Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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Prophecy of the Christmas Class RAVELING through the Santa Clara valley, | was tempted to visit the world-famous Lick Observatory, on Mount Hamilton, where is stationed a telescope of great powers. J On reaching the observatory, | was much elated to find that I could look through the wonderful glass. The first thing I saw, was what I supposed to be a planet, which seemed to be made up of high hills and deep valleys. As I looked more closely, I saw a little speck, which seemed to be moving. It finally proved to be a little. old, wrinkled man, about two feet high, with long, grey whiskers extending almost to his knees. When he saw that I was watching him, he turned and asked me what I would like to see. I was very much taken back at being addressed from such a distance, but on recovering my equilibrium, decided that the fate of my classmates would afford me the most enjoyment. In an instant there was a great crash, and everything looked blurred. | iad almost decided the little man had deserted me, when I heard a little, squeaky voice calling to me from out of the mist, “Took! Look!” I did, and yefore me lay the Latin quarter of Paris. I did not think that any of my friends could be here, and was just turning away, when a familiar figure caught my eye. On looking more closely, I knew it to be no other than Chester Gore, sketching the Katzenjammer Kids, and the famous Captain, or a large and appreciative portion of the smart set of Paris. Glancing down on one of the principal streets of Paris, whom should [ see but Eloise Yarnell, coming from one of the most popular theaters, sur rounded by a multitude of ardent admirers. It was easily seen that she was one of the most sought after of Parisian stage beauties. A moment later I was looking down on the beautiful city of Vienna. On a huge poster, what should I see but the following: “Melle Annie Matthews, in the Screaming Comedy, ‘Who Stole Annie’s Hat.” A few doors farther on I saw a crowd of people, all seeming to be going into the same place. Naturally curious, | wateched them, and saw that their destination was the hair dressing parlors of Blanche Bonnard, who had be- come famous for her wonderful hair dressing, which was appreciated by the dusky inhabitants of Africa. Next I saw coming from a humble church in the far-away city of Cairo, Arthur England, leading away his fifth bride, the stately Amelia Thole. While sightseeing in Egypt, I decided to see the Sphinx and the Pyra- mids. As I gazed on these noble monuments, I saw someone in a long, white robe, explaining with an elaborate speech, and in an oratorical manner, the supposed origin of these great masterpieces. It was no other than George Meagher, our famous history shark. Again the focus shifted and I was looking down on the scene of a ter- tible war. In the hospital quarters, whom should I see but my old class- mate, Myrtle Peterson, ministering with great ability, to the sick and [Page nine]

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THE ECHO wounded. The streets of London looked very dim to me through the telescope, but still bright enough for me to see the fair Eliza Andrews, a militant suffrag- ette, standing upon a London mail-box, urging her ardent followers to fight for woman’s rights. In a small town in fartherest Africa, I saw the shining countenance of ‘red Pederson. He was conducting a most successful revival meeting for New Thought, among the natives, who seemed to think he, with his fair hair and blue eyes, was nothing short of a god, consequently, flocking to hear him, by the thousands. In an instant I was looking down on our own country, and the prosper- ous city of Windsor. There, in a general merchandise store, was Gladys Berry, flirting with the townspeople, and receiving from them her amount of “tips.” Next, I was looking at Sebastopol, and was not at all surprised to see that a most fashionable dancing school was conducted by Miss Esther Gilkey | was again looking at the planet. The hills and valleys were there, but the little man was gone. Turning from the telescope I thanked the keeper, and went my way down the mountain, hardly knowing whether or not to believe my own eyes. | Page ten]