Windsor Locks High School - Herald Yearbook (Windsor Locks, CT)

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12 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. heavily did this duty weigh upon my mind that for days and weeks I racked my brains trying to find some way in which to foretell coming events with accuracy and veracity. I thought of telescopes, magic mirrors, tea cups and many other methods but could de¬ cide upon no way in which to begin. One moonlight night as I was sitting in the arbor on the lawn, watching the moon as it glided silently along the damp myste¬ rious chambers of the air, I saw an old wo¬ man approaching me. As she came nearer I noticed that in her hand she held a large crystal ball. To move, I was unable so the only thing I could do was to stay there. I greeted her and she answered in a very friendly fashion, asking what was troubling me and if she could help me in any way. Classes will come and classes will go, but I was sure that the Class of 1919 would go on forever, so I told her I would like to know where my classmates would be eleven years from this very night. She informed me that she had the power to help me; then she handed me the ball which she had been carrying very carefully and told me that if I would turn it slowly three times, I would be able to foretell the future of the one of whom I was thinking, provided I could concentrate to the very best of my ability. With trembling hands I seized the ball and was about to thank her when she dis¬ appeared, leaving me with this magic crys¬ tal held closely in my hands. Eagerly I gazed into the crystal and to my amazement and delight, slowly, vision after vision came and went before my eyes; and each one told me of the future of about half of them, Helen Groves came in to spend the evening with me and wishing to share my good luck with my friend I let her read the future of the remainder of the class. To-night we will again call up the visions we beheld in this magic crystal and we will t ell you what we see. I see a large class room and the teacher is speaking. There is something familiar about her. The pupils are taking notes. A second look at the teacher and I find that it is Teresa Rooney and that she is an in¬ structor in a New York Commercial school. I am not at all surprised for back in the old days spent in the Windsor Locks High, Teresa had won fame as the fastest short¬ hand writer that had ever entered the High School. I see Anna Leary as the editor and pub¬ lisher of the world’s most famous paper— “Windsor Locks Daily Spectator.” Do not be surprised at the future profession of Miss Leary for during the last year we spent under the roof of the W. L. H. S. Anna seemed to contribute a number of notes to the business manager of the High School Herald, whether or not these notes contained matters for our school paper, the High School Herald, we are at loss to say. But suffice is to say that the Spectator now has a wide circulation in Windsor Locks, Ware¬ house Point and Enfield street. I see a large field on which a baseball game is being played. Great excitement is raging among the spectators for the score is tied and it is nearing the last half of the ninth inning. ‘There are two outs and then the world’s most distinguished plaver takes the bat. He strikes out twice and then amid the lusty shouts of the fans, ringing loud and clear the ball is sent flying through the air and over the fence. As I watch this player he seems to be familiar and as he reaches home plate I recognize him as our most famous baseball player of the High School team. It is no other than Wilfrid Callahan. It doesn’t seem strange to see Callahan run so fast for I know that he had ouite a little experience racing over the Warehouse Point bridge to catch the 5.45 car after he had taken a long, but pleasant walk to the northern part of the town for a reason I had better not mention. 1 see a large room. Its walls are lined with shelves which contain a number of bot¬ tles. This place is not at all familiar to w but wait, what can a drug store or chemical laboratory have to do with the future of any of my classmates? I see a large desk, noar which stands a young woman whom I finally recognize as Helen Groves and fmm the work she is doing at a large desk in the corner, I can understand that she is head bookkeeper for this large chemical wholesale house. I see a vast room filled with neat white beds arranged in orderly rows. The odor gradually assailing my nostrils tells me that it is a hospital. A shout of joy from the little tots in the beds tells me that their favorite nurse is coming . She enters. There must be a mistake for I have never seen any face which resembles the one nmv showing in this ball. No. there is no mis¬ take for the nurse is talking and her manner tells me that it is Jessie Wadsworth. Jess’e must be in a second heaven for back in those golden days spent in the school on the hill Jessie often said that her greatest ambition was to be a nurse. I see a large room in which are seated a number of men and. how very strange!

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. 11 correction. In a few minutes the big guns are hammering away again but this time they are registering direct hits, thanks to the daring aviator. Airplanes were also of great use to the navy for besides being used for bombing purposes they were of great value in de¬ tecting submarines. An airplane flying at comparatively low altitude can see a sub¬ marine far below the surface of the water; and after detecting the under sea craft, signals a destroyer which drops depths charges that will sink the “sub.” One of the most important special uses to which the airplane is particularly adapted is mail carrying. The post office depart¬ ment has experimented along this line for a long time—the first mail being carried in 1912. No regular mail routes were estab¬ lished until last year but now there are sev¬ eral routes over which mail carrying planes fly, nearly every day. When these lines are more firmlv established, say in five years’ time, it will be a common every-day matter to receive mail by airplane service. Just imagine that you need some special part for a machine and it was necessary to send to New York in order to procure the necessary article. You would simply telegraph to the firm in New’ York, and receive your piece of machinery in about two hours’ time by aerial parcel post. Important deliveries could be made between dif- derent parts of the country with great rapidity, thus saving time and increasing the enormous output of our manufacturers. The airplane can go where trains cannot. For example, along the Colorado river in the canyon district there are places where it is necessary to make detours of fifty miles in mail routes in order to reach a bridge. An airplane could sail right across the river. The number of mail routes already established will soon be in¬ creased as the planes become better devel¬ oped and people begin to realize the practi¬ cal value of air service. Hardly anyone doubts now that the airplane will some day be used as a means of transportation. Dur¬ ing the war as well as at the present time, airplanes carried passengers from London to Paris. A number of the peace delegates recently crossed the channel by airplane making the journey in a few hours. The latest achievement relating to this matter occurred auite recently when the U. S. Navy plane— N C— 4 —commanded by Lieut. Commander Read crossed the Atlantic ocean. The total time spent between his departure from Rockaway, N. Y., and his landing in Spain was more than that re¬ quired by an ordinary steamship, to make the same journey, but his flight must b§ compared to Columbus’ first trip across, which took about nine weeks compared to the present day time of about eight or nine days. With a corresponding development in the airship, we can expect regular trans¬ atlantic flights in about ten years; and by “regular flights” I mean trips that will be safe for ordinary passengers, rather than merely some daring adventure. Another field for aviation is forestry survey. A man in an airplane can do more accurate and extensive survey work in a few hours w’hen forest fires are raging than is usually accomplished by twenty rangers in a week. With wireless stations estab¬ lished on mountain peaks, in the chief dan¬ ger zones, it would be a comparatively easy task to assemble men to check and ex¬ tinguish the flames. Airplanes might also be used in connec¬ tion with Life Saving Stations. It might be impossible for a plane to go out during the period of a severe storm but there is always a calm in the air after a storm as well as before, while the high seas make it impossible for a life-boat to live. The aii plane could fly out over wmecked ships car¬ rying the ropes that would mean life to the helpless men. We have seen some of the uses that may be made of the airship, and let us hope that our aviators will strive with true patriotic zeal to bring America to the very front in airplane development. Raymond Kilty, ’19. PROPHECY.—PART I. Noah Webster, a famous American, in his big book commonly called the dictionary, states that a prophet is one who foretells events or in other words a prophet is a peeper into the future. By general con¬ sent of my classmates I am greeting you this evening as one of those peepers into the future. I do not know how the class ever learned that I was a prophet unless they recall that once I predicted that the Class of 1919 would have a class day. I found that an easy task, however, compared with the great problems of parting the clouds which veil from all eyes but mine the future of my classmates. Let me assure you dear friends, that so

