Ontario High School - Echo Yearbook (Ontario, NY)

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Ontario High School vw - A mr Class Prophecy oft 1923 By Beulah Brandt PTER TEN YEARS of absence engaging in my chosen vocation, I was at last going back to Ontario. The train slowed down and finally came to a standstill. Could it be possible that I was again in the good old town-possibly so near to that dear school building where all our childhood days were spent? S Ten years! But what a change in the place. I was at my wits end when a young lady lightly touched me. Where on earth did you drop from P she demanded. I hardly know myself-why, why-Petty-I mean Violetta Finkle, is it really you ? Yes, I was waiting for someone, but have just discovered he would not be here fand it's strange I could not for the life of me find out who that someone was.j After warm greetings, during which she insisted on my vis- iting her for at least part of my stay, she conducted me to her car in the same old speedy way. I found Violetta had become very successful in the business line. In fact, she was then the head of the fruit packing establishment. But there are so many things I want you to see and hear! Tomorrow it's necessary that I call at the hospital and you must go with me. Oh, yes! we have a hospital here now, with one of the dearest of nurses. I know you will fall in love with her, she is so kind and tender with her patients. Why, only recently the head doctor told me a young gentleman purposely fell and in- iured himself so this nurse could take care of him. I have reason to believe the doctor was rather nervous over it, she said. I also had reason to believe that doctor was nervous, too, as ,the next day when we went there, I found the head doctor to be none other than Smith Pratt and the nurse our dear classmate and president, Pearle Leenhouts. I seemed to be out for surprises that day, for we had hardly stepped into the open air again when I met face to face Maurice Maher. Do you see that building over there P he asked. That's the firm of Maher 81 Co., architects. Oh, yes, you know I always said I was going to be a business man. I'm sure he has succeeded beyond his wildest hopes. That evening as we sat around the table, Violetta told me that we all had reason to be proud of Myrtle Allen, who had secured a fine position as English teacher in Cornell University. She was 16

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The junior Echo 1'-'Fil QV' greater part of our junior as well as our Senior year. We decided to publish, for the first time in the history of Ontario High School, a junio-r annual, giving it the name Junior Echo. With the co-operation of other classmen we published this annual. We did not wish to leave the school without doing something worth while, and we chose this way of starting a custom, which might be followed each year by succeeding Juniors. We finished our Junior year with a good time at Charlotte in honor of the Seniors. In the evening we went to a play and even though the day was cloudy, all had a good time. In September, 1922, eight Seniors took their places in the Senior row. Every one of us was more determined than ever to win. Early in the year we organized, choosing Pearle as our president once more, knowing that she would serve us just as faithfully in this, our last year, as she had in the three former years. Gladys Herbert was chosen secretary, and Myrtle Allen once more as treasurer. We still retained the colors and motto of our junior year, but chose for our Howers the pink and white rose. Principal Start has been our class advisor for both our Ju- nior and Senior years. We have engaged in selling candy throughout the year and have cleared a neat sum thereby. We also continued the work of getting subscriptions for magazines as did the previous Senior class. Early in February we began planning for a play. We chose Tommy's Wife, and put forth our best efforts in order that we might put it on successfully. With Miss Remore's assistance as director and the co-operation of the village people as well as the high school pupils, we were well pleased with the results, especial- ly the financial part. During Easter week three of our members accom.panied the VVilliamson class on a trip to Washington. This they enjo-yed very much and they have entertained the rest of us with accounts of what they saw and did. Now our school year is at an end. Throughout the year we have eagerly looked forward to these events, but now, that the lastldays are at hand, we are very sorry that we must leave the dear old school where we have spent so many happy days. QUE.sToN gay A cabbage, a tomato, a hydrant and a hose had a race. Do you know ho-w they came out? The cabbage-a head. The tomato couldn't-ketchup. The hose-rubbered. The hydrant-is running' yet. 15

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The Junior Echo me - -uw seldom seen around Ontario, as her interests were centered else- where. I shall try to- find Myrtle, as I must see her for old friend- ship's sake, I said. , During the course of the evening I was so glad to hear that Cloise Swearingen had followed in his fatherls footsteps, taking up the ministry, and was a rising your minister preaching in Illi- nois. His life was made much happier by the presence of a sweet little wife called Lady Ethel. We had a hearty laugh when we remembered the time Cloise was so bashful about making love to Myrtle, even in our own Se- nior play. Not much time was left for me to muse over all these happy events when one bright sunny day Miss Violetta had me whisk- ing past green fieldsa and meadows until we came to a beautiful big farm where rows upon rows of corn and wheat fields were waving in the breeze, giving the place a look of great prosperity. Finally the car came to a halt at a beautiful long, low bungalow, covered with twining roses and vines, and I was presented to none other than Norman Beach, who was owner of that prosper- ous place. It seems we could not enjoy a long chat there, as Violetta must needs stop with some important papers at a neighboring place, at whic.h we soon arrived and a'very attractive place it was. A fine looking little light-haired youngster was playing outside. We stepped right in, passing a young gentleman holding a little to-t in his arms. A young woman came toward me. Yes,-can it be,-am I seeing right--way, it's Gladys Her- bert-Cone,', I nearly shouted. VVhat happy times ! Why, girls, I've seen or heard about all my classmates. Surely, this is more than could have been hoped for. On the way back I remarked that a good many things might happen in ten years. She agreed and said: Within the next ten, the children of the class of 1923 will be going there. Where do you mean P I asked. Look, she said, pointing. I turned around and looked back to where she was pointing. There stood the dear NEW school building, the. one we had hoped for so long! 17