St Simon High School - Corolla Yearbook (Ludington, MI)

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CLASS CPR OPHECY fContinueaO Wllile l was gazing awestruck, this sight vanished and there appeared a library and at the exchange desk, filling out cards was the one literary member of my class, Elizabeth Nehs CSI who even in early childhood possessed a strong inclination for both fiction and deep reading. Woiieleriiig what I would next see and prepared for almost anything, I confess I was a little surprised when a court room arose before me and there with grave and piercing eyes sat the judge in cap and gown, listening to the lawyers discussing the case and then I noticed that gradually the features of the noble judge assumed those of my old classmate, Anthony Yech C91 while at a side table, industriously writing with an absorbed expression on her youthful countenance sat his cousin Blanche Kovar C102 now court stenog- rapher, but once a member of the renowned class of 1916. The court room became indistinct but as it gradually grew clear again. I saw the interior of an immense theatre and at first I was so dazzled by the brightness and splendor that I did not immediately distinguish Lucile liorgia Warden fllj as the prima donna, who was charming the large audience with her sweet voice. This picture grew dimmer and finally was obliterated by another, which was that of a massive brick building and the name inscribed on the door was: LINCOLN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL and looking in the window of the operating room I saw two or three nurses busily engaged in arranging the table for what I understood from the words that formed themselves on one of the nurse 's lips, was to be the most serious operation ever performed, and as 1 was trying to decide if any of them were old classmates of mine, the door opened and in walked the sur- was to perform the operation. I did not recognize him, however, 1u i,' ,fcame near the window and then much to my astonishment, I gazed 0 fe on my old classmate, Ernest Subora, f12j. 'I ELIC view faded away and in its place I beheld the auditorium in that famous resort, Epworth Heights, and on the platform stood Helen Bates U35 who by her rare elocutionary powers, one moment brought tears to her listeners' eyes, while the next moment, they were provoked to merry laughter. This picture disappeared and I saw a New York skyscraper and in a window on the forty-fifth Hoor, I read this sign: H45 MAnAMo1sELLE Mumaan de la Rocns If PARISIAN Momsfrs an ' Alas! this also vanished as all the others had and I was surprised to see a large oil painting, in what appeared an Italian art gallery, and under it I read the name, Georgiana Haughey 4155. Just at this time I was awakened by the ringing of the telephone and. jumping up from the couch, I answered it. Then realizing that I had been dreaming of my classmates' future, I hastened to the desk and quickly wrote down what tl1e old magician of my dream had informed me concerning the I'lltllI'f?'0f the illustrious class of 1916. .

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CPREPARED ESS .,.i. l Well, we are in for it nowf' said Mr. Fox in a tone of despair as he read the telegram handed to him at breakfast. Then he continued fretfully: 1 am just out of a sick bed and you have none of your spring house cleaning done and all the children still in school. What are we to do? He does not say how long they intend to stay but he has been promising us a visit for so long they will probably stay a month or so. He states that they will be here the fifth and we have nothing prepared. VVould not the news that wealthy relatives are coming, at a time when your energy and resources have been taxed to their fullest extent by sickness, cause a burst of fear and anxiety in your household? Mrs. Fox, capable and patient a little woman as she was, felt her heart sink at the prospect. This was Saturday morning and she could not begin house cleaning for the next day was Sunday. The house, to begin with, must have a new coat of paint and the rest of the lawn must be laid. lt would have been finished long ago were it not for the illness of Mr. Fox who could not stand the ham- mering of the sodders. The walls in the dining room, front parlors, and three bedrooms must be papered, floors must be oiled or varnished, woodwork in the bedrooms must be enameled, rugs must be bought for the living room, new shades for the lights. These latter co11ld not be bought till the paper was put on, as everything must be ill harmony. All this to be done in one week. Sunday was spent in planning, and it was no wonder she sighed heavily as her imagination pictured in lively colors the havoc all this would work on their slender bank a.ccount. The hall would be in dull red,-this had been settled long ago. After a long and heated' debate they decided to have all new furniture for the library and paper to harmonize. The work of this room was intrusted to a professional decorator. The living room and parlor will not be much trouble, said the girls, 'tjust new paper, new curtains, oiled floors and Persian rugsf' . Monday morning dawned bright and sunny as luck would have it. lt was Decoration Day so Marshall and Margaret were home from school, which greatly pleased Mrs. Fox for she said they could take down curtains, dust pictures and do a multitude of odd jobs, which always accompany house cleaning. lt was very late in the afternoon when Margaret decided to ar- range the porch. Then came her questions: Marshall, will you wash the porch? Mar- shall like an obedient brother washed the porch. Now will you hang the swing? Maybe Aunt Anne and Uncle Jerry would like to sit here on a warm