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THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. 13 There is only one woman among them. All is silent. The woman rises and takes her place on the platform and begins to speak, something in her appearance and forceful expression carries me back to Windsor Locks High School days. As she continues I discover that it is our old classmate, Mae Nugent. I am not at all surprised for Mae was considered the greatest orator of our class. She is now the representative from the Seventh Senatorial District and seems to be the first woman in the country to hold such an honorable position. Gladly would I reveal to you the future of the remainder of the Class of 1919, but I w : sh my friend to have the opportunity of telling you the visions of the f uture which she saw that fateful night, so now. Helen, I give the crystal to you. May your in¬ terpretations be clear and true. Kathryn Nolan, ’19. PROPHECY—PART II. Never before had I had the opportunity of looking into one of these curious crystals, so rest assured that I will make the most of the occasion; if you will lend me your attention for a few moments. I will relate to you the future of my classmates. The time I recognize as the Year of our Lord 1930. The first scene carries us into Paris, France, into a beautiful studio—a studio that must belong to some noted person, so grand it is. And the artist, no other than my classmate, Kathryn Nolan, who has be¬ come one of the most distinguished artists Paris has ever known. Kitty is painting what must be her masterpiece—“The rulers of the World United at the Peace Confer¬ ence of 1919.” The next scene is the United States Sen¬ ate in session, the President is sitting in his place and he is familiar to me. He is quite tall and very stout, which one of my class¬ mates can he be? Oh! George Francis Wallace. President Wallace is trying to restore order in that most dignified body of Senators. He is pounding on the table in front of him, but all in vain; for he wants to veto a bill of which the Senators are very much hi favor. This must remind George of the class meetings he used to conduct for the Seniors at school. Wallace was always a good President for our class and I knew that sometime he would succeed in being the worthy President of our U. S. A. Now we discern the interior of the New York Hippodrome, in which is seated a vast audience—4he curtain .is rising, while a great applause is heard from the spec¬ tators. All noise is hushed, when Fritzie Warns, the world’s greatest comedian ap¬ pears on the stage. I am not surprised to find Fred doing so well in the world, for we all knew him to be the wit of our class. The scene changes and we are in Seaver Hall of Harvard University. Here the in¬ structor in charge looks like someone I have met before. Of course, Professor Ray¬ mond Earl Kilty is addressing a class in French. Raymond has tried hard for the past eleven years to be a champion ball player, but owing to utter defeat, has changed his vocation to that of a French professor, and is teaching the pupils to parlez-vous francais. Oh! hear that sweet melodious voice that is rising from the midst of a large singing class. Some of the pupils I recognize as Mdme. Schumann-Heink, John McCormack, Galli-Curci, Caruso and many other noted masters of talent. And the teacher, she is tall, red-haired, blue-eyed and most elabo¬ rately dressed in gleaming pearls; she has not changed one bit from the Anna Oates of the olden days to the Mdme. Oates whom we see in the crystal. She has become the most popular singer in the world. The next classmate as I can readily see is Isabell Root, still the quiet, unassuming Bell. She has shown more patriotism to her country than any other member of the class of ’19 by marrying a well-to-do farmer of Warehouse Point. Just at present Tsabell is viewing her vast stretch of prop¬ erty, with the hope of discovering a gold mine or some valuable diamond-bearing rock. Now an airplane is advancing fast to the foregro und, but I cannot seem to recall which one of the class the young aviator is. The crew consists of a band of suffragettes on their way to the capitol at Washington. As they come nearer, I recognize Ellsworth Cutler. He has become a very efficient lawver and was verv helpful to the ladies of Windsor Locks, in obtaining for them the rieht of Woman Suffrage; and in order that they may reach their destination un¬ harmed. Lawyer Cutler has taken upon him¬ self their problem of transportation. Read¬ ily, can it be seen that he is as much of a woman hater as ever (not specifying how much that is) We have now revealed to you the future of ail our class; and I suppose our magic crystal will tell us no more. But how I wish