Southwestern High School - Prospector Yearbook (Detroit, MI)

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THE SOU'WES,TER Page Twenly-four Class Prophecy Calcutta, India. April 21, 1938. My dearest Ethel: Well, here I am in India for a long two months and I haven't heard a word from you. You are the same thoughtless girl that you were before your marriage to jimmy. And speaking ofjimmy, how is he, and junior, and the cute little happy home that you have, and that you had planned for when you were a girl? I have had the most thrilling adventure that I ever had in all my born days. I will tell you about it. The other day I was out in an Indian settlement and who should I come across but Myrtle Garratt of the june class of 1921 at Nordstrum! She was teaching the Indian children at a Sunday School. She was so surprised to see me again. After she was through for the day, she said that she would take me around to see a little I-Iindoo magic. We called for little Frances judge, who is Myrtle's companion in India. Really, Frances has outgrown her bashfulness remarkably. She mixes with the natives as if she had never known a bashful feeling in her life. I could hardly imagine her doing that kind of work. Well, we went to the Hindoo man who, after knowing that I was a friend of the missionaries, told me that I was to have the privilege of looking into his crystal ball and I could wish. As the girls brought back old memories of school, I asked that I might be able to see just what all my classmates were doing at the present moment. I gazed into the ball, which was rather clouded at that moment. Pres- ently it cleared enough to make out the picture which was before my eyes, which was Elizabeth Bero. She was seen sitting at a desk which was marked Editor-in- Chief. On her desk was a magazine called, The Woman's Magazine. She was studying the cover design of the next issue of the Magazine. So her wish haS come true. She really is the editor of a magazine. The next picture which presented itself to my view was that of Edwin Arm- strong, that nice looking, big fellow who was the president of Roosevelt House at school. I-le was in the luxurious office of a large bank building. A bank president! I always thought Edwin would do something big. This vision faded, and in its place, came that of a theater in New York in which there were many beautifully dressed people. They were to hear a very popular prima donna, Margaret Black! I was astonished, but I remember that she used to sing very sweetly. The picture of the theater did not fade and when Margaret finished her song, and after much applause, Robert Kaylor came upon the stage. His act was announced as the famous Baron Kaylor, the World's Greatest Bass Singer. I-Ie also received a great deal of applause. When this faded I saw the picture of a beach, which I recognized as Palm Beach. Inacrowd of people on the beach was Viola Currie, the girl who used to go to Florida with her father. She seemed to be enjoying herself so much and she looked so pretty in her smart clothes, that I quite envied her good luck. After this picture, came that of a conservatory of music. There were several small children in one of the rooms where Gretchen Dinger was teaching them the mysteries of the violin. She looked so happy at her chosen profession that I didn't like to leave the picture, but as the time was going quickly I had to wish to see another one. When I looked again, I saw Ralph Barbier, Private Secretary of Mr. Edsel Ford. When I thought of the valor with which he stuck to his shorthand class among all the girls, I thought that he certainly deserved the fine position he held. The next picture was that of Edward Budnik, head of large tailoring estab- lishment. I was astonished to think that Ed would follow his father's footsteps. Ethel, did you think he would? The next scene was that of a large film corporation. There was a certain scene being taken in a large picture drama. The heroine was Marion Denton and the hero was Zoltan Deak. I was quite thrilled to think that two members of the

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Page Twvllfy-ilzrfe THE SO U'WES TER hard and clean. It matters not how big an opposition we are up against. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, has for a long time been -Nordstrum's slogan. That classmates, is the spirit of Nordstrumf' This thought is expressed in the lines of our school song. Whether in class or in ball game, Whether we lose or win, In field or in hall We will echo thy call, Nordstrum, of thee we sing. And as we, classmates, leave these duties to take up others, let us take the nev- er say die spirit with us and in everything we do put all the pep in it that we possibly can, just as if we were doing it for Nordstrum. Remember that When the one Great Scorer comes To write against your name, He writes not that you lost or won, But how you played the game. Before I close there are two things I wish to say. To Miss Thomas and Mr. Wixon, our faculty advisors, I wish to express in behalf of the class sincere grati- tude for your help in directing the largest and one of the best classes that has ever graduated from Nordstrum. To you juniors who are about to take up the task which we lay down, we leave the honor of Nordstrum. Take it, guard it, that you in turn may hand it down unblemished and bright. And now, dear classmates, the time has arrived when we must take leave of Nordstrum. The third lap of our race is done. The future calls. Another lap of our race is begun. Run it classmates, as you have the last, and success will be yours. Again the future beckons you. God speed you and farewell. N. WI LLOUGI-IBY F LAI-IERTY. He laughed and lost, yet in that losing found Vict'ry-thru defeat more brightly crowned. Who laughs at losses greater vict'ry gains W Than he who wins and waxes proud and vain. -B. E. M. Spring Fever Say, when a feller's out o' luck, You get down in the dumps and there get stuck And everything seems to take yer pluck- Ain't it awful? You go around with a woe-begone face And yuh ain't on time at a single place, Yet time goes on with a snail-like pace- Ain't it awful? Then a teacher or preacher tells yuh how Y'ought to brace up and not allow Yourself to get down so far-somehow It's awful. Then you start to long for the world without, For a great deep hole and a two pound trout- And you wake from your dream in class with a shout! Ain't it awful? -BERYI. E. MILFORD.

