Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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| Class Prophecy | By WINIFRED WUNDERLICH. “As I walked thru the wilderness of this world. 1 lighted on a certain place where w.as a den. and laid me down In that place to sleep; and as I slept I dreamed a dream. —Bunyan. AS 1 tossed on my bed of roses and straw. I earnestly besought the God- dess of Sleep to come and carry me to the Land of Rest and Sweet Oblivion, and 1 , my entreaty was heard and granted, for she drew near and with her came her handmaiden, the Dream Lady. A wonderful drowsiness stole over me; a train of thoughts and fancies engulfed me and I dreamed; and dreaming saw approach lightly and gavly a fairy, which on coming near questioned me saying, “If thou couldst view certain of thy friends as they shall appear in a future decade, whom wouldst thou choose?” Rapidly I thought how dear to me were my classmates of 17 and how they would welcome me with open arms while I disclosed my wonderful knowl- edge. and how much striving and anxiety over weighty love intricacies it would eliminate and all in all what a thrilling experience it would be, and I answered in hushed tones. “My Classmates.” Then before my eyes is unfolded a vast panorama wherein familiar fig- ures move, but the surroundings are strange. I discover Ford Keyser a prosperous agent for Ford cars. All he does is hand his card to a prospective buyer and when they observe that he thinks so much of the car that he calls himself by it. it's a sure sale. However we knew Ford would be a success in whatever he chose. He insisted that I visit his wife, our former Nellie Head. Nellie was just winding her gas buggy preparatory to gliding up town where she holds the office of recorder. She has had ample experience along this line in her high school days for she always kept a record of the times she was on the honor roll. She has the record framed and it now adorns the wall above the fireplace in their home. This scene fades and before me I see a spacious and well appointed of- fice and here, monarch of all he surveys, reigns the Hon. Chester Wright. Chet liked his job of writing the Senior Class Will so well that he thought he would write wills all his life and turned lawyer. Our Demure Anna Cain offi- ciates under the head of stenographer and general utilities. Chet is also one of the directors of a matrimonial bureau across the hall. That's how he got Pearl Miller for his better half, but sh----. don’t tell I told you. they don’t want it advertised. Ruth VanVactor and Amelia Wise are the general managers of the marriage factory and are getting rich quick at it. The way they work it is something like this: if their clients don’t fall for Amelia's giggling they are sure to admire Ruth’s solemnity and so they never lose a customer. I hear Amelia and Russell Truex are engaged and thru their own agency. Then bright lights dazzle my eyes and I pass into the famous “Morcombe Theatre” where the vaudeville feature of the evening is Arthur Sylvester Becknell, who has taken the place of Montgomery and Stone in the funny world, to the general satisfaction of the public. Miss Eulalia Twomey, col-

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I. Harry Lacher, wish to bequeath all the chewing gum and other chat tels to Alonzo Richard. May they he of great benefit to him. We, Amelia Wise and Fordie Keyscr, leave our latest edition, entitled “A Concert of Giggles” to Edmund Jeffries. Stub leaves his office as treas- urer to any one looking for graft, and his love of study to one Chauncy Good- man. I. Nellie Head, bequeath my ability as a debater to one Esther O’Keefe who shows great promise along that line. 1 also will my position at the head of the honor roll to Arnold Dcuwilis. I. Bertha Carothers, leave my earnestness in speaking before the public to Paul Rains who needs it when lie recites poetry before the assembly. I. Beatrice Boys, leave my sleigh-bells to Clark Logan so that the stu- dents may be lulled to sleep while he bobs around. 1 also will my natural ( ?) curls (?) to Jean Murgatroyd. I. Helen Bon Durant leave mv gold medal, won at Northern Indiana, to Irene Schuh. I also leave my “sunshine” to Fern Ringer. I, Ben Cramer, leave my seat by the window to Rev. Nicodemus Kitch hoping that he may sleep peacefully there without being caught. I. Boyd Morcombe, leave my ability as a geometry teacher t«» Noble Keyser. I. Russell Truex, leave my skill as a dancing master to Hubert Ogden, that erstwhile butterfly of the dancing floor. Now lastly, I. Sir LeRoy right, bequeath my now famous selection, “Tweet, Tweet, Little Birdie.” to Jarvis Rhinehart to call his men in out of the rain during the next track season, and I further bequest my “pep” in track to Richard Huff. For good measure I leave all my overgrown ( ?) credits to Ronald Swinderman. We, the Class of 1917, do hereby appoint Lord Henry Webb as executor of this our last will and testament, and we do hereby set our hand and seal to this document. CLASS OF 1917. (Seal) Signed, sealed, declared and published in the presence of us, who. at their request and in their presence, and in the presence of each other, have sub- scribed our names as witnesses thereto. PRES. WILL SOI IN. (Seal) MAYOR WHIT CELL. (Seal) SIR JOHN BLAND. (Seal)

