Southeastern Oklahoma State University - Savage Yearbook (Durant, OK)

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who shows marks of the pain he suffered to rid the world of the King of Pots- dam. Do you recognize the man, Madamoiselle? she asked. “Yes, Thank you, I replied, I believe I do. Now tell me about Sallie Leo- nard. “Wait just a minute, She said, “These people are so far apart that I must have time to make the transit. Now, I have it. I see this young lady in a western state which I believe is California. She is connected with the work that she has always loved. Her position is that of Head of the Department of English in the State University. “Oh, good, I replied, “Now tell me about Alice Apple. “She is a dark eyed girl. She is now happily married, and has her summer home in the Rocky Mountains. At present I see her in an artist’s apron with her easel painting a landscape of the neighboring mountains. She has become world famous for her mountain landscapes. Thinking of Alice caused me to think of her friend who I named next. “Ettie Gibson, now if you please.” “This woman is doing a work for which there has long been a great demand. I see her ministering to the need3 of the suffering natives of India; but her prin- cipal work is teaching in the Methodist school located at Calcutta. She will re- turn to the States within two year’s time after celebrating her marriage abroad. Her husband to be is a native of North America, and is engaged in the Chewing Gum business in India. After a visit in America they will return to India to make their future home. “How interesting! Clyde Clack is next in line. “Clyde Clack (with a smile). Down a long dusty road comes a tall man, un- der his arm I see a number of books and in his hand is a lunch basket. As he comes nearer I see he is wearing spectacles, he is slightly gray over the temples, and has a tired look on his face. With him are a number of dirty faced urchins. With a moan I said, “Poor Clyde is still teaching school. “Is he the last one? “No, no , I answered. The name of James comes to my mind and I say “I want to know about Gail James. ‘T notice a column of a leading New York society paper. Mrs. J. V. Kane, nee Miss Gail James, one of the latest brides of the season and one who promises to be a society leader of New York was the honoree of a reception yesterday at the beautiful country home of Mrs. Van Buren.’ Oh, I am about to forget Irene Harris! “This takes you back to your old home town, Durant, Oklahoma. It has greatly improved during your absence. The town now has several sky scrapers, the largest of which is twenty stories high, known as the Ritchey Building. I see a three hundred pound man being ushered into an office on the last floor. On the door I see a sign painted: IRENE HARRIS REAL ESTATE DEALER. The big old man wants to trade some land to her for a house and lot in Durant, She does not think it a good trade. Tells him so, and refuses. He argues and insists. She comes down with her fist on the desk, with an “I have told you once. Sir”. He persists and the little lady ushers him to the door.

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CLA PROPHECY In the Fall of nineteen hundred and thirty, I had returned from an extended business trip which had taken me to China, India, Japan, and many other eastern countries. Being back in the good old u. S. recalled many memories of the past and especially of the times spent in Southeastern Oklahoma. One thought leading to another brought vp the school days at S. E. N. and particularly memories of the nineteen-nineteen graduating class. I began to think and wonder where ezch member had wandered and while meditating on this subject, a sign confronted me saying: Thinking this would be a pleasureable past time, I entered. “What is it for you this evening, Mademoielle’? she asked. “I have some friends whom I have not heard from in a long time and I should be glad if you could tell me something of their whereabouts and what they are do- ing at the present time.” I replied. “Gladly”, she answered,” but may I ask you to name them for me so that I may keep each one separately in my mind; Before I begin, please turn this cup of coffee grounds upside down and leave them for a few minutes—now you may remove the cup.” Immediately I began to think of them as we used to sit in the Senior meet- ings. Of course I thought of the Class President first. “You may begin with Cecil Mackin.” After a few minutes of waiting, she replied, “I see a large auditorium which is crowded to overflowing. The occasion is the opening of the Concert season. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is to be the specialty of the evening. The cur- tain rises and the Director appears to make a few introductory remarks. He is a slender man of about thirty years, and has a mass of long, curly red hair. The programme begins with a composition of the Directors, and the audience is held enraptured by the wonderful skill with which the Orchestra performs.” “That is certainly he, because he came from a long line of musical ancestors,” I commented. “Marguerite Jarrell please ma’am.” “In the Sena 3 Room of the United State’s Capitol Building, I see the Presi- dent of the Senate call the assemfilage to order, and the clerk call for new busi- ness. About the middle of the room a d rk haired woman arises and is recognized as Senatress Jarrell of Oklahoma. She desires to be heard upon a Bill introduced by her providing for universal Woman Suffrage as a means to Presidental female candidacy. Her greatest ambition, however, is to further the cause of WOMAN SUFFRAGE.' This last sentence reminded me of Marguerite’s ability to stand up for her rights in school. “Alright the next one is Vallie Fox.” “Ah,” she said. ’T see my own country in this. There is a village which is being rebuilt by the good Americans. The woman who has charge of the work is rather heavy set, an drea headed. She is accompanied by her husband, who came to France in nineteen hundred and eighteen to help free our country, and MADAME de COOHELET SPIRITUALIST READER. READINGS $5.00 EACH.

