Sheffield High School - Wolverine Yearbook (Sheffield, PA)

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Qislwnl W, , ' , i :F 'f1 5-ifmi i :ei 1:1'-- lv'f::iiJ1Qe ? 0, .- I Z i Class Prophecy AST night, as I sat fretting and thinking of the few weeks until the High School life would be a minus quantity to the class of '24 I heard a light tapping, followed by a fluttering of airy veils. The Queen of the good fairies had come to visit me. Before she left she asked me, if I had my choice of the thing I most desired, what it would be? The kindly smile on her beautiful countenance assured me that she was sincere and would give me what ever I asked for. I knew what I Wanted the most but-lwould the good fairy think me selfish and vanish like they so often do in story books? VVhat I want money can't buy and no-one but you can give me. Oh! if I could only see My class mates as they will be fifteen years from the day they graduate. The little fairy squinted her keen eyes in thought, then said. I will grant your wish, but you must prepare yourself for a trip around the world, your class mates are ambitious and will travel far. Tishl Then she had vanished as quickly as she had come. The next moment I was stepping from a train in Dublin City, I asked my Cabby if such a throng of people was a common sight, and learned from him that it was reception day for the Queen. On hearing this I inquired from my cabby, Are the hotels full? Axen 'yer love, sor, he replied, ye'd better save yer time and throw a few stones at a windy. Ye'd get locked up thin, and that's the aisyest way to find a room this night. Only too late I found out that my adviser had been my old friend Pete Slater who was now becoming prosperous as a cabby. I stood Waiting the queen's coming when I heard, Kape back there, O'Leary, her majesty won't buy any oranges: she hates thine, and there was Bernice O'Leary busily engaged selling oranges, when old friend, Tom Malone, now a cop in the city, came up to her and said: God bless yer sowl, sure its only the color of them she hates, yer ought ter have some green ones. VVhile going through Ayr, Scotland, I decided to drive out two miles and see the low-roofed cottage, so famous as the birthplace of Robert Burns. When I arrived there I was overjoyed to find that Bertha Benson and Helen Lindberg had taken over the management of the home of their favorite poet. They showed me the room where he was born, then we went for a stroll along the banks of his Bonnie 26

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The Seniors are the liveliest of all classes. The Roughnecks are known by everyone and are envied by some. We are entertained very often and we are always sure of a good time. Clarence Slater is our able president. Miss Coleman, our faculty advisor, helps us in all diffi- culties and leads us along diligently. The Class of 1924 is such a bright and studious class that we are sure that whenever the History of S. H. S. is mentioned we shall always be accorded the highest place. -Bernice O'Leary. CLASS POEM chool days are the best days, ome disagree, just for fun, chool days are the best days, cholars say, when all is done. fliciency is our aim, ach knows when he succeeds, fficiency is our aim, very day, doing some good deed. ew things to accomplish, otwithstanding prevention, ew things to accomplish, oble are our intentions. ndependent we might be, ncreasing our wisdom each day, ndependent we might be, lluminating others' way. mitting a duty, no, not ever, ffering each one our best: mitting a duty, no, not ever, ur diligence, you can test. egular duties, regularly done, ejoicing in doing all we can, egular duties, regularly done, ecall the deeds, all over the land. eniors meet all these requirements, hirking their duty not once, eniors meet all these requirements, uccess now awaits, the whole bunch. Beryl Whitton. 25

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Doon. I. learned from them that Tork Potter was one of the leading Scotch pipers in the country, and he really looked quite stunning in his kilts. During my stay in England, I made up my mind that I would go through the Oxford college library, I hadn't been there long when whom should I see but Elizabeth Trenouth! She told me that since the time that Miss Snyder told us the fascinating stories of the college, it had been her one desire to become a student there. I had planned on leaving London for Sweden when I read from the London Tribune that George Edward Garin, ambassador of foreign affairs from the United States, would make his speech before the Houses of Parlimentu the next day, anxious to see someone from the states I stayed over for a day. After arriving in Stockholm, I was hungry, and seeing a sign that read Dam Friseur which looked like fried something I entered. And to my amazement I found Eleanor Lindholrn and Linnea Dahl running, not a restaurant as I first thought, but a coiffeu's establishment. At last I was conducted to a place where I could eat. But the bill of fare read Buljong, I was used to mah-jong but never this. I sat thinking what to do when some one hit me on the back. Lo and behold, it was old friend Goofy Gustafson, now the proprietor of the shop. He helped me in my ignorance and explained that buljong meant bouillon. Dazzled by the life in Paris I went to the Cafe Chantant, Champ- Elysies. Before entering I read upon the bill-board, Mlle. Evelyn Norlin, famous American Singer, would give a concert, and immediately following, Mlles. Dorris Stevenson, Gladys Steele, Dorothy Atkinson and Eleanor McMackin would give there latest dance The Vamp. In reading the Lisbon paper I found that Cornnie Scofield and Johnny Mead, hoping that someday they might take the place of Rudy Valentino in the movies, had come to Lisbon to take up bull fighting. I had been watching the manufacture of Macaroni in the Streets of Naples and being almost ill at the sight, I made up my mind that See Naples and die was true. When to my surprise I saw my old friend Lois Davison and Dorothy Johnston conducting a portable kitchen and luncheon counter in the Neapolitian Streets. At one corner of the street was a public letter writer. VVhen coming closer I found it was Lucille Baynes doing the wonderful work among the lower class of people. I could not resist stopping off in Venice, for I heard that Betty Renninger had married a wealthy merchant here. Betty is happy and spends most of her time in her Venetian Gondola. Bobby Epstein, with her spirit of leadership is now a nurse in 27