Valparaiso High School - Valenian Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 25 causes even his friends to smile. He is the ship ' s cook, Charlie Hahnkamp, and is puffing ' from the exertion caused by carrying a tray of eatables to the men. To the spacious stage of a large theatre, my eyes are next directed. The audience is in an uproar. Before them is a ridiculous old lady, parading the stage in a fit of anger at the mischievous pranks of her son. Only those who knew her when a girl could recognize the features of Dorothy Arvin. I now come upon a peaceful old homestead in the Sunny South. Mary Boyer has found her mate, and the couple ' s happiness is complete, for their small troubles number only nine. A little school building in a remote part of heathenish Africa looms up before me. Such an unruly class as Beulah has to manage! It is no wonder that she is losing her courage. But a better life is in store for her. for I see her. a few years later, the happy wife of a tailor, and her work now is ' pressing. ' My eyes now wander to a large building. I see parrots, birds, a pond of fish, and in one corner a cage of lions, being tamed by one glance of the powerful eyes of Mable Brummitt. A business office glides into my view. In an armchair, gazing dreamily into space, sits Harwood Earle. He is one of the busiest men of the day— indeed, so busy that he hasn ' t even time to get married. Now I see the keeper of a large auditorium in Denver, Colorado. Floyd is living a single life of bliss, but is an envy to the mothers of marriageable young ladies of the city. I behold the jungles of Africa. A festive scene is in their midst. The cannibals are having a feast, in honor of a new arrival. James; who, with a sad mien, is quoting scripture, and in spite of their ravenous intent is trying to save their poor souls. A public platform now floats before my eyes. On it, with her eyes blazing, and her arms wildly gesticulating. I see Maud Creen. She is ad- dressing the world upon the subject of ' The Advantages of Teaching Out West. ' I hear sweet strains of music It is a wedding march. Many eyes are riveted upon the handsome couple. Lottie is bearing a (Payne) to the altar. Now I am looking upon a brilliantly illuminated sign, hanging before a large building. It reads: ' Wanted — A man. ' Call on Gertrude Trough. 1304 Fulton Ave. ' The black eyes of Mary Finn peer at me through the prison bars. Her husband is keeper of the jail. A thin, serious-faced woman is emerging from a dog-show. Nothing is more enjoyable to Mabel than her dogs, the mew of her cat. and her parrot ' s silly babble. Husband. ' No. I sec no such object in her future.

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24 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1910 OX a gloomy night this spring, pondering over many things. I be- thought me of my old friend. Mr. Heimenstiefer, and seeking him out in his famous observatory, found him at his astrological work, easting the horoscope for some new star, by which he would be able to tell the past, present, and future. As I entered he paused, and announced that he had .just discovered the star which disclosed the future of the class of 1910, and if I would listen, he would give me a glimpse of its future. Thus he proceeded: The star indicates that the class as a whole is very brilliant and has had u pial in any class thai has ever passed out of the Valparaiso High School. They have done more unusual things and established precedents that no class has dared to do. Adjusting his telescope he paused and in solemn, monotonous tones he proclaimed : I see a crew on shipboard in the evening, playing dice. The game is interrupted by the entrance of a short, chubby, jolly man whose discomfiture

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26 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. Beraice is vainly trying to captivate the American public with her famous rag-times, but gives it up in disgust. Later I see her yielding to the persuasive tones of a scissors-grinder. A foot-race speeds through my vision. One particular spot of excite- ment attracts my attention. Percy has forgotten all his dignity and reserve and with collar half-way off and hands madly gesticulating, he is applauding some one. Who can it be? Oh. yes, Harry now bounds into view and with one last mighty effort reaches the goal first. Eda Lawrence is now presenting herself with a smiling countenance. I can ' t quite see what she is doing. Oh, yes, patching clothes for the half a dozen little ones around her who are continually swallowing buttons, tearing up her precious flowers, pinching the cat ' s tail, etc. A large circus sign meets my eyes, which announces that Forepaugh ' s wild west show has a new treat for the public. They will exhibit the famous dancing woman, Minnie Lemster. Ninah Mann appears now. She is one of Chicago ' s leading society women and is startling the whole world by her marriage to a million-dollar lad. Leeta McCue has an old homestead in the country. She is tending to the poultry on the farm. ' As a sister of charity in the Convent of St. Mary, I can see Ella Mc- Gillieuddy. She is making herself famous by her works of charity, and is bringing sunshine to the hearts of the poor. I am now witnessing a storm of angry words between Grace Moore and Jessie Ray. Both man-haters, they are nevertheless fighting about a man. Both demand him. I cannot see the outcome. Katherine must be married; at least I can see six husbands. What she did with the first five I can ' t tell; but I see one down south in a hermitage, hiding whenever a woman comes near. I now see a prison yard. The prisoners are hard at work, being driven on by the relentless voice of Louise. Yes, she is indeed manager of the yards, strange as it may seem. A short, serious-faced woman is now greeting me. She, Cora Smith, is en- deavoring, by means of a rope ladder, to scale a wall, seeking for her lost parrot. Sighing deeply, Mr. Heimenstiefer, after another long pause, continued: I see you. Agnes, in a little log cabin out west. You have taken up land and are bemoaning the fate which took you there, living the lonely life of an old maid. My friend now gently hinted that he had nothing more to tell me and with a feeling of satisfaction, mingled with gloom. I left the observatory and wended my way home. AGNES WINNEGUTH.