Wickliffe High School - Wick Yearbook (Wickliffe, OH)

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Seventh Grade , J L 19 mcg, -

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Eighth Grade

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Prophecy many years have passed since the day that I found the magic stream that lay concealed in the deepest part gf the forest. It was there as I knelt beside it in that year of 1950 that the events of the years to come flashed before me. I recall the scenes now, as clearly as I did that day. The fu- ture years of the class of fifty marched before me. The waters rippled. A large expensive store appeared. A lithe, lovely w man stood in the midst of the commotion. Ella Asbridge was now head buyer of Paris fashions at Sak's Fifth Avenue. Another ripple stirred the waters and I sam nurses in crisp white uniforms silently walking the halls of St. Iukes hospital I followed one to the offices of the Superintendent of Nurses. The door opened and I saw that Marilyn Bluhm had achieved a life long ambition. As before the ripple passed and the water brought before me the picture of a University library. Through the imposing doors walked Joan Clark. Two of her dreams had beco e realities. She was head librarian at the University of Alaska. The water cleared and I presumed nothing more was to appear. Suddenly an airplane shot into view. The pilot was none other than Captain Donald Cox flying for American Airlines. The picture changed suddenly and I law a studio with papers scattered about, crayons, pen- cils, paints tossed carelessly here and there. Truly this was an artist's, or better a cartoonist's studio. In the corner of the room sat David Collins. What is he drawing? Why of course, Dave is creating lil' Abner now. Then a lovely florist shop came into sight. The proprietor came to the door to speak to a custo er and l recognized Anthony DiNero, now the owner of the DiNero Florist Shop. I gazed more intently into the waters. A stage appeared, the lights di med, a spotlwas thrown- upon our own Bill Doud and his famous band the nDoudlebugs.n The scenes were changing rapidly now. An ultra-modern motor court came into view. The name over the entrance said 'Cyrille Fine's Fancy Motor Court.n The waters suddenly became violent, bubbling with distaste. The change frightened me, but throught the steam I saw a chemist's labratory. The chemist with test tube in hand came toward me and Bob Fox's life work had been revealed to me. The White House now appeared and, indeed, wonder filled m mind. Presently the door opened.- In the president's chair sat our own Mike Schaab. A reporter was interviewing him, she looked up and I saw Carol Koenig, reporter for the Uwashington Sunn. A door to the left opened and Shirley Gamiere came in. Shirley was now the private secretary to the President of the United States. The water rippled again and a huge farm passed into view. A stately gentleman came toward me. The groups of people around him seemed to be examining the farm. The gentleman was obviously describing his scientific farm. Why of course, Jimmy Grimm was now the second Louis Bromfield living on his Malabar Farm in lansfield. I watched intently for the changing waters brought to me a picture of Nancy Homer in the act of signing a contract with the Metropolitan Opera Company for the coming season. The picture switched swiftly to Miami, Florida. The lobby of a hotel flashed before me and a familiar face appeared. JoAnn Worth was the hostess of the exclusive and swanky summer resort Hia Palms' owned and manager by millionaire Dick Homer. Another gentle ripple of the water bro ght into sight a post office. The post master, a dignified gentleman, stood in the doorway, and I could distinguish Harry House's face. Oh yes, Harry has done well. 20