St Clair High School - Clairvoyant Yearbook (St Clair, MI)

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Francisco but I don ' t recognize the handwriting. Why! it’s from Grace Buggee. Dear Lena: I am away out here in San Francisco, work- ing as usual, you ' ll be surprised though, when I tell you what Fm doing. After my experience as editor of the Breeze ’ I thought that my dreams would all be realized if I could just be an editor of some big paper, but after landing the edi- torship of the Chicago Inter-Ocean, I stayed only five years, then retired from the force, as I felt that newspaper work was too hard on my nerves. Then I joined a moving picture company and now I’m playing the star part in two plays a week at a nice comfort- able salary. Yours in haste, GRACE. Well, of all things! To think of our dignified Grace be- ing a moving picture star! That ' s far removed from the fu- ture I should have predicted for her. This letter is postmarked Germany and I think it’s from Burm ah. Dear Lena: Well, I’ll skip this first part and go on. Not very long after I graduated, I came over here to Deutschland to study the German language and to study the home life of the german people. During my travels through the country I met a pleasant and handsome young student and, to make a long story short, I now have the very best chance to study German home life. William had an estate near the Rhine and we took up our residence there. You couldn’t find a hapiper home in all Europe. Lebe wohl, BURMAH. Here is a scrawl that resembles Justin ' s of old. Dear Lena I suppose you are just melting from the heat but up here in Alaska we have short summers and long cold winters. The hunting is great! Of course in summer there is the gold prospecting but the winter and hunting beats it all hollow both in profits and the fun of the thing. justin McCartney. — 28 —

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PROPHESY When onr class graduated in 1914 each member promised that in 1924 he would write to every other member of the class. We could easily forsee what interesting revelations these letters would be. Today, ten years after our graduation, T have received almost every one of those fourteen letters. Thy come from all parts of the earth and I ' m going to spend the evening reading them. Here’s one clear from India. It is from Eleanor Pearce. She says: Dear Lena: Remembering our promise made in 1914, I will write my first letter to you. I have been here in India six years and it seems as though my work has just begun. Next year I shall return to the United States to go on the Chautauqua platform for the cause of foreign missions. Our aim is to raise a million dollars for the education of the In- dian children. It is a big undertaking but I think the effort worth while. Yours sincerely, ELEANOR. We all knew Eleanor would do something good out in the world. This letter is from Arthur Lively. Wonder what he is doing. New York City, June 22, 1924. Dear Lena: Much as I hate to write letters I suppose I must keep my promise and write these fourteen. Well, here I am in little old New York and I’m having the time of my life. Just let me tell you, this is the place for me. One can ' t get bored when he can go to a horse show or aviation meet almost every day in the year. I ' ve just about decided that a horse is too slow for me and I’m going to get one of those flying machines. It will be real handy when I want to run over to my place on Long Island. Well, so long, I’ve only got eleven more letters to write. ART. H’m! same old Art! Wonder how many girls he’ll go to see in his flying machine. The pext letter is postmarked San — 27 —

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(Telephone rings.) “Hello, hello. Yes, this is Lena Vories. Why,! Ruth Joachim; where are you? In Detroit buying stock! What for? Well, what kind of establishment are you running? Oh ! just evening wraps and dresses. In what city are you located ? Emmett? Well, that’s not very far away. Why don’t you ever come to St. Clair and talk over old times? Did you hear about the high school building collapsing a while ago? They’re putting up a new $40,000 one on the old site. Mr. Keen is bossing the job. . Oh, you’ve got to go? Awfully glad you called me up. Do come and see me. Goodbye. This is Mary’s letter, I’ll read it next. Cambridge, Mass. Dear Lena: Here’s where you get two letters in one. Chester thinks it a great joke as he lets me do all the writ- ing and he sits by and laughs. You know Chester is the football coach of the Harvard squad and although he is crazy about his boys he worries me half to death as I’m always afraid he’ll get hurt when he’s showing them some new play. We have a darling little bungalow on the edge of the campus and if you ever come east you must run down to Cambridge and visit us. Lovingly yours, MARY POWRIE ROBERTSON. Well, Mary, I certainly shall! Mary did make such de- licious bread and cake in the old days. Where’s Donna’s letter? Oh, here it is — I wonder what she’s doing. - 29 —