Swayzee High School - Swayzonian Yearbook (Swayzee, IN)

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who was making an address that rivaled the ancient speeches of Demosthenes and Cicero. I also learned that he had proven to be a great poet and that he had written poems over which the world was wild. The old woman stirred and asked if I had seen enough of my friend's futures. I answered that there were a few others I would like to see. She threw on a drop of magic powder. There was a flash for a moment and then there was Dorothy Foltz as her name used to be standing in a large and beautiful home. Cozy? Yes indeed. It was situated on the slope of a hill and as the sun was sinking away it only made it seem grander as the outline of the scene grew more vivid. I beheld the face of Theressa Small and her friend spending the evening. I could imagine hearing Theres- sa telling how much she cared for Civil Service and of the days back in S. H. S. I thanked the old Gypsy lady very kindly for her time and her powers in showing me my friends as they appeared in their vari- ous future walks of life, and then departed. As I came home down that little old forsaken road I could not help thinking how famous the class of '20 had proven to be. I could imagine myself coming down that road just at dusk when suddenly I saw something that resembled the old Gypsy woman. It frightened me so much that I was awakened. Then with the light of dawn shining in upon my bed, I arouse and found it all a dream. A vision of the future, only a wondlrous dream that will linger forever with me, a vision of '2O. -R. E. F. lllIlIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillllllIlIlillllIlIlIll1lIlIlllllllllllllllIlllIlIilIillIIllllll1lIllllIlIlIIllIIllll1lIllllIlllllHlIlIllllIllllllllllllllllillilllllllllll lllllIIIlIllilIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillilllllllllllllllillllll! IllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllIlllIlIlIIlllIlilIlIlHlIlIlillllllilIllllIlIlHllllllllllllIlllIIlllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllIllIlllllllllllllllllllllll

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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.,

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