the screen. Nothing but her interest and future desire to become an actress, while she was yet in high school, brought her to this position. Thru the next opening I saw something which I did not expect to see. This time I was looking at an automobile speedway. 1 saw an automobile coming towards me at the rate of about one hundred miles an hour. As quick as a flash the machine stopped in front of me and out jumped my friend and classmate Arthur Wolf. The automobile which he drove was an eight cyl. Fiat. While he was at high school, everybody thought that some day he would he a great violinist, but he became an automobile racer and won several cups in his long races. The license on his car was one of the year 1930. He only stopped for a few seconds to look at a weak tire, and was off again in a great hurry, and 1 soon lost sight of him. Before I looked into the next opening I heard the click of a typewriter. When 1 did look in. I was looking into the private office of some large firm. The noise of the typewriter was made by a small young lady. This young lady was Mabel Best. Her boss was a rich merchant. He had just dictated a letter to her and she was writing it at the rate of sixty words a minute. On the boss' desk was a calendar of 1926. She had been stenographer at this place ever since she left high school, and had gained this high position, as private stenographer, by being loyal to her bosses. All she had to do was write his letters and receive her pay. In fact she liked the location of the place better than the position. The office of the firm was located at the upper end of Northampton. The town had grown about five times its size since 1917. I did not want to disturb Mabel, for she was very busy, as she always was in school, so I moved to the next opening. Thru the next opening 1 was looking into a large field. Several miles away I could hear the thunder of cannon and field guns. It was a battle field. There were many soldiers lying on the ground, and sev-

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Imagine yourself in my condition. 1 became terrified and could not speak. He shook me and said I should hurry, for he had not much time to lose. Necessity is the mother of invention. I knew that nothing but stratagem would save my life, and a means of gaining my liberty came into my mind. I told him that before he would kill me he should truly tell me if he was actually in such a small vase. He said he was, and I answered that I did not believe it and that I would not unless he would prove it to me. He said he would and immediately clouds of mist gathered around me. Soon it solidified and slowly entered the vase. Now was my chance. 1 siezed the lid and quickly put it on the lid of the vase, and I held it on tight. He was now in my power and he knew it. I told him that I would throw him back into the ocean again. He quickly told me not to do so, and he said he would grant me anything in the world if I would let him out again. I made him promise that he would not kill me and then let him out. After the mist had cleared away 1 saw the genie kneeling before me. He said anything I wished to have or know he would grant me. I had everything to make me satisfied, so I did not know what to ask for. Presently my mind drifted back to my comrades and classmates at Northampton. While 1 was with them in high school, very few of them knew at what future position they were aiming. so I was anxious to know what would become of them after they left school. I asked the genie if he could tell me. He bowed and smiled, for he said it was an easy task. It was about nine P. M. and the lights could be seen in the distant city. Everything about me was dark. The genie led me to a large cave a short distance away. Slowly we entered it. After we walked inward for about five minutes, the genie pronounced some words which I could not understand. Suddenly the earth shook, and many openings were formed all along the walls of the cave. The genie told me to look into the opening nearest to me. I obeyed his command, and to my surprise I found that I was looking into a class-room of some large college. Pile opening thru which 1 was looking was a window in this room. 1 he room was filled with students. The instructor of this class was Luther Kline, the president of the class of 1917. The college was a beautiful building and immense in size. It was built by Mr. Rockerfeller in 1928. It was supposed to have the best instructors in the country. Luther had charge of the chemical department of the college. Nothing but hard study at high school, and then at the University of Penn gave him this -27-

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eral nurses and doctors near them, fixing their wounds. They were U. S. soldiers. I could not tell who the enemy was whom they were fighting. At one side of the field 1 saw a young captain lying. He had been badly wounded by the enemy. At his side was standing a nurse. It was Hattie Becker. She was attending the young captain,.whose life she was trying hard to save. She had enlisted in the red cross army the year after her high school career closed, and she was still there. She was one of the head nurses of her division. At the time she was near the firing line and in danger of her life. But the roar of the guns became louder and the picture before me looked so sad that I could stay no longer; so 1 moved to the next opening. What a change this next opening brought to me compared to the one just gone by! 1 was carried from the battle field to a country grocery store, on Centre Square in Laury's. The store was full of farmers who were discussing politics. There were many barrels and boxes all around the store containing oranges and many other articles for sale. Judging from the prices which were fastened to the boxes and barrels, I knew it must be somewhere around the year 1925. for the prices were very high. Behind the counter was a small man who I recognized to be Harry Young. He came to high school to learn h.r.v to take care of the financial end of his father’s store. Now the store was entirely in his charge, and judging from the size of it. lie was making a success. Harry was still as small as ever. I saw nothing of much interest to me there, so 1 moved to the next opening. Here, to my great surprise, 1 was looking at an automobile containing three women, in one of the main streets of New York. At first 1 could not recognize them. Later I found them to be three of my classmates, Margaret Jones, Alice Frey and Stella Rodenbach. They were giving free lectures on “Woman Suffrage”. Alice was studying out the “dope , while Margaret and Stella were taking turns at speaking. Stella bad cultivated her voice to a great extent and was a very good s|x-akcr. Any one who was a member of the class of 1917 could have easily foretold that Stella would some day be a good speaker, for she was always practising in school. Margaret was president of the Woman Suffrage committee of Weaversville. She succeeded in getting Alice and Stella interested and they also became members. At this time they were on a trip to show their ability and to become known to the people who were interested in Woman Suffrage. 1 was waiting for someone in the crowd around the automobile I there were about five hundred people) to step —29—