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Page Twenty-five THE SOU'WESTER class of '21 were muvie stars! The director of the picture was Arthur Misner. I was sure he was to be a great orator instead of wasting his talents yelling through a megaphone at the actors of a play. This picture also vanished from sight. As I turned to speak to Myrtle and Frances, the Hindoo motioned me to be quiet. I did not understand his movement and spoke to the girls. As I turned back I was astonished to see the ball again that muddy color. I turned to the Hinjoo and he said that I had broken the spell by speaking, and that I would have to wait twenty-four hours before I could proceed. I returned the next day and anxiously inquired if it would be all right to go on. H: said that it would, and I turned again to the crystal ball. This time there was a vision of another happy marriage. It was that of Beryl Milford. She was living in a very magnificent home. There were many servants about. Beryl looked so happy that as I saw her husband come in, I turned away not to turn green with envy. I wonder why I don't get married. The next scene that was shown in the glass was that of a large church. The people were all seated in their pews and were looking up at the minister. As all were in rapt attention I looked to see the minister. You can imagine my surprise to see Lawrence Elwell presiding as minister over that large congregation. He is the last person I ever expected to see in the ministry. My eyes were glued to the glass in astonishment. To think that I was to have the privilege of seeing all my classmates in their chosen professions! After that came the picture of a large office building in the heart of New York's business center. One of the doors was marked, Willoughby Flaherty, M. D, On the opposite door was marked Ralph Scheel, Dentist. It was indeed a surprise to see them in business in New York. Then the glass grew clouded. The Hindoo said that that meant trouble. When at last it cleared, I was looking at a girl with her brow clouded as if in a temper. And I don't wonder! Ruth MacArthur, our former house president, is teaching a kindergarten class in China! In China, Ethel! And she was angry. She seemed not to be able to make the children understand. I really felt sorry for her. But I can't imagine Ruth as a missionary to China, and a kindergarten class too. It's beyond me, Ethel. The next person I saw in the glass was Elmer Goerke. He was just getting out of a fine big car and he was going into a bakery shop. It was a very large store and on the window was a sign which said Elmer Goerke, All Best Pastry. It seemed quite natural to see Elmer in the bakery business as you remember his father was in the business when Elmer went to Nordstrum. ' I looked into the glass again with an amused smile and saw an orator. He was Clifford Gould. He seemed to have moved his listeners for they were all attention. He was using every effective gesture that he could. Miss Marsh's training cer- tainly took some effect on him. I'm glad that he has succeeded. Ethel, you can't imagine whom I saw next. Our editor-in-chief, Bee Palmer. She is a physician and has charge of a large sanatarium in Denver, Colorado. I didn't think that she would be a doctor. And she hasn't changed a bit. Still the same cute girl she was at school. Am I boring you with all the details of the thrilling adventure that I had? If I am, don't read the rest of this letter, but I thought it was so wonderful that I just had to write to tell you all about it. ' Well anyway, the next person I was gazing at in the mirror of magic was Walter Hahn. He has a large sugar plantation in Cuba. He looked so prosperous that I wondered why he looked so cross, but when his wife came out of the beau- tiful house his face lighted up and he took out his watch to show her the time. I suppose he was showing her how late she was. And Joyce Hammond has his heart's desire. He is a lawyer. When he used to debate I thought he would be a lawyer, he was always so sure of his arguments and that is a quality that all lawyers seem to possess, don't you think so? The next scene was in Paris. In a picture gallery there was a large crowd gathered about one beautiful picture. The picture had a card in the corner