Swayzee High School - Swayzonian Yearbook (Swayzee, IN)

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A Vision of the Future of the Class of '20 One beautiful autumnal evening as the great sun was slowly sinking to rest in its last full blaze of glory I was returning from a long ramble thru the woods and down a little old country roadside, whe nsuddenly I came upon a camp of Gypsies. They were very queer and their modes of living seemed very different from ours of today. There was an old woman in the camp who seemed to take a great deal of interest in me but not as much as I did in her and her queer ways. Finally she told me that she could tell me all that the future held in store for me or my friends in their various walks of life. I replied that my future did not bother me but if she could tell me about the future of my friends and classmates in years to come I would be very happy and contented as several of my classmates deserted Swayzee-had gone and it seemed forever to me, that night. She invited me into her tent and seated me before a small tire which was almost all smoke. As she stirred she told me to watch and this is what I saw: A woman who looked about middle age was sitting at a cashier's desk. By the amount of material on her desk I could see that she was very busy. Suddenly she looked up and I saw it was Faye Henderson, a champion of the class of '20 and also librarian in the days of '20. The smoke whirled and slowly the picture changed to a group of women sitting around a table talking about women voting and womens rights. At the head of the party I noticed their leader to be Anna Parson. Next, a city loomed into view, the main attraction being a magnificent school building, within sounded a' man's voice tell- ing the athletes of the days when he played on old Swayzee High School's team. A few minutes later Donald Shinn stepped into view going to his home as he was now superintendent of the largest college in Chicago. The smoke grew heavier. I saw a chemists laboratory and bending over some chemicals I recognized Estie Pattison. She is the most famous chemist in compounding dyes. The scene changed. Large tractors and farming implements were working in large fields, placing them in shape for planting. But at the wheels three faces seemed more vivid than the others. As they drew nearer I perceived them to be none other than George Wfeagant, XYayne Hite and Estel Pierce. who are some of Indiana's proudest farmers, proud of their homes and their fields. There was a sudden crash, a man sprang into view at the head of a body of troops. They were eager to follow their brave commander whom I recognized as Major General Kenneth Rybolt. I-Ie was next seen in his home and I learned thru the old Gypsy's prophecy that he had married one of Swayzee's most popular young women in the days of '19 and '2O. Sudenly the smoke changed and seemed to take on some

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between the two upper classes and on April 20 ,1919, mysterious forms were discovered around the school, the moon again being the only lantern. April 21, the sun saw a crimson and cream 1920 penant floating from the topmost point of the high school. The first sight that greeted the faculty upon entering the assembly room was a large hole in the ceiling where one of the daring four fell through. Qf course, we knew what to expect, and it came at noon. VVe, the Juniors, were called upon the green carpet iso to speakij, and received a memorable lecture from our superintendent. It was put to a vote as to whether these boys should suffer alone or all the class with them. Every Junior except one was loyal and we suffered the disgrace of CD-5 on deportment and tak- ing all the examinations, which every one passed with fiying colors. From the first day as Seniors, we were victorious. From the beginning of school we meant business and tried to make our under classmen feel they were here for the same reason, but we are afraid our liking for fun has led a few astray. VVe did not get down to real work until the last semester when we felt our credits were in danger. VVe then succeeded in behaving very well until january 21, when we entertained the .luniors at the home of George XVeagant without first gaining permission from the faculty. This was our first and last offense? NYe, twenty-two in all, are laboring earnestly trying to gain the coveted diplomas and we are looking forward with pleasant anticipations to commencement week. XYe've been sailing on the river In a little two-oar boat, Within easy reach of safety lf our vessel failed to float. Now we drift in the wide ocean, Where the sight of shore we lack, And the storm paints the horizon XVith a fearful coat of black! Let the storms come few or many, We have courage and what's more, Be assured the class of '20 XYill securely reach the shore. -ADDIE RESQNER, Historian.

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fantastic shapes. I saw several people who seemed to be in a large hospital, and as the picture cleared I saw one of its wards. All the patients were looking toward the opening on the east when suddenly the celebrated Red Cross nurse, Qlive Small, entered. I also learned and saw that she was a very fine housekeeper. My gaze wandered for a moment to another apartment in the hospital, to a dark haired nurse who was soothing a turbulent patient and I was delighted to recognize Edith Niccum, who re- ceived the blessings of all in that entire hospital. Then again I saw a splendid city which proved to be NVash- ington, D. C., in the center of which was the capitol. I was taken inside and there found Afton Pennington. She told me about attending business college and working for the govern- ment. Then came to my ears the hum of a powerful motor which gradually drew nearer. Looking up I saw the outline of a large aeroplane and in the pilot's seat was none other than Xlvaldo Matchett, the most renowned mail carrier of all Uncle Sams birdmen. The old Gypsy stirred and stirred constantly. The scene changed to that of the Joy Theatre. As she stirred, the dusk changed and whirled, a stage was before me and I was in a vast audience. Two beautiful dark haired girls came out on the stage singing. Thousands sat spell-bound at the magic of their voices and the talent they had for music. I looked at the names by the side of the stage. It was Fraulein -i-, a name I could not make out, and Margaret Miller, the world's most famous opera singers. I also learned thru the old witch as I perchanced to call her, it was Fraulein Hubbard who had married and that she and her husband devoted their time to lyceum work. I did not learn of Margaret Miller's future but I presumed it was great. Next a tall thin man was leaving a group of buildings: under his arm was a huge book. Something about him seemed fa- miliar. I looked closer but could not place him. A young lady accosted him and asked: Prof Spears, can you help me with my lesson in mathematics tonight? It would give me great pleasure, was the courteous reply. Then I recognized Harold Spears, the former leader and president of our class. Another apartment of the school house sprang into view. There sat a vast crowd of small kindergarten children eagerly watching their short and smiling teachers, none other than Mar- garet Burris and Addie Reasoner, who had become kindergarten specialists since the days when we were all together in Swayzee High School, dear old school of fame. I then saw a great crowd gather around a platform on which several men were seated. Qne, however, was standing and speaking. I crowded in closer and caught a few words such as these: Vote for my party and save your country from auto- cracy. I am for a protective tariff. I, NVayne I-Iardesty, will lead your party to safety and to the president's chair, etc. It really was XYayne Hardesty, now Indiana's most popular poli- tician and choice for president. NVayne, who used to be drug- gist clerk back in Swayzee. The smoke gathered into a ball and within this ball I saw Cecil tried. The judge and jury were listening te, Dr. Symons, I.. I.. D.,