Plainfield High School - Silhouettes Yearbook (Plainfield, IN)

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732,741 ggzfffvizieff, ' 9 'rg 1' 2142 ff, f ' ' I an uxen m ff- f I , a d J Q ff QS.. 1 Qlielrelaiinns - AS I left my class room and watched the students strolling down the walks, I realized at last that the life of an old maid school teacher is not what I once thought it would be. I observed the throng breaking up into little groups, singles and pairs, laughing and talking-all of them care-free and happy, with the great world and all its opportunities be- fore them. This old familiar scene brought memories of my own school days and I wondered where, after all these years, were my old class- mates. And so I wandered away from the building, out along a country road, dreaming of old times until a strange sound, a steady monoton- ous humming, arrested my attention. This sound attracted me and my ever present curiosity and love lor mystery led me to follow it on into a little green valley, before a large, strange tapestry-work on which were these words: To You Is Given The Power To See At a loom, spinning a golden thread, sat an old rosy-cheeked fellow with flowing white hair and beard. 'Tm Father Time. explained the veteran. This thread is the thread of life and this is my loom of the world, spinning the future of our nation. Let me show you some of the products of this year 1940. Before me I saw a great white building. Behold, in the executive chair sat Olive Charles, first woman President of the United States! She pressed a buttong a man in waiting appeared, to whom Olive said, You may admit the Secretary of War. He bowed low and replied, Your order shall be obeyed, Miss President! Almost immedi- ately he announced: The Secretary of War, and to my very great surprise I recognized William Jamison. Who would have thought our gentle Bill would become such a warlike personage! I wished very very much to talk with them. but the scene changed immediately and a machine appeared running at high speed. But even as I watched, it came to a sudden stop. Ah! little did the world dream of that great inventor graduated from old P. I-I. S in 1921. 'Twas none other than Mr. Lowell Nelson Parsons and his bride, formerly Miss Florence Oald well, in their auto-airplane. Lowell touched a few levers, H Y great wings spread out on the sides of the car--and they were gone. As they faded from sight I heard the sound of a persuasive voice crying: Repent! Repent! ere itis too late On the tapestry appeared an African village and that wonder working preacher was my old class' mate Elmer Jarvis. A sweet voice, singing a Christian I-Iymu arose to the right of him. I realized that this lady must be his wife and on closer inspection I saw that she was indeed our Little Peg, both do- ing wonders in the missionary field. And this, said Father Time, is the president of a well known high school class. You remember of one time hearing the name Rock- efeller? Since Hildon Calbert appeared on the scene, J. D. Rockefel- ler is a mere nothing. Yes, my thread of life is quite golden for Boots, for he is a great oil man far above Rockefe1ler's most fanciful dreams. The lady with him is his wife, Clarice, society star and social better- ment worker in New York. V Who is that desperate looking lady, waving her hands to and fro I asked. Oh! that is Frances Garriott, president of the Woman's Argument- ation and Debating Society and teacher of Gordy's History, replied Father Time. And still they gazed and still the wonder grew that one small head could carry all she knew! Suddenly I was astonished by a cry that sounded like Get a de big banan! get a de big banan! Well what-well who-Root Smith sell- ing banannas right and left as fast as he could hand them out. 9 Yes, he's getting rich, said Father Time, People simply can't resist his cry. What is that terrible deafening noise? 'Tis ajitney driven by Joe I-Iagee, owner of an enterprising Ford Agency. Joe guarantees all cars to reach their destination somehow, sometime, and in some con- dition. The large building you see there, is a theatre, said Father Time. R iymond Phillips, a well known playwright and actor, is playing there. The lady star in his plays is the famous actress Ruth Admire.

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233136115 fA'4f,,2,1fy,ff, B - 1 4 ,xg if 2:12-1, ff, r 4 1' 1 1' ' 0 ! m f 'f sr 11 u x Q ri , ,Q Q if Q -1. + It is said they were both disappointed in love affairs and have learned to console each other. Just then strains of the most exquisite music seemed to come from behind the tapestry. I was gazing into the Metropolitan Opera House of New York and Beulah Overtou, a second Paderewski, and the same golden haired, happy faced girl of old was leading the orchestra in one of her own compositions. The audience applauded so long that she ii- nally seated herself at the piano and gave a demonstration which was highly appreciated. The scene faded away and this sign appeared: Philip Hiss-The .Iazz King. I will teach you to jazz anything, even 'God Save The King? Then I knew that Phil's ambition to become the greatest little jazzer in all the vvorldl' had been realized. I was aroused from a reverie by the sound of a booming voice and of much applause. Frank Spear, Father Time explained, a great orator. His speech on 'The Chewing Gum Curse' has won him world- wide fame. Part of his success is attributed to Tressie Reeves who accompanies him as the pitiful example of this awful curse? Frank's voice grew fainter and fainter until it died away and in its place came the sound of marching feet and the beating of drumsg West Point was celebrating the birthday of her greatest com mandant, Fred Osborn. Resplendent in uniform, his fine face showing his appreciation I easely picked Doc as the handsomest man of our class. The last I saw of him, he was bowing and smiling at a pretty girl, just as he used to do. But what, I asked turning to Father Time, has become of Geraldine Gibbs? I suppose she has made some farmer lad happy by now. Farmer indeed, snorted Father Time, she married a college professor and is beloved by all. Her pink teas are quite the thing and you are to be envied if you receive an invitation to one of them. I was much amused by the antics of the next man who appeared on thc tapestry. He was quite the funniest person I had ever seen but you can imagine my surprise when Father Time told me that he was Whitson Stewart and that his work as a comedian was far better than any thing Charlie Chaplin had ever done. I was not so surprised, how- ever at his choice of a wife when I learned that she was my old friend Marguerite. Marguerite was a sweet, lovable girl and I felt sure that they were very happy. The mysterious tapestry rolled on, until suddenly I was dazzled by a flash of red and white that marked the entrance to an up-to-date barber shop. A stream of dejected careworn men entered, and on taking a glimpse within, I saw the same men transformed by the mir- aculous hand ofthe smiling proprietor, namely Hobson Rees. After genius had performed his duty, he ushered them into an adjoining room, where a young lady, dark of complexion, small of stature, smil- ingly greeted the newcomers and I was much astonished to see in this expert inanicurest my old friend Lola Tucker. As her smiling face gradually vanished, a new vision appeared and I beheld the beautiful St. Paul's Cathedral, Rome. Multitudes of peo- ple were held entranced by the sweet voice of one whom we used to know as Harleen Cooper but is now known to the world as Madame Victoria. But even as I beheld this scene, the melodious strains grew faint- er and fainter. A veil was drawn over my eyes, shuting out from my vision the Things to Be, and I turn my eyes back to the Things that Are, sure in the knowledge that only goodness, truth and prosperity had come to all the fair and talented members of the Class of 'QL So you see, dear friends and classmates, That ,twas nothing but a dream Ilve been telling, howe'er natural And real it to you must seem, But in this old World of wonders, Dreams have oftentimes come true, So, who knows but this, my vision, May be realized by you? --F. H.