Rush Springs High School - Redskin Yearbook (Rush Springs, OK)

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THE RUSH SPRINGS SENIOR PHOPHECY Since everyone in striving: for the goal must tart out in life in a different ship, and no two set sail from the same port, a great longing is realized in later years to meet dear faces along the harbors. Will you go with me into my world of wonder, and let me tell of some of my personal experiences while on a tour meeting my dear school mates of twenty years ago? In thinking back to the year 1920, can any one here imagine a girl who at that time weighed two hundred and thirty pounds being now head instructor of art in Chicago University? I learned in the reception room of this great Institution that she was still Naomi Harris, and after a few minutes conversation I following the crowd passed on. The unexpected comes, or seems to come at a time when least expected. As I was strolling down Broadway New York reading the signs, the natural thing for every Rush Springs lassie to do, I came to the leading store on this particular «treet, and was attracted by a touch on the shoulder, and, I beg your pardon, lady. “Will you please walk in?” spoke a courteous young Jew, and as I did so whose face should I look into but Elizabeth Crcwnover’s. the blue eyed, rosk cheeked girl, whom I had not seen since the closing of our Senior year in High School. To be truth- ful, she looks five years younger than in former year«, and upon her left finger shines a large solitaire diamond. One need not ask any questions, just watch the glances of the black eyed male character who greets the people into this stcre. Yet on I pass. With every wind comes a new life, a new thought, a new hope. What would she do? Everything in life worth while seemed here, yet, the human mind is not content. Some suggested the school room, others the matroness at a summer hotel resort, but Opal Wallace considered not these things as affording life's greatest pleasure, so unto herself she took a husband, being one of the first of our class to marry. This was made known to all members in the year 1921. Mr. and Mrs. Forbes now live at 212, 48th St., New York, and their home is called the Forbes mansion which I visited the same afternoon, after meeting Naomi Harris The deer in the forest knows not why it roams, neither does the bee which gathers it predestinated wealth. So it was with an ambitious J oung man from the Sooner State. It was necessary for me to obtain a foreign cheque in order to make living comfortable in an unknown country. Going into a Federal Reserve Bank before leaving New York. I was re- cognized by the president of the bank who was leaving the door for his car, in which was waiting his driver and his youthful companion. “Why is it possible to meet one of my cla s mates,” he asked. On coming up and taking me by the hand, do come with me there is someone out side who will be as much surprised as I to see you. We walked to the car. “Lucille,” said the now familiar voice of Lucius Long, “Do you knew who this is?” After a moment of thought a little scream she pulled me into the car. In their home I stayed for two days before leaving for Brest, France. 1920

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THE RUSH SPRINGS SENIOR HISTORY In the fall of 1916, the largest class in the history of R. H. S. entered as Freshmen. After four years of diligent work as grade pupils we entered R. H. S. with a flurish and flying of colors. During our Freshmen year we were only able to withstand the Sophomors by the aid of Prof. Collard. As Sophomors we spent many hours of delightful study and were filled with higher ideals and ambitions through the influence of Miss Arnold. We ever sought revenge on the Freshies. Our Junior year was one of work and pleasure, with Supt. Allen as advisor, who proved to us that we could have found none who would have been a better friend and teacher. Our Senior year has been one of work but arranged and supervised by Supt. Allen. It has been one of our greatest pleasures as well. With an enrollment of the largest class that has ever graduated from R. H. S. We have our work here finished with our banners still flying. Although we have stumbled and fell we have always risen again and have gone forth with renewed vigor. We hope R. H. S. will continue to grow as it has done the last four years. Thus with memories that will ever remain dear, we leave you.—R. H. S. 1920 22

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There v a feeling: of loneliness that comes to one on entering: a large steamer fo rthe first time but remembering: one of Supt. H. F. Allen’s favorite expressions to the Senior Class was: ‘‘Seem contented though you despise the world.” I seated myself and tried to act according- ly. As I was observing, collecting material fer the United Association of American writers, naturally I wc s interested in all matter pertaining zo the public welfare. On entering,to my left was seated two very distinguished looking young men, talking upon the subject of The Merchants Marine. One, the smaller of the two, I ascertained by listening closely was president of the International Mercantile Marine. An American Company owning and operating several important Trans-Atlantic liners under the Unitel flags. It was thought by this man's untiring efforts that the United Merchant Marine lines were made possible. In order to obtain the inside information upen ther subject, I approached them under the disguise of an Associated Press Reporter but before I could clar my wants. I had found an old class irate. The gentleman of whom I have spoken, explained to me »n a very diplomatic manner that he was Bryan Tidwell, former President of the Senior Class 1920. He could remember all the girls in our class but contended that he was the only boy that ever finished from R. H. S. until after 1920. Bryan told me his home was in Florence, Italy. Of course I couldn’t understand why a red blooded American could leave, ‘‘Clover Land,” or in other words, “God’s Country,” for a foreign one. “Well,’ he said, “my wife, you will rember Georgia Randolph—Mileur. Her first husband was Alfred Mileur. Georgia came to Italy to study voice as Alfred left her with a large estate. Four years later we were manned anti she believes that life away from the Nightingale is flung to the winds.” Ten days upon the unknown waters brought the large steam Monster into the harbor cf Brest. I was very weary and wanted rest, that comes Upm real homelike comforts. After discussing with the proprietor cf vhe leading caberet I learned that for the person of the common place, .here was a much haunted room on the leading avenue of this great sea pert. At last I located the place, a young lady with the pleasing appearance .net me and said, “Arn’t you an American girl?” “Yes,” I answered. “When did you arrive?” “Just a few hours ago.” “Pm from the State of Oklahoma, the leading oil State in the world,” I replied. “Oh, you are?” she asked, “I am from Oklahoma too,” and then and until then only, did I recognize the blond girl of my Senior class, Earnie Baker, doing just the kind of work one would expect a missionary to do who was sent by the citizens of Rush Springs to this place. Well, since time im.morial there have been many things unknown, many profits have appeared, but with the beginning of written history the teacher has been the Servant of man. He or she has pulled the ox from the ditch and transformed it into a domesticated animal. Yet, without lifting the betrodden soul of the doen only in the human heart. “Why did you choose this profession?” I asked a young lady, after my arrival in America while going to my home town on the Rock Island from Chickasha. “Oh, my mother' people were all teachers and it just