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 “One little woman makes me think of another. What has become of Winnie Raines?” H “Tis a sunny ville in Southern Italy. A young woman is sitting out among the flowers of her garden enjoying the invigorating air of a beautiful fall evening. She is now the wife of an Italian Count whom she met while he was an ambassador to the United States. “Umn humh, and where is Pearl Shull?” The little woman stirred the coffee grounds and looked closely. Then she said, I “A concert is being given by a great Hawaiian orchestra. The Star Spangled Banner is being played. The pianist is standing while she plays; she must be an American j although she wears the garb of a Hawaiian. Here my memory failed me and I sat studying. “All right are there any more?” she asked. “Really, Madame, “I said, “there are several more but I can not think of but three. There are first, Dollie Ritchey.” “Not far from here there is a charming little beauty parlor. The proprietor is without doubt as lovely as her beauty parlor. She has become rich on account of the popularity and the excellent standards of her parlor. “Second, Robert Sprague.” “This gentleman was elected, during the year 1925 as President of a society known as the S. P. L. W. F. S. T. (Society for the promotion of Little Work for i School Teachers). He has filled his position with much skill.” “Third, Carrie Head.” “During the time so many soldiers were recovering from wounds, a great French scientists invented a compound which eaten during a voyage on the Atlantic Ocean, would increase a person’s original height about one-fourth. Miss Head took the treatment and on the voyage the young lady came near losing her life twice. Once she fell overboard, and the other she had not gotten use:) to the locking of the boat. She gained the desired height, and is now living happily at 9645 Twenty-third street in this city.” “Well, I never heard of such luck. 1 11 go immediately to see her.” Whereon I left , and to my surprise and wonder Carrie was really taller than | I was. After much rejoicing at seeing each other and relating of our experiences, Carrie proposed that we go to the theatre to see Carman played. A new star was to make her debut, but neither of us knew who it was to be. We arrived too late to see first act, but got there in time for the specialty be- tween acts. The one for the night was a most wonderful toe dancer. Directly 1 Carrie exclaimed. “Well, I wish you would take those glasses and Took who that is.” “I almosj; fainted, because—to by utter amazement it was—Carol Townsend. The curtain was raised for the second act, and the scene was between Carman and Don Jose. This time I said: “Carrie, wish you would look who those actors are.” Oh, I can scarcely believe my eyes. If that isn’t Anna Lee Baxter and Clenn Laffoon.” ; We sent in our cards and dined with Miss Baxter and Mr. Laffoon, after- | wards. During the conversation they both admitted that they got their inspira- tionfor singing at a Junior-Senior party given at the heme of Mr. Brooks who was President of the school during their Senior year. T. R. ’19 N. G. ’20