Prophetstown High School - Prophet Yearbook (Prophetstown, IL)

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Sixtffn THE PROPHET CLASS WILL OF 1923 We, the Senior Class of 1923, realizing that our future days in dear old Prophets- town High School are numbered, after much consideration and sincere thought for the future, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make this our Last Will and Testament. To the persons herein mentioned, we bequeath our most notable characteristics and etiquette. To our fellow members in the lower classes whom We have not mentioned, do not feel slighted, for we have not forgotten you, but are wishing you the power to be as inspiring and capable of learning as we have been. To the faculty we bestow our sincerest thanks for having so safely guided us through the many trying perils and circumstances that have come to us during the last four years. To our Class advisor, Miss Louise DeGaris, we bequeath the privilege of watch- ing as carefully over her future assemblies as she has over ours. To Mr. Bates we wish the very best of success in his future educational achieve- ments. To Mr. Winn, our esteemed Physics teacher, we bequeath the austere right to judge the chair loving Freshmen of his Assemblies. To Miss Fair and Miss Scott we wish the best of success in any future under- taking. To Mrs. Fenn, our willing music teacher, we wish to give our sincere thanks for the great help she has given us. To our faithful janitor, Jerry, we bequeath the privilege of disturbing classes to read thermometers at any time in the future he does so desire. I, Darlene Johnson, bequeath my strict attitude in keeping the Assembly to Genevieve Meyers, providing she ever has occasion to need it. I, Leona Hudson, bequeath my vocal talent to Irene Brooks and Florence Wirth. ' I, Cora Glass, bequeath my much coveted back seat in the assembly to Arthur Egert, if he be allowed it by next yearls faculty. I, Lavera Waite, bequeath my permanent marcel to Agnes Hanson. I, Dorothy Brown, bequeath my sweet disposition to Margaret Lundell. I, Budd LaDine, bequeath my affectionate side curls to Oscar Lewis. I, Warren Curry, bequeath my bachelor ideas to Morris Mabel. I, Leila Bell, bequeath my friendly smile and sweetness to Mildred Crosell. I, Verne Weekley, bequeath my business management to Conrad Johnson. I, Evangeline McGrady, bequeath my habit of chewing gum to Barbara Mathis. I, Cecil Olinger, bequeath my excellent football tactics to Howard Burdsall. I, Elnora Zschiesche, bequeath my rouge and powder to Marjorie Lindburg. 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. Y THE SENIORS. 1 9 2 3

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-A THE PROPHET SENIOR CLASS HISTORY llow much like a dream it seems, the four years that have elapsed since we entered the Prophetstown High School. The past four years have been spent in so much study and class work, that it is hard to realize that we are nearing the time to continue our education in a more advanced way or to earn a livelihood. We entered the Prophetstown High School in the fall of nineteen hundred and nineteen, green like all other I reshmen are. Nevertheless we were ready for business. The class was organized and we began our career as Freshmen. The main event of that year was the reception for the Sophomore class. A1 the beginning of our second year we considered ourselves what might be called full-fledged students of the High School and took up the work in a more studious way. The main event of that year was the initiating of the Freshman Class. The third year brought more work, but we mastered it in the best known way. The fifth of May an event took place, The junior Prom , something that l think we shall all remember, especially some of the many opinions that were passed by the Class being entertained, but we were of the strong sort and could bear it all. The Senior year brought many things to us that we were expected to do. The Annual, a subject that faced us squarely until we had finished the work to be done. The Senior Class Play, something that we must all take part in and do our best, is something we all look forward to as a success. We are and always will be greatly indebted to Professor Bates. who has been with us our past four years, devoting a great deal of time and energy in broadening our views on life and what real work means to a person. Good-bye, Old P. H. S. we leave you with much regret. SENIOR TICAM Douornv BROWN Com Gmss DAu1.1Nr: ,lonNsoN l'l1.NoRA Zscmicscnu TIEGNA llt'nsoN, CAPTAIN l'ivANor:1.1Nr: IXICGRAIJX' 1 9 2 3 fllififftull

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THE PROPHET SENIOR PROPHECY I stood on a high mountain overlooking the city. 'As I gazed down on the roofs of the homes below me, I was startled to hear voices by my side. I turned in surprise to see two beautiful women clothed in flowing white gowns. I instantly recognized the Goddess Minerva as she said to the figure by her side, Yes, but it would not be wise. . No, was the reply of the Goddess Clotho, but it is desire, and desire is stronger than wisdom. Minerva silently faded away. What is it? I asked of the goddess who still remained by my side. Only this, that I came here to grant your request, and Minerva tried to persuade me that it was not wise and asked me to give it up. The goddess slowly answered, Mortal, you are to be allowed to gaze into my magic mirror until you have seen the future of the class of 1923. It is in answer to your prayer, and if it proves unwise, as Minerva has said it will, then you may forever curse your desire. But woe unto you if in so doing, you mention my name, for I am but the instrument of Fate. At first all was blank. Then I saw the green Dakota prairies and a little bunga- low in the midst of this rolling land. Evangeline McGrady lay in a hammock, idly turning the pages of the Good Housekeeping magazine, while a husky farmer sat on the steps below her. just at that moment their eldest daughter appeared, and Evangeline said in a very scolding tone, Boundaline, bring your supper out here, my husband and I are too tired to move. The scene faded away. ,I sawa man standing on the bank of the Rock River steadily cranking a moving picture machine, while the director was doing acrobatic stunts intended to induce the heroine to overturn her canoe. This she performed in an amazingly picturesque way, throwing up a great spray all around. A little more action there, Cora, remember this is supposed to be exciting. Now, Vernon, jump in and save Miss Glass! The hero, a dark, handsome fellow, jumped in and carried her to shore. This scene also vanished. Suddenly there was a great glare of light and the table of a cabaret appeared in the circle of the mirror. The lights were lowered. A slim figure, dressed like a fluffy powder puff, floated out in the spotlight into the center of the dancing floor. Her hair fioated behind her like a cloud, and as she whirled and dipped in the colored light, she made the most beautiful picture I have ever seen. Perfectly poised, light as a feather, she glided around the stage, suddenly vanishing as a storm of applause burst out. I overheard a woman say, Isn't she dear? They say her real name is Dorothy Brown. The cabaret passed from sight and the Bohemian section of Chicago took its place. Pale poets, nervous musicians and artists with brush in hand, were every- 1923 . Sewntnn