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oratura soprano, lias just been flashed oil the public and adds greatly to the Becknell Company. Then 1 behold a great Crowd swaying to and fro, and straining every eyelid to get a peek at the famous suffragette. Beatrice Boys, as she carries the throng from joy and mirth to mournful sobbing, by her story of woman’s struggle for her rights. She has converted Helen Woodward, who is a most ardent worker for the cause, acting as press agent for Beatrice. I understand she presses until she gets what she wants. A newsboy passes and I purchase a paper. Here I read “Brilliant star of the battlefield. Gen. Benj. Cramer, has added one more laurel to bis crown.” I always knew Ben would get there. And again I read “Miss Damans Metsker, our new ambassadress to France, has just arrived in Paris, where she was cordially received with due pomp and honor. We expect her to do much in France, as she is very pop- ular among the French dandies and she has always shown diplomacy equal to that of Benj. Franklin.” In the distance I see a beautiful and majestic church, and upon entering I gaze upon none other than Rev. (has. Lawton Brown, as pastor. He deliv- ers his sermon in a flow of grandiloquent oratory and then as the choir breaks out in a joyous anthem. 1 recognize Krdean Xeiters as the chorister. Again 1 view a dignified assemblage where sits the Congress of our United States. And while the seers nod approval, our former class presi- dent. Geo. Milner, submits with convincing argument the new Pill of Rights, which states that only three maidens may surround one man at one time: and I shrewedly suspect this bill originated thru a spirit of self-defense. George is still beloved by all. but entrapped by none. In my dreams I am transported to Little Rock. Ark., where, in his great wholesale grocery. Harry Lachcr but waves his hand and it is done. Here, too, Russell VanVactor is a prominent and influential rice farmer and has several Japanese on his plantation learning how it is done. Clara Travis is truly his helpmate, for she has invented a new way of making rice-beads which are coming rapidly in vogue. In this same Arkansas city, Marie Inks has charge of an enticing manicure parlor, where all the Southern Belles go to get a shine. A new scene arises before me; I discern a Red Cross nurse—but no—it is Hazel Kleckner in her Domestic Science get-up. She is instructor in Illinois University, where she endeavors to instruct poor wayward girls in the way they should cook if they ever want to get husbands, and keep them. Here too, Harry Brundige is professor in History. We always knew that he was being unjustly treated when he was not put at the head of the honor list. Xow we have it further proved; for he is an authority on the whole thing. Then in my dream I see the world famed reader. Mile. Helen BonDurant. as she holds vast audiences enthralled with the magic of her voice. Out of the great eye of the public she is known as Mrs. L. B. Kevser, but on the stage she still clings to her Frenchy name. Bertha Carothers has gained the recognition and applause of the whole country by her unique and original reforms in juvenile work. And with her name is always coupled Esther Stull, who has been her able assistant. Nellie Doty grows younger every day in her capacity as Kindergarten teacher. A group of graceful nymphs dance before me on a green, and their in- structor is Helen Latter, an expert in interpretive dancing and other kinds. Her pupils have long since backed the Vernon Castles off the board, for Helen has thought up stunts which no one else could have manufactured. My eyes endeavor to pierce the darkness which surrounds me but my “fairy of revelations” has flitted away, and I realize that 1 have viewed all of my classmates. Truly may it be said that the lustre of our class, which had already outshown all others in the year of 1917 has ever grown more brilliant.