Waukegan High School - Annual W Yearbook (Waukegan, IL)

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In its place is a row of white tents over which floats, side by side, the stars and stripes and a red cross on a white back- ground. Desperate fighting is going on in the background and wounded and dying soldiers are being constantly brought in on stretchers. A nurse dressed in white and wearing her badge of office on her arm, hurries to and fro among the tents, giving di- rections, attending to the wounded and giving water to those she could aid in no other way. In this ont-of-the-way place, we find Agnes Dalziel, serving her country in reality and acting as the only reminder of home to those dying soldiers. Now I behold a postoiiice in a country store. Behind the bars of the little postofiice is the postmistress, Ada Kuebker, ar- ranging the mail and waiting for the afternoon rush. On a box in the corner of the store proper sits the champion checker player, within easy reach of a box of dried apples, impatiently waiting for someone, especially one of the summer boarders at Miss Oliver's, to accept his standing challenge. Blanche Oliver is keeping a large lake resort frequented by the society of the city during the summer months. Presently one of these guests, a pri- vate tutor of German, who is spending the summer at her old classmate's delightful resort, enters, greets those present and asks the postmistress if there is any mail for Mary Dady. Ada hands her a pink, scented letter which she proceeds to read at once. The substance is as follows: Harry Reube, a highly re- spected physician, is about to give the commencement address at the IVaukegan High School. As M'ary is an old friend of his and of the above school, he respectfully tenders her an invitation to the same. Short and sweet as Harry's letters usually are, as Mary read, a deep blush overspreads her face, which does not es- cape the champion checker player, who remarks: Ah, another letter from Harry. They are coming pretty regular. And George Carney makes a dive at the dried apples. But now the scene is at hand in which, in the course of events, I should appear. Following the start I received as a class prophet, I accepted a position on the weather bureau. But deciding futures for a bunch of graduates, I find is a different proposition from trying to deceive the public. There I can not depend on visions but must supply facts. But now the circuit of the class has been completed. The visions vanish abruptly and I am brought back to the stern real- 22

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Now tell me if you can see anything of Flossie J ohnson? At the sound of the name the lady starts from h'er trance advances with a smile and says: I will give you an opportunity of seeing her for yourself, I am Flossie Johnson and am only too glad to aid a former classmate. Instantly the surroundings change again. It is a dental parlor, that place of torture dreaded by so many. A lady den- tist who has charge is quietly reading, waiting for the next vic- tim while a table of instruments stands waiting for the unfortu- nate. Presently another young lady is ushered in with a hbwl and a demand to have her tooth extracted 'fright away. But when she is seated in the chair, and an ugly looking instrument is brought forth, her nerve fails and she leaps from the chair and runs. Carmel Carrie Shea! shouts the other amid bursts of laughter, Hdonit you remember your old friend Rena Tyrell? I wouldn't hurt you for the world. And in the joy of meeting the tooth-ache is forgotten as is also several customers who loud- ly demand immediate attention. Now I see a man, hard at work in a physical laboratory at- tached to his residence. He is the great scientist, Edward Sher- win, who has almost completed a scheme for rapid transit. By raising a vehicle off the earth, and allowing the lat-ter to re- volve as usual, he hopes to circle the earth in twenty-four hours. Unfortunately he cannot succeed in getting a vehicle that can be raised off the earth and kept perfectly stationary. But this is a minor point, and we shall soon be indebted to one of our class of having made it possible to take a little trip to China some Sunday afternoon. A solitary yacht breasting Lake Michigan on an ideal boat- ing day is what next meets my gaze. It is rather large for a single person to handle, but the one man who is visible seems to be doing so with considerable skill. The Marjory is one of the finest of the kind on the lake and under the skillful management of John Skene is a beautiful sight to see. John captains one of the vessels plying between Buffalo and Chicago, and is now on a small pleasure trip. Doubtless there is a party of young ladies in the cabin, for John does not seem to be enjoying himself and keeps glancing suspiciously in that direction. I row nearer to investigate but alas, the scene has vanished. 21 I -iw

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ities of life. XVhetl1er the above come true or not, I feel safe in saying that the Class of 1906 will be a credit to XVaukeg:1n, to its individual 1ll0lllb01'S, to the teachers who have borne our sliortcoinings so patiently, to the Alumni whose ranks we are about to enter and to the XVaukegan High School. Edward Gillan, Prophet. 'V'