Northwestern Oklahoma State University - Ranger Yearbook (Alva, OK)

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HERMIONE M. STEWART, Pi Kappa ' 12- ' 15; Q. P. ' 14- ' 15; Quar- tette; Sextette; Glee Club; Basket Ball 13- ' 14: Triangular Reader 13; Special Assistant Expression ' 14. Thy pathway lies among the stars. STELLA B. HAINES, A sincere, modest, and truth-lov ing girl.

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OSIE VARNUM, Senior Piano. ' Small but important. ' FRANK K. REID, N. S. N. ' 13- ' 14. We love in others what we lack in ourselves.

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The Senior Class Prophecy THE 15 ' ERS FIFTEEN YEARS HENCE. (By. N. I. W.) It was eventide. The brown birds were winging home. Aurora driving to the horizon made all the world resplendent and lengthened the shadows that fell across a path leading to a cool October lake in the tumult of a dark pine forest. The lake was called Wishing Lake, and on its banks gamboled elves and sprites, by moonlight. Here the Fairy Queen summoned her sub- jects to doom or to praise mortal ' s deeds. And mortals could, — if they would forget they were mortals, — could once in their lifetime wish at the Fairy Queen ' s shrine. Having just completed a pamphlet which reflected my highest ambition, How to Grow Tall Without Sleeping, I tho ' t to take me to the lake and make my one wish. I pondered some time on what it should be, and settled happily on the lives of the 15 ' ers of old N. S. N. The pines were crooning a soft evening lullaby, and I listened longingly, when suddenly there was a fluttering shadow on the lake ' s calm waters, and I beheld a marvelous swan-boat driven by the Fairy Queen. A whirl and we were off. How I had gotten into the boat I cannot tell, but we were soon far above the tops of the pines, and the boat had changed into a wonderful airship. A small trademark at my foot attracted me. It was: Airships for Air Trips, JAY B. MORTON, Dealer in All Kinds of Air Articles. Free Gas. So Jay was using his gas for propelling air machines. In the yard of a country home the fowls were feeding, and there played among them several fair-faced babes. The mother, on hearing us turned to see who we might be. Lo ! It was none other than Mable Funk turned farmer ' s wife. We next paused above a wonderful roof-garden, the play in progress being a Biblical play, Jonah and the Whale. It progressed wonderfully, and at the end of the last act, at the drop of the curtain, shouts of Author ! rose. And there came forth our own Naomi Drake, elegantly gowned, still possessing her well known interest in Biblical heroes. Away! We hovered over an enthusiastic crowd gathered around a man explaining in a persuasive tone the wonders of a new sensational clothespin, which by means of a phonographic attachment, furnished enter- rainment for the laundress, playing popular or operatic airs according to the mood of the washer. It was designed and patented by L. E. Beattie. I asked to alight. No, his is a sad tale, spoke the Fairy Queen. He doesn ' t know of his success. After working many years, just as he was about to realize his ambitions, the National Humane Society effected his banishment. And Fern Clifton? I asked quickly, Is she, — . Aye, they dwell on a tropical isle, and all day she fans his furrowed brow and sings him love songs of her own coining. Then quickly a stately mansion arrested my attention. The owner ' s name appeared upon the door mat. Arthur Lane. Clearly I was puzzled. Who of the 15 ' ers ever dreamed that Arthur would turn bachelor, — and more, a philanthropist. 26