Prophetstown High School - Prophet Yearbook (Prophetstown, IL)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY It was dusk. As I sat in front of the open fireplace the dancing of the flames cast fantastic shadows on the walls. I was alone and lonely. As I sat gazing at this beautiful scene I thought of the by-gone days so full of happiness and activity when the world seemed so bright and the heart Was free. Where were they all now of those good old school days? My that's blew to the little dark bobbed haired girl. What was her name? Marjorie, oh Marjorie Sip-no not Marjorie Sip-Marjorie Hammond. She had taught school for a year but it held not the glamour, excitement and inter- est of an oil station for Marjorie and so she prospered. The twins of the class of'22. They had left Prophetstown soon after graduation and had worked for a while in the Movies when one day as they were rehearsing a cabarette scene a noted director of vaudeville happened in looking for talent to place in his latest production. He had searched far and wide for just such talent and at last here in his home town of New York he found it. After talking to their direc- tor for a while he obtained an interview with them and hired them as leading characters at two hundred dollars a week. They have worked upward until now they are the highest paid actresses in the United States. That is only three of the fourteen who graduated that year so long ago when I was merely a Junior. There was Nathalie Emmons. Every- one thought that Nathalie would certainly chose between one of two things-music or John D! But she chose neither. Of course she was gifted in that line but somehow we were all suprised when she chose public speaking, having had much experience along this line during her days in the Prophetstown High School. From this time on we heard from her at various times until one day the news came over the wire that she was elected U. S. Senator. Just think of a citizen of Prophetstown holding a position of world im- portance, but it proved only too true and Nathalie is now heard of more frequently. It is believed by her closest friends that she may sometime hold a higher office, that of President, perhaps. Oh! How well I remember the time when I, with a party of friends, was touring the mountains. I had wandered away from the campfire to do some exploring. I later found that I was lost, and knowing that my friends were to camp high- er on the mountain that night I started the journey upward I was laboriously struggling in this ascension, when, much to my surprise I heard a voice cry halt. I stopped and look- ed for the speaker. Again that hidden voice Read that sign, sir, and retrace your steps. I read, No man shall cross this line. That didn't apply to me but now I recalled the fact that I was wearing a hiking suit and that my bobbed hair was hidden under my cap. Suddenly the bushes parted and a golden haired lady stepped out. Certainly that face was familiar, yes was it possible, it was Betty our old friend Betty living in this solitude. Upon recognizing me she in-

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CLASS WILL OF 1922 We, the unsurpassed class of 1922, realizing that our last days in dear old P. H. S. are drawing near, and fully aware of the deep sorrow and regret which will be felt by the faculty and entire student body in loosing such a talented and active class, who have brought only glory and honor to P. H. S., being of sound mind and memory, do hereby de- clare this our Last Will and Testament. To the faculty we bequeath the priviledge of finding an- other class as willing as the class of '22, Providing they can To our class advisors, Mr. Bates, Miss Olive Ritzenthaler, Miss De Garis and Mrs. Olmstead we bestow our heartiest thanks for having so safely guided and directed us through the many perils that have come to us during the past year. We bequeath to Miss Erma Ritzenthaler the priviledge of saying you forfeit your right, to the Junior class. We bequeath to Mr. Andrews the priviledge of lengthen- ing his trousers ,whenever he sees fit. Ruby Lawrence bequeaths her extra brain power to Ar- thur Egert. Mildred Gibson bequeaths her sedateness to Evangeline McGrady. ' Roscoe Davies bepueaths his washcloth and soap to Clif- ford McFadden. Marjorie Hammond bequeaths her fast steps to anyone who can follow them. To the Junior Class we bequeath our good looks and brainy beans. Lucile Rink bequeaths her gift of gab to Leona Hud- son. Marie Anderson leaves her extra weight to Lucille Swan- son and Erma Marrill. Mabel Lumbard bequeaths her hair dresser to Ella Riley. Bessie Lancaster bepueaths her power and ability to vamp to Agnes Turner. Nathalie Emmons leaves an order that Dorothy Brown may have sole management of the school. Clare Milligan bequeaths his ambition of becoming a bach- elor to Cecil Olinger. Val Johnson bequeaths his good looks and blushes to his twin brother Luther Carlson. Harry McNamara bequeaths his bottle of brilliantine to Arnold Waite providing he needs some more. Mae Lumbardbequeaths her front tooth to Irene Brooks. Blanche Brown bequeaths her ability to be quiet in the assembly to Genieve Myers. ' Being, as aforesaid, sound of mind, we hereby appoint the Junior Class of P. H. S. our administrator of this, our Last Will and Testament, without bond. Lastly, that all our just debts and funeral expenses be paid by said administrator, said sum to be taken from the fund of knowledge prescribed by the Board of Education of the Prophetstown High School. SENIOR CLASS

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vited me in and during our conversation I learned that she still had her hatred for man so noticable in her school days. But this led me to thinking of Roscoe, Roscoe always was a ladies' man. Where do you suppose I last saw him? It was two days before we started on our tour. I had entered a beauty parlor in Los Angeles. I was in need of a marcell and imagine my surprise upon my being approached by the proprietor who proved to be our old friend Roscoe Davies. As I was leaving the beauty parlor my attention was at- tracted by a gathering of people at the next street corner. My being a stranger in the city of Los Angeles makes it seem rather peculiar that I should be at all interested in such a gathering, but my curiosity was aroused and it was abso- lutely necessary that I obtain further information in some way. I wondered if it could be an accident. If it were per- haps I could be of some service to the injured. Or it might be a display of some novelty which I ought to be acquainted with. After considering the situation a few minutes I de- cided to investigate and upon glancing upward to the top of the highest building in Los Angeles I saw Harry McNamara standing on tip toe gathering cob Webs for Skinners Silk Co. I thought if Harry could possibly grow a few feet taler he would be able to hold a higher position. Upon getting an opportunity to converse with him I inquired how he was get- ting along and after we had talked a while he invited me to luncheon with him at the Rink Chop Suey Parlor. I ac- cepted and you will understand when I say that all the pat- rons were of ample dimensions. Lucille, although owner of the parlor, was also the head cook. Valfred Johnson has returned to Sweeden, the land of the midnight sun, and from all reports is enjoying himself im- mensely. He is sleeping six months out of the year and in ghis way is trying to make the time he lost during his school ays. Ruby Lawrence and Mildred Gibson have purchased a sand hill in New Mexico and are conducting a school for farmerettes. They have more applicants than they are able to accomodate and this only goes to show how very pro- ficient they are in their work: Time certainly changes people not only in looks but also in their habits. How well I remember Blanche, she was al- ways so flighty, but now as she passes my home each day on her way to the college where she teaches, you would never recognize her. With her hair tightly drawn in a knot on the top of her head, her large horn rimmed glasses and her prim style of dress. Yes Blanche has changed some of her habits too. She is always studying and has a pad on her desk in which to take notes. She keeps a large supply of pencils as she believes it a waste of time to stop to sharpen or find pencils when she has so much work to do. Her clas- ses are well trained and each morning she greets her stud- ents with a cheery, Everyone get down to work immediate- ly.v Marie Anderson has also made her mark in the world. Al-