Stamford Union Free School - Camera Yearbook (Stamford, NY)

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The office faded from view and there appeared in the fire a large col- lege. Out on the campus I perceived a great number of young men earn- estly playing baseball. The pitcher attracted my attention as his face seemed famililar. Then I recognized Hugh MacLaury, one of our class. He left the pitchbr's box and one of the college men took his place. I realized that Macis desires had been gratified, for now he was coach and physical instructor at Princeton. He swiftly approached a very scholarly looking man and bowed re- spectfully to him. As the man turned to speak, I recognized Irwin Dent, who was now the Dean of the college. I was not surprised that Irwin had reached the heights because he was Valedictorian of our class. Qui'ckly the scene changed and a large house appeared. There seemed to be some kind of celebration, as the house was crowded with people. Then out of the door came a young couple amid a shower of rice and confetti. They entered a Dodge coupe and drove away. The bride proved to be none other than Romiett Gaylord, a member of the class of '27. As the car drove out of sight, there appeared in the fire a large drug store. An attractive sign informed people that Wilcox and Stevens were the owners. I immediately thought of George Stevens and c'Les', Wilcox. My opinion was confirmed, for just then George and Les', came to the door. George and L'Les slowly receded from view. Then many beautiful colors fiashed in the fire. At last, I realized that it was spring time. The sun was shining brightly and the birds were twittering in the trees near a small white school house. Then out of the door came Ada Mabey, fol- lowed by a number of small children. They strolled toward a large meadow. I soon perceived that they were followed by a very attractive man who apparently was much interested in the curly haired teacher. I suddenly awoke to find myself shivering with cold, for the fire had gone out while I slept. Mary, I am afraid, has forgotten her own prophecy, but the other night I had a dream in which I seemed to be in a large city at night. As I made by way down a crowded street, brightly lighted by many, many electric lights and signs, I found myself before a large theatre. I suddenly realized that it was the Metropolitan in New York. I went in and was not greatly surprised to find that Mary Moore was singing the leading role, for wasn,t Mary our song bird back at Stamford?

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THE FUTURE OF THE CLASS OF '27 One night as the wind went howling through the trees, I was sitting, musing before an open fire. This is my last year at Stamford Seminary, I thought. Then as I reviewed my years at school, the faces of my class- mates arose before me. Suddenly the flames glowed more brightly. The sound of distant music greeted my ear. And there before me was a gayly lighted night club such as one finds in the city of New York. A very jazzy orchestra was furnishing the music for the crowds of dancers. At the piano sat John Gray, who was now called the second Vincent Lopez. The dancers paused and one brilliant light was focused upon the figure of a beautifully dressed dancing girl. According to the applause that Gert, for it was she, received, I realized what a success she had made of her chief occupation. . The music died away and I heard the sound of tramping feet. Out of the fire marched a grand parade. Leading this parade was a much paint- ed and bedecked clown, who carried a tiny, pink parasol. His attention was caught by a very pretty girl. He removed his cap and mask and there by the chimney stood Howard Raynor. The flames died down to a grayish hue. Then there appeared in the fire a very cozy room done in rose and gray. Beside a table sat a young woman whom I recognized as Astrid Eklund H71 On the opposite side of the table Ken,' Corbin was reading the evening paper. I at once recog- nized the 4'Little White Housei' of Astrid's dreams. The room slowly faded from view and there appeared in the fire a large white mansion. Down the steps came a fashoinably dressed young lady. I immediately recognized Bess Canfield, now lVIrs. Fred Freed. She stepped into a Rolls Royce and was driven rapidly away to meet her hus- band, who was just returning from Alaska. As the car disappeared, the scene changed to a rough countryside. Bumping over the stony road came a much bespattered Ford car without a top. It soon halted before a little red school house. The driver alighted and entered the school house. The children crowded about her. From their actions I judged that they were very fond of their teacher, who was none other than Katherine Hastings. Again the flames glowed brilliantly and I soon caught sight of a large city. In a huge building a door opened, disclosing to view a large office. At the desk sat a handsome man of about 30. Beside him, writing at his dictation, was a young girl. As she lifted her eyes to smile at him, I recog- nized Helen Laux, the vamp of our class.

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COMMENCEMENT PROGRAM Sunday, June 19-Baccalaureate Sermon Monday, June 20-Class Picnic. Tuesday, June 21-Class Day. Wednesday, June 22-Commencement. Thursday, June 23-Senior Ball.