Skykomish High School - Herald of the Hills Yearbook (Skykomish, WA)

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Class Prophecy ' The zero hour has comeg with muffled boom the grandfather's clock resting above the fireplace proclaimed the midnight hour. Father Time had claimed another day. In a large room, perfectly appointed, lighted only by the flickering light of the dying embers in the hearth, which flickered about the room bringing out the beautiful tones of the soft velvet curtains hung over the great French windows, the deep Persian rugs, and the ornaments hung about the walls. Six people are seated on a large divan, all appear- ing under the strain of some great emotion, Suddenly ab ell is sounded in a far wing of the house. Sibilant footsteps approach the arched door- way on the right. Iuickly the heavy portieres are drawn aside, a white hand beckons the group to follow. Fearfully the six arise and, led by the two masculine members of the group, walked in the direction in which the hand had beckoned. As they crossed the threshold a gasp came from the group, for sitting at a large ivory topped table, bril- liantly lighted by a single incandescent bulb overhead, is a large Hindoo, completetly enveloped in a long fiowing white robe, except for his dark black eyes which gleamed mysteriously in the refracted light. With a commanding gesture the Indian bade his guests be seated in the six chairs arranged about the table. Then reaching over to a large ebony stand near by he lighted an incense burner. Clapping his hands together sharply he watched the expectant group with speculative eyes. Presently a servant entered the room carrying in his arms a large cylindrical object wrapped in a cloth of silvery sheen. Laying the object upon the table, he withdrew. The Indian, muttering a few gutteral words in a strange jargon, removed the covering. Gasps of surprise came from the group, at the very beauty of the crystal which cast its opalescent rays about the room. gleaming mystically in the brilliant light. With a gesture the Hindu commanded the group to draw closer. Suddenly to the startled vision of the group, who were now completely under the influence of the strange, sweet odor of the incense, a figure appeared upon the scene, a figure seated at a desk in a great white walled room. One sees from the charts and diagrams hanging on the walls that this room is in a hospital. A metal plate on the front of the desk, proclaims in bold type Velma Austin, nurse in charge, City Hospital. How happy the group become, all glad that one member of that old class of '22 would ever reach such eminence. Quickly the scene changes. The editorial room of a large metropolitan newspaper comes into view. Seated at the desk in the center of the room is a woman, gazing out of the open windows at the hurrying throngs below. A plate on her desks, stating briefiy, Editor. The figure in the chair is Alice Halverson, aged some- what, yet still vigorous, now a valued leader in the great newspaper world. Suddenly another ofiice comes into view, one whose furnishings and tintings are superb, every inch displaying an artist's touch. A name suddenly appears on the door leading into the room stating that this was the ofiice of Rose Manning, Interior Decorator, one whose name was known throughout the land. Presently a fourth otiice comes into view. Likewise a woman is seated at the desk, while simple lettering on the door announces Miss Eleanor McCrossen, President, First National Bank. There appears upon the globe another view, one greatly in contrast with the pleasant surroundings of the other four. The room is large, Twelve

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school. We realized then that we had returned to be shining examples to the undergraduate classes. Velma Austin, of Ballard High School, Seattle, joined our class in our Senior year. Raleigh Maloney left to enter the Mabton High School. Our Senior year has proved a very successful one and a happy one to every member of the class. We have had many activities in our last year. The ofhcers of the class are: President, Edward Maloney, Vice-President, Gerald Smith, Secretary-Treasurer, Velma Austin, Class Adviser, Miss Armstrong. We received our pins in November, and felt very dignified in dis- playing them to our lower classmen. The class is divided into two parts, with one member of the class at Tye, Eleanore McCrossen. Dorothy Green and Dale Howell were the members of the Freshman class at Tye. Since then Eleanore has been the only member in the class. On April 21 the Seniors gave a dinner and invited Eleanore down, so as to become acquainted with her and to make plans for Commence- ment. We all agree that our Senior year has been a success and the hap- piest year we have spent in high. We have had many worries and troubles to combat with, but, we have worked hard and have overcome all of our troubles. We feel that our four years in high school have been a success. We are greatly indebted to Miss Armstrong, our adviser, Miss Merwin, Mr. Timpe and Mr. Budde for the worry we have caused them, and the trouble they have taken in helping us through our difficulties, which we have encountered in our high school career. Commencement will soon be here, and all we lordly Seniors will see our last day as students of the dear old Skykomish Hi. From then on, we will each go his separate way we hope, to make a success of life, meeting, perhaps, many times in the future and always treasuring with us thoughts of the days we spent, in Skykomish High School. VELMA AUSTIN '22. Las! Will and Testament ofthe Class of 1922 We give and bequeath to the Class of 1923 our ambition for literary brilliancy, somewhat battered and worn by the constant erasures and scratches of our English teacher. In the realms of light for which we are bound, let us hope that our new desires will meet with tenderer treatment. Edward Maloney leaves his well-worn dictionary to Florence Man- ning. He also leaves a large stock of alibis, most of them in good condition, to be divided equally among the Class of 1923. Gerald Smith leaves his proficiency at chewing gum to Alice McEvoy. He leaves his many unfinished poems to Marie Langland, who may have time to read them all, if she lives long enough. Velma Austin wills her capacity for hard work to Mary Mossop. To Marie Langland is left Alice Halverson's collection of bleeding hearts. Eleanor McCrossen leaves her varied collection of ink bottles to Juanita Peterson, who will probably throw them at the eighth graders. She also leaves to Juanita the numerous empty desks which she uses. Rose Manning leaves some much used books to those who don't arrive in time to get better ones. ELEANOR MCCROSSEN '22, Eleven

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dark, and unattractive, the only furniture being a long row of benches filled with people and a long table resting before a large desk. Sud- denly a policeman enters the room followed by two men, both hand- cuffed, followed by another olhcer. Quickly arranging the prisoners the court proceeds. From one end of the table arises a young man, holding in his hands a sheaf of papers. The young man speaks for some time, and then seats himself. The man is Gerald Smith, District Attorney, a man of tremendous influence, one whose power and very aggressive- ness has made him feared by all criminals, one whose chosen work was to protect society from all criminals. This scene becomes indistinct, and another appears upon the globe, a large luxurious office, containing a large desk. Seated at the desk is a young man gazing reflectively at the ceiling, his mind going back nfteen years to his graduation from high school. A name upon the door appears, Edward Maloney, Corporation Counsel. Suddenly this scene disappears and the group lean back, gazing happily at each other, each confident that in years to come each would assume the position foretold them by the old crystal gazer. EDWARD MALONEY '22. The Path of Lyfe To every person comes a day, To great, to small, to one and all To choose the up or downward way. To upward rise or downward fall. One way is least resistance, It may look free from care, But it is not, for at its end Is the den of dark despair. The other way leads upward Though it may look rough and long, This upward path grows smoother The further you go along Success is the destination If you follow the upward trail, While if you follow the downward path You are almost sure to fail. So if you're on the downward trail 'Kurn back your wayward gait And start upon the upward path Before it is too late. Willard Whitney '24 Thirteen