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

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Cl ass Prophecy just returned from my vacation which I enjoyed very much, after having worked in an advertis- ing department for nearly two years. I saw a great many sights that were worth while, but I never will forget some of the people that I happened to meet. One day after leaving New York harbor, as I was wandering around on the deck of the boat, I was greatly surprised to meet a very familiar person, John Cyman. After talking to him, he told me that when finishing school he went sailing, and had been pro- moted to the position of captain on an ocean liner. While I was in England waiting for a train, who should I see but Frederick Gliem, he was now an American Ambassador to England, and was on his way to London. 1 did not spend much time there, as I wanted to see a little more of the old world before I sailed. Now in Paris at last. I decided to step into a real Parisian shop, and as I was gazing about, I heard some one say, “Well, of all things.” I turned around and there was Vera. Yes, Vera Laffrev. She had now become a saleslady in one of the largest stores in Paris. I always had a longing to see the Alps, and here was mv chance. Never dreaming that I would meet anyone I knew. As I was strolling through a Swiss village one day I met an old school mate. She used to be Vera Busch but now she is married to a Swiss Government agent. Now in the Orient. I had a few hours before I sailed and as I was crossing a street I noticed a sign which read something like this, “American Educational Department.” It sounded rather good to me so I went in, and behold, Laura Kelley lecturing to nearly four hundred Japanese. Stopping for a few days in Hawaii, it iust seemed as though I was in luck for meeting old friends. In one of the groves near a resort I met Alice MacDonald. She bad been in Hawaii for nearly three years and had become a member of an Hawaiian stringed quartet. Back again in the United States. San Francisco is a wonderful place and I couldn ' t resist the temptation to go in swimming. As I was playing around on the beach, a group of girls were coming along. I did not pav very much attention to them, but I thought that one of them looked very familiar. I knew her, there was no mistake

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NAME L. Autterson V. Busch A. Brines . . . A. Buggee . . . L. Burkhart . J. Cyman J. Ebert F. Gliem H. Hart L. Kelley .... V. Laffrey . . A. McDonald M. Muhlitner W. Muhlitner J. Munger . . R. Mortinger G. Pearce . . . L. Powers . . . E. Pluddeman G. Plud ' deman H. Watson . . L. Werner . . A. Wolvin . . R. Yeip C. Zimmer . . , CLASS ROSTER PET PHRASE OCCUPATION HOBBY .Oh my gawd Bumming Studying • Say Cooking At church .Goodnight Making eyes Being naughty ... . Uhm-m-m Reading Sat. eve. posts Walking to school .Hey kid Posing Chasing chickens • It’s this way Presiding Wimmin •Aw gawn Looking smart Unknown janes .. • I got a verse Parked on N. Riverside .... Dodges .Listen here Arguing with Walt Auditorium mgr . . Hot dog Dancing Crows .Isn’t that the cat’s mittensGiggling Percy . Look me over Going to Marine City Pleasing Fred . . . .Good Heavens Talking Gossiping .You little runt Opposing things Vamping .You flapper Flattering Studying? • !! — ? — ! Charming snakes Primping . Land’s sake Going home Checkers . Heh there Bustling around Hosiery ads Quit that Blushing Dancing .Think you re smart Reciting brilliantly .Bareback riding .., •° h Swimming Advising •I disagree Milking cow’s Gassing . Oh Moses Looking innocent Men • Dear me Sleeping Powder . Oh-h gee Getting mad Curl s DESTINY .Agricultural Dept. • Egypt .Bone factory .Music teacher .Jazz Orchestra . President of U. S. . South Seas .Stage War Dept. .No Man’s Land .Cabaret Minister’s wife Harem Dempsey’s opponent 7 feet tall Heavenly choir Solitary confinement Gay Paree Athletic trainer Home for homeless cats Mack Sennet Hall of Fame Taxi driver Artist ' s model Nazimova’s rival

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at all, Marjorie Muhlitner. The next day Marjorie and I went in swimming together, and it was then that she told me that she was a science instructor in one of Cali- fornia’s largest colleges. The next day I left San Francisco on the Central Pa- cific. On the way to Chicago, a gentleman came walking down the aisle of the coach and took a seat just opposite me. He appeared to be a traveling salesman. He seemed to recognize me first. It was Lawrence Burkhart. He told me that he was an agent for the Atlantic Pacific Tea Co. I was telling him of some of the old friends that I had seen, and he told me that Joe Ebert had been admitted to the bar, and was a Colorado lawyer. As our conver- sation led on I asked him if he knew where Lawrence Powers was. ell, he happened to know. Lawrence was a doctor and was practicing in Springfield, Mass. Just like Lawrence, he was always so svmpathic toward other people. As the train pulled into the station in Chicago, I heard a band approaching, as it drew near I found that it was Sousa’s. In glancing at the various members I recogniz- ed one, who was playing a saxophone, it was Lawrence Autterson. The next dav I went to see one of the big baseball games between Detroit and Chicago. Before entering the ball grounds I bought a Chicago Times. As I had about fifteen minutes before the game, I glanced over the line-up for the day and to my great surprise T found a name which was very familiar to me — Gordon Pearce, the second Babe Ruth. 1 hat evening before leaving Chicago I went to a musical comedy. Having bought the ticket, and was being ushered to the seat, I nearly bumped into a tall gentleman who was coming out of the vestibule. Such a narrow es- cape caused both of us to stop, and I beheld another high school friend, Walter Muhlitner, and he a musical comedy director. Back to Michigan, I couldn’t make good connections with the trains, so I had to idle wav about two hours in Detroit before leaving for St. Clair. I was wandering around, and just thinking if it would be possible to see anyone that I knew, when I met a ladv coming out of Hudson’s department store. I knew her, it was Alva Buggee. She Is married and living in Detroit. In my old home town at last. How changed it seemed. 1 wondered if any of the high school friends were still at home. I happened to meet Alice Brines one dav. She is now a primary teacher, and living at home. Being here