Prophetstown High School - Prophet Yearbook (Prophetstown, IL)

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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

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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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Eight fm THE PROPHET where in evidence. Seated at a rustic piano was Leona, the queen of jazz music. She was performing with such skill that even the poets were doing the Shimmy , The walls of an apartment house shut out this picture. A smart-looking agent walked up to the door, carrying a sample case telling of her calling in life. I knew at once that she was Darlene Johnson. She knocked at the door. It was opened by a man wearing a large apron, carrying a crying baby in his arms, and holding another by the hand. How-do-you-do, Mr. LaDine, I have something here which I know will interest you. It is just the thing to help you darn your wifels stockings. No home is com- plete without it, and I know it will be a great help to you. Yes, it is very fine, very fine, I am sure I would like one. It is so hard for me to do the darning and when it isn't neat, my wife scolds so. But she isn't at home now, and-er, well, she always carries the money and, well, you know, I don't like to buy things without first asking her. I do want it so badly though. You'll call again some other day, won't you?', Clotho carried me to New York. There I saw a large square building upon which were the words, Matrimonial Bureau-Leila Bell and Verne Weekley, Propsf, The inside of the building was beautifully furnished with every known device for aiding beauty. I recognized the owners instantly as they waited on their customers. A beautiful woman entered the shop and fell into Leilais arms. O, my dear, I ate a caramel last night and I have gained another pound. Do something quick. Whatever shall I do? Cecil does so hate dumpy womenf' Before she had finished speaking I had recognized her as LaVera Waite and realized she was speaking of Cecil Olinger for she had little changed in her affections since our happy school days. As this vision faded away, I was astonished to see a motor bus appear and occupying a prominent seat was a young man dressed in oflicial garb. As he ap- proached, I heard him announce, We are now nearing the Woolworth Building. Behold man's mightiest achievement. The voice sounded strangely familiar and as the figure turned slowly, I beheld his features and to my amazement, it was my old friend Warren Curry. The picture changed again. A little red school house glided into view. A slender girl came to the door, vigorously ringing a bell. One poor urchin stopped to speak to the teacher, Miss Zschiesche, may I- . The voice died away as the schoolhouse faded from view. Hearing a sound behind me, I turned but no one was there. Clotho was gone and as I looked for the mirror, it too had disappeared. Well, I remarked to myself, I appreciate Clotho's kindness, tho I have failed to thank her. She surely has a wonderful mirror. 1923