Waterloo Central High School - Skoi Yase Yearbook (Waterloo, NY)

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THE SKOI-YASE, 1928 13 CLASS PROPHECY GNE EVENING I was sitting before the fireside idly watching the dancing flames. Gradually they became hazy and indistinct. Ah! At last it is clearing. I see myself on a great ship, traveling around the world. A man enters and asks me if I am comfortable. That face looks familiar. I have it-it's my old classmate, Benn Townley. He tells me that the captain of the ship is Joe McKone. who has traveled for many years on the waters and gained much renown as a hardy, courageous seaman. We talk pleasantly of former times for a few minutes. and then everything changes. I am in a large city. Everything is bustle and confusion. A man seizes my luggage and I at once recognize the strong sturdy grip of my old friend. Jim Tuomy, who had followed his life's work, started in our senior play. He tells me that Jack Gerard and Dot Campbell are now happily married, living in a little apartment in Geneva, so Jack can be near the burlesques. I get into a cab and am quickly driven up to a large hotel. I get out to pay the man and see that it is Harold Hoy, our competent chauffeur during High School days. I go into the hotel, go up to the desk to register, and look full into the face of my old classmate, Phil Larish. He tells me he is proprietor of the hotel and has had a very successful life. We talk of bygone days. and he informs me that Flora Smith has a room in his hotel. I run excitedly to Flora's room and she tells me that she is now a commer- cial artist. teaching at Pratt Institute. Finally I go to my room for a rest and there I am disturbed by a knock on the door. It is Ed Webster, dressed as a bellhop, but he tells me he is really a detective in disguise. He had experience with Irma in' this line during the senior play. A mist obscures my sight. It clears. I am in a large cathedral listening to a sermon, The Modern Generation. and the preacher is no other than Albert Buck. A slight shifting of scenes. Ah! A large cafeteria in New York. I hear voices. a familiar voice. Put that right down here, please. It is Elizabeth Lewis. chief dietitian in the cafeteria, giving orders to her workers. Oh, how well she could do that back in Homemaking. One of her junior dietitians is Lena Walker. who worked so diligently under Mrs. Allison. Liz tells me that Louise Whitehead is head nurse in a large hospital in New York. At least I-ouise's dreams were not shattered by the advice of friends. Liz also tells me that Mary Hayes is now a prominent prima donna. I always knew Mary could roll her r's well. , My mind drifts to a large business concern. Two girls are busily working at a typewriter. They are Helen O'Keefe and Ruth Huson, who worked so hard in Miss Proskine's classes. Another girl, mimeographing a large sheaf of papers, is no less than Katherine Felber. who had prepared our history papers so long ago. I am transported to a tiny attic room where someone is bent over writing

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12 WATERLOO HIGH SCHOOL of Silver Creek and riding in an Essex. Philip Larish has been the cause of great anxiety among his teachers. Generally on Monday afternoon Phil was absent from school. I'll leave it to your imagination where he went. Educa- tion is sometimes hard to obtain. Fred Larsen has driven seventy-two hundred miles to and from school in the last four years. Elizabeth Lewis showed great aptitude in the homemaking course. This may interest Gordon. Elizabeth won second prize in prize speaking this year. Joe McKone was the oldest mem- ber of the class. He has shown much interest in athletics, playing on the foot- ball and basketball teams. Joe is a good dancer and plays a splendid game of black jack. Max Riegel is the pill slinger: he also specialized in hair tonics. giving us a new sample to smell every day. He was an expert in concocting dishes with the ice cream Havor. Max liked Latin but was still fonder of Eng- lish. The shiek of the class was Sidney Ritter. A sailor has a sweetheart in every port, but Sidney has a sweetheart in every town. He has been known to drive seventy miles to take a girl to a dance. Sidney tickled the ivories to per- fection. Flora Smith showed great talent in the Art Department. Her draw- ings may be seen in many of the school text-books. We have two Helens in the class. Helen O'Keefe and Helen Talbert. Their favorite pastime was study- ing. Helen O'Keefe specialized in the Commercial Department and Helen Tal- bert has been working for a college entrance. Dorothy Ridley has naturally curly hair. She could usually be found at all the Grange dances. She was never alone. She was also interested in the gas office. James Tuomy, better known as Rosebud, excelled the class members in dancing. Rosebud was usually late for his first class because of oversleeping. Dorothy Twist made a very sweet old maid and played the part of a spinster exceedingly well in our senior play. Teresa Christiano has been a silent and steady worker. but the old saying is, Still waters run deep. Lena is truly a Walker and has spent her summers at the mountains. Jean Whitaker was usually seen in company with Mary Hall. Jean was a bookworm and her favorite subject was science and performing experiments in the laboratory. And now our history comes to a close. We must leave this high school of Waterloo and the dear teachers who have helped us faithfully through the dim- culties of our four years as high school students. We are determined to become as successful in the tasks before us as we have been in our high school career.

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14 WATERLOO HIGH SCHOOL very studiously. Ah! Mary Butler. your dreams are being fulfilled. Writing a book. Success. Mary! Next I see some Waving pennants. It is a college football game. Ringing cheers float on the air: shouting and yelling after a victorious game. A large group of players are carrying a man upon their shoulders. It is Rod Duffy, our Waterloo High School football hero. After the game they gather for an open air dance on the campus. That music sounds familiar. I look again at the pianist-Sidney Ritter tickling the ivories as he did after the basketball games. I wait between dances and go over to talk to Sid. He tells me that Dorothy Ridley is married and living at Junius: John Mitchell has taken an agricultural course and is head of an experiment station, while Fred Larsen is still living in the country, running a farm. Now the scene is changing. From the height and looks of the building it is a large school. There is a large group of girls walking with a tall, dignified lady. I hear them call her Dean Becker. A woman comes up to Barbara to talk. It is Jean Whitaker. I go over to speak to them and during the conver- sation Jean tells me she is an English teacher at the school. while her chum. Mary Hall. has joined the Red Cross and is going overseas for more extensive work. This scene is fading to give place to another. A lady is walking down by a small lake with a group of small children. It is Irma Seeber, who is a kinder- garten teacher, and from the way the students look at her they evidently adore her. We have a pleasant talk, and Irma tells me Doris Bell is married to a rich Englishman with a title and they are now making a tour of the world. I always knew that Doris would travel. She always loved excitement and new places. This next place looks natural. It's my old home town and the first thing that meets my eye is a sign. Sandford 'ES Riegel. The store is in the same place. I go into the store, and Max is busily preparing a prescription. He greets me cordially and tells me the history of some of my classmates who have remained in Waterloo. Robert Whitaker is running a meat market, getting his experience from working after school at Lux's. Leatha Sweet is working in a dentist's office and gaining much fame as a dental hygienist. Eloise Humiston is running a beauty shop and still keeping company with Red. Teresa Christiano is a teacher in the public school and having great success. Dorothy Twist conducts a dancing school at her home. Everyone knows that Dot could trip the light fantastic. The scene changes again. It is a large summer resort, and an aviation field is near by. A crowd of people are cheering a man who is climbing into an air- plane. The aviator is Frank Baker, who is starting on a transcontinental flight. Maybe a second Lindbergh. I go down to the pier and watch abstractedly while a girl who someone tells me is a swimming instructress climbs to a tower. It is Helen Talbert. She runs to the end of the plank and jumps-a splash and all vanishes. I am again before the fireside and it has been only a dream. Yet the future foretells bright and interesting adventures for the Class of 1928.