Pekin High School - Pekinian Yearbook (Pekin, IL)

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SITTING before an open fire, laying,plans for the future and building castles of an airy nature, I gradually became aware of a presence at-my side. It beckoned me to follow. I seemed to shrink to nothingness, yet paused a moment before leaving and looked at my late self resting comfortably in a large chair. In a remarkably short time I was seated at a library table on which was a crystal-gazing globe or ball. My companion, an elderly woman, asked if I would like to know what my classmates of 1916 were doing in 1936. I replied that I should be delighted to know. She told me that by concentrating my gaze on the crystal ball on the table before me, pictures of my classmates would emerge. I doubted her word and she explained that crystal-gazing w'as known historically to have survived through classical and medieval times and after the Reformation. In all times and countries, the practice was used for purposes of divination. I thought there would be no harm in trying, so looked into the crystal globe, which immediately took on a milky or misty aspect, then it grew black, reflections disappeared, and then the pictures emerged. I saw colored figures of people in motion, then the ball disappeared from view and I found myself looking at the following panorama: The first scene is in a hospital. An immaculate nurse. Nelda Himmel, is bending tenderly over Ned Fehrman, wbo is groaning in agony. She turns sadly to Frances VVoost and asks, “What happened to your husband to so seriously injure him?” “Oh,” cried Mrs. Fehrman, “a train of thought passed through his brain.’ | Now I see Edwin Breaden strutting through a store. Suddenly, without warning, he reaches over and grabs a handful of candy. But the be-painted, be-ribboned girl only smiles, for is lie not the manager of Wool worths? Beatrice Trainer is fanning herself after her great exertions in Barnum and Bailey’s, where she is noted as the greatest fat lady on earth. In another tent, Willis Cooper and Maude, his wife, are freshening the stripes on the zebras. This gives a wonderful opportunity to display their artistic ability. Now, 1 view the famous New High School, and there in the Latin room sits Helen Sipfle superintending a celebration of the Saturnalia. She has imiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiini iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY.—Continued. been teaching for a year in the place of Miss Lockett, who has recently married a Californian. At another institution of learning, the University of Hollis, we see Earl Trainer. No, he is not getting a Master’s Degree. He is simply still trying to win the mile run. In startling contrast I see John Aydelott, the noted rag-time artist, disporting himself gayly at the Ivers Pond in the Air Dome. He owns one-sixteenth interest in the theatre, while Alice, his wife, owns the other fifteen. Only shows guaranteed and censored by the Board of Sunday Schools and Christian Endeavors are shown. And here, in another great theatre is shown Georgette Pekill—known to us as Berdine Haake. She is giving a Billie Burke-like interpretation of Lady Macbeth. And there in the audience, sending her petunias and morning glories, is Paul Conaghan. He is visiting in New York to get the latest from Ireland to put in his paper, the “Freie Presse.” Leonard Renfer is a barber and in one corner of the shop Clarissa is established as a manicurist. To you whose minds are not very keen, I explain that in this way she gets to hold his hands. Very satisfactory to both. Donald Velde has a very lucrative position. He is kept so busy that he only has time to read his favorite book, Emerson’s “Compensation,” through twice a month. He is train announcer at Dillon. His daily customers are Margie and her husband. They bring eggs to the “city” market every day. I only faintly remember Margie’s man, but I think he was a freshman in High School when she was a senior. Another couple arrived on their wedding trip several days ago. They were Manilla and John Albers. John says that Manilla proposed to him so many times that at last he accepted out of sheer admiration. Irving Bower is one of the busiest men on the face of the earth. He is taking the rattles out of Fords for the use of babies. Superintending the job is Louise Wilkinson, who is taking a much needed holiday. She travels around the county collecting hair for her switches. Hertha Burg, the speed artist, is stenographer at Kid Heckman’s thirst parlor, the “Sunset.” Business is slack this morning and Mr. Heckman reads in the paper the announcement of the return of Allen’s shows. The feature this year is Howard Brooking, the only red man in captivity.” If truth were told, however, he fell into a barrel of dye while working for Meuhler. Mr. Heckman glances across the street and smiles at Ruth Ep-kens as she stands in the door of her cigar stand. (I forgot to state that the “Sunset” is next door to Gehrig’s cigar store.) Now, as the scene changes, I look into a vast tabernacle. At the piano sits Helen Egger, pounding out “De Brewer’s Big Hosses,” and Miriam Sipfle madly directs the chorus, leading off with her beautiful voice. The sawdust trail is already and waiting. Need I add that Billy Sunday is in the pulpit? And now, I see that John Goar, insurgent in the House of Representatives, is telling his wife, formerly Mary Mott, about his latest wonderful speech. Needless to say, Mary is duly impressed. And he also tells of the sad news that Vera Hallstein has died because of fatty degeneration of the heart. Too bad, but what can you expect when people will not keep themselves below 300 pounds? ifiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiitiiiiil