Rising Sun High School - Sol Orien Yearbook (Rising Sun, IN)

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. K I ' . N S ,I I e wigs. .fgfa g I An.-34517524 vp I .xy PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF '25-Continued Again two handkerchiefs cling together. They are plain white, carefully laundered. l see two ladies talking in the market place, They are the wives of prosperous farmers. They were in school days, Dorothy l-ligbee and Mabel Obertatef' The prophetess now picked up a large blue-bordered handkerchief. Hear the newsboy running down the streetl What does he say? Listen, l catch it now-Extra! Extra! All about the big battle! American forces led to victory by gallant soldier,-hero of the hour,-General William Burns! Next came a large silk handkerchief. l see a studio, elaborately deco- rated but dimly lighted. ln the center l see the artist, hair combed smooth and nails highly polished. He is surrounded by a great number of young ladies each anxious for a word with the talented young artist. The name l can't recall-yes, Clyde Birdzellu Poofl This handkerchief smells of that horrid French perfume. l'll leave it until last. Next came a small initialed handkerchief. Again l hear music. The beautiful strains of classical music swell forth from an opera house, but clear above all, rings the sweet alto voice of Elberta Cochran. ' The prophetess now grasped a large linen hemstitched handkerchief. At lastl A poet of great fame. l-le is most popular for his expressive love sonnets. Who? Robert I-ligbee, of course. Now a large, navy blue silk. A speed king! He has gainqd fame both on the continent and abroad. Who? Ralph De Palma? No. Barney Old- field? No. No. Wade Loring. The gypsy girl, with a sigh, picked up the thirteenth handkerchief, a small black-bordered one. Ohl l feel like crying: l must cry-l must-this woman's grief overwhelms me. Surely, it is some lonely widow, mourning for her husband. No, not so, l see nothing like that. 'Tis only a fair bride 'weeping over the loss of her pet poodle. Who? Her name was Frances avy. Only two handkerchiefs remain. This horrid smelling handkerchief has scented the other or else they were both doped. Picks up the two to- gether, l see a small shop. The sign, 'Look Young, W and W Beauty Par- lor,' on the front. Two girls are unlocking the door. Now they busy them- selves on the inside. They are Gussie Wilson and Frances White, the owners. Now my duty is at an end and the future is hereafter to thee and thy classmates an open book. May each of you follow faithfully the paths l have marked out for your footsteps, and so make your lives the glorious success the fates have decreed that they are to be. This. friends. the prophecy of the Class of l925, we place before you. R. S.IlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllIlllllI,1 lllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll llllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllH. S.

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xi lug- .. N: Q GNL-M --ENE N V .C-K... esaygm 'fair'-5.41 . ,?f,,...gM an-,N ,,...-,-,,,,, Prophecy of the Class of '25 On being asked to write a prophecy of our most worthy class of !925, our mind became a whirl. Of course we must attempt, and our prophecy must be a good one. How should it be done? l have it, cried a thoughtful com- mitteeman. There is a band of gypsies camping near, and l am sure they will help. At this suggestion the committee proceeded to visit the gypsies. We approached the gypsy girl in the bright red dress, spangled with tin- sel, and black bodice laced at waist. Her hair was flowing and a red silk kerchief was knotted around her head. From appearance this was the person whom we sought, so our chairman spoke, Fair and wise prophetess, guardian of unseen things to be, the class of !925 of Rising Sun High School is about to pass forever out of school life into life's school. l beseech you, roll back the curtains of the future and prophesy unto us what the future of each of the fair young women and each brave young man is to be. They tell us that by mere contact with personal belongings of individuals, you are able to accur- ately foretell coming events. With this in mind we have brought you these fifteen handkerchiefs, fragrant with the personalities of the fifteen graduates of whom I speak, Please, then look into the years to come and relieve our anxious hearts. The prophetess spoke in a low, decided, but musical voice. Thou art indeed brave to dare look down the vista of things to be- Knowest thou not, that a glance into the future is never a pleasure unmixed with pain? Knowest thou that to know what the future hol'ds may be to thee a never-ending curse, shutting thyself out from the joys of the present in con- templation of things that are to come? But as thou hast dared to tempt the gods by thus challenging their revelations of thyself and thy classmates by these tokens, I will discover unto thee the future of those from whom they have come. The prophetess took the first handkerchief, a large white linen, and held it to her forehead for a second. Oh! ! see a crowded auditorium, an address is being delivered. The speaker, a tall man of extremely pleasant appearance, and about thirty-five years of age, is speaking on an important topic of the day, The audience is spellbound. He is a master statesman. The name? Now, ! have it, Floyd Truitt. Taking the second, a dainty small handmade handkerchief, the gypsy exclaimed, Amazing! l see a magnificent home richly furnished and in every detail proving wealth. The husband is a foreign looking man, noticeable for his black mustache and one eye-glass. The wife is much the same as in her school life. lt is Alta Campbell. The girl reached for another handkerchief, two fashionably colored clung together. Listen, ! hear music! an opera house! two young ladies are play- ing a clarinet duet, Edith Danbury and Gertrude North. Next came a large fine linen. A school of learning and a noble pro- fessor before his class. They look at him in reverence of the vast learning he acquired at Rising Sun High School. Why, what is that they ca!! him as they bow in homage before him? Professor Claude Morehead! R' S.HIIIIIIII'lIll!IllIl!Ill!!Ill!IIII!IIIIIllllllIll!IIIIIIIIIllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII1925I!IIII!llIIIIIII!!III!IIIIIIII!I!!!IIIIIIlllIllIIIHII!IIIIII!!!II!!lII!II!lIIl!H. S.

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. S.IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIHI 19 nfu1umumunnmnmnuInmulmmululmnumnmmnnmH . S-XQAIIQ' E 'li ls- - V is 5 - ,B ri' ' ' -- X in-T in ,..- .cf ,T ' --f - - f A 'f--- , SENIOR CLASS PLAY flxfs Friday, May I, 8:00 p. m. CLARENCE A Comedy in Four Acts CAST Mrs. Martyn, Mr, Wheeler's confidential secretary ........ Frances White Mr. Wheeler, man of large business affairs ................,A...... William Burns Mrs. Wheeler, at a disadvantage, being a stepmother ...... Elberta Cochran Bobby Wheeler, who wants Clarence's advice ............,,.,..,... Wade Loring Cora Wheeler, in trouble over the ole grass widower .... ...Gertrude North Violet Pinney. Cora's watchful governess ............. ...... G ussie Wilson Clarence, the poor sojer boy ............. ......... F loyd Truitt Della, the Irish housemaid ........,.. ........ E dith Danbury Dinwiddie, an obliging neighbor ........ ....... R obert Higbee Hubert Stem, the ole grass widower .... ......... Clyde Birdzell SYNOPSIS Act I The anteroom to Mr. Wheeler's private office, New York Act ll Living room of Mr. Wheeler's home, Englewood, N, Act III The same. That evening. Act IV The same. Next morning. TllV1l:Q The Present S