Winamac High School - Totem Yearbook (Winamac, IN)

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af ' - ' ' j: ;; ' In a fine old country mansion Lived a bachelor girl so pretty. In the yard we saw some chickens. Playing ' round the door a kitten. In the window hung a birdcage, In the front yard planting flowrets Was the owner of the mansion; Looking close we saw ' twas Ota, Falling Waters said the prophet. In a building high and lofty. In a little room secluded. Working in his laboratory Working out life ' s newest problems. Bending o ' er with rapt attention. Stood our friend and classmate Alpha. Lightning Chief, the prophet called him. On the shores of the Atlantic In a city big and rushing. There she lived, our pretty Chubby With a sign, said Sweets, above her; Princess Dark Eyes said the prophet And the figure slowly vanished. On a street, ' twas in a city, Stood a figure so familiar. Strange he was in looks and actions. On his coat strange things were written — Shone these words Salvation Army. •Twas our classmate Howard Hodgen. Pow Wow Brave. the prophet called hin: In the great theatric cirles. In the role of Lady Portia, Far and wide among the nations Spread the fame of Fair Marcella. Handsomest of all the Maidens Sweet Wild Rose the prophet called her. In his store behind a counter In a city large and noisy. Stood a man we knew as Tony. Wealth he had to spare in plenty. But that even-handed justice, So perverse in song and story. Had denied a sweet companion To our classmate, to our Tony. Fair Haired Chief then spoke the prophet As the figure slowly vanished. All at once we heard a noise. Saw a great big automobile. Saw a man all bruised and bleeding. Saw a doctor come and get him. Saw that he recovered quickly By the skill of this great doctor; Then we saw that it was Walter, Saw that he had prospered greatly. ' Mitch, ' The Healer, said the prophet. Ne.Kt we peeped into a citv. There we saw the state assembly. In the speaker ' s chair sat Addis. Teachers Partner, said the prophet.

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ft Then we looked around the country. Saw the corn fields green and shining. Saw the land just freshly furrowed. Saw the plowman and his horses; ' Twas the boy we knew as Elie; Farmer Man then spoke the prophet. Next we saw a little cottage Neat and pretty in appearance. At the door there stood a woman Whom we recognized as Violet. Lily of the Praine, said he. And we knew that she had proven What her words had always told us, That she did not like the city. But the figure in the barnyard Was not one familiar to us. Saw the studio of an artist; Saw our dear old classmate Hilda; Saw that she had prospered greatly. There we saw the world ' s cartoonist. Funny woman said the prohpet. Then a vision rose before us Lovely in its every aspect, And we saw it was our Myrtle Going in the ways of fashion. Loved by all the lads and lassies. Butterfly spoke the prophet But she vanished very qucikly. Still another rose before us. Stranger still in all appearance, Twas the world ' s great annual field-meet And the wmner of the honors Was our classmate Hobe the Sport Chie Thus the aged prophet called him. On a platform in a city Stood a rampant suffrage lady. Stood our dear old classmate, Lillie, Talking of the rights for women; And we saw that she was noted For her fierce and fiery speeches. Heap Big Squaw then said the prophet. In the world ' s most famous playhouse. In the role of Charley Chaplin, Making all the people happy Laughing at his funny capers. There we saw a dark haired laddy And his acting looked familiar. Whereupon we bent more closely. Saw It was our erstwhile classmate. Ours who ' s gone but not forgotten; Ross The Prince of Sleep he whispered; Thus the aged prophet called him. Then another came before us. Showing us the Western Ranch land; On a broncho there, we saw him. There we saw our classmate William. Broncho Buster said the prophet.

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m % n a bright and sunny building Sa our little Irish Coleen Sa our friend and classm ate Gladys. Ro und about were many c hildren. Un their faces sweet contentment. ho they loved this gentle maiden. Lo ed her with the love o f childhood. Loved their kindergarten eacher. B eath of Springtime, s id the prophet Then we saw another vision. Saw a quaint old country churchyard, Saw a large procession enter. Saw the bride and bridegroom coming. Saw them bound in matrimony; Something there looked so familiar That we bent to look more closely And we recognized our Effie, Pretty in her bridal costume. Weeping Willow said the prophet. In a great and busy city. Manager of a department. There we saw our old friend Biffer; ' Chief of Money said the prophet. In a little lonely valley Twixt two mountains large and lofty. There we saw a rustic chaplet Covered o ' er with moss and ivy. Then we saw the people enter. Saw the pastor in the pulpit ; Looking close we saw ' twas Clovde, Member of the class of ' 16. Flowing Tongue the prophet called him. Then we saw our own first city. Saw the great inaugural hall. In the midst of dear old Glory Stood our classmate, tall and statelv. Stood our old friend, Buke the banker. From his lips the words were rolling Pledging that he ' d serve his country. Sleeping Beauty said the prophet. As the figure rose and vanished. Then they ceased; a sudden darkness Fell and filled the silent forest. Then It seemed we heard a rustle As of spirit passing by us; Heard the cracklmg of some branches. Underneath some stealthy footstep; Felt the cold breath of the night air. Then we found that we were standing Lonely m the gloomy forest; Saw no more the Indian Prophet, Sawn more the old chief ' s magic. Then we turned our footsteps homeward. Thoug htful that we knew our future. —Mabel Galbr