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

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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

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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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14 THE HIGH SCHOOL HERALD. it would! There is a wonderful fascination in parting the clouds that veil the coming years, if olny for a moment. But stay! Am I dreaming or is the crystal clouding again? Will it after all tell us something more, when we thought it’s revelations were at an end? Yes—I see dimly, a shadowy form gradually manifesting itself—it is a high, brick, ivy-covered building, the old W. L. H. S. and dimly as in a dream, and ming- • ling with the shadows I see faces smiling at me—the faces of the Class of 1919. And slowly, slowly, above the smiling faces there begins to glow golden letters growing at last distinct enough for me to read. And what do they say—these magic letters— twisting and turning among the green leaves of the ivy: “We have gone out of ‘School Life into Life’s School’ and the Windsor Locks High need never be ashamed of us: for we. thirteen in number have builded a foundation worthy of mention.” Helen Groves, ’19. CLASS WILL. Know all men by these presents, that I, the Spirit of the Class of 1919, of Windsor Locks High School. Town of Windsor Locks, County of Hartford, State of Connecticut, being of sound and disposing mind, do here¬ by make, declare, and publish this, my last will and testament, and all former instru¬ ments drawn by me are hereby revoked. Having been allowed mv allotted time by the faculty and FRESHMAN Class of Windsor Locks High School and being absoltuely and undoubtedly sane, as the combined medical force of Windsor Locks can testify, I feel the keen necessity of placing some conditions upon the following bequests. I give devise, and bequeath to the Junior Class the honor of trying to adequately replace the Senior Class and occupying part of one row of Senior seats, seats which we sincerely hope they will fill much better than they did their Junior seats. I give, devise, and bequeath to the Soph¬ omore Class a wooden medal, as a reward for being the champion talkers of all school classes in the State of Connecticut. I give, devise, and bequeath to the Fresh¬ man Class the largest bunch of violets pro¬ curable with the 1919 surplus Class funds. May these blue violets, modest, unassuming little flowers that they are ever remind you of your FRESHman days at the Windsor Locks High School, when you were the most quiet, modest, shrinking, self-effacing, un¬ assuming, and altogether inconspicuous class that ever did or ever will enter the Windsor Locks High School. To Malcolm MacD onald, Kathryn Nolan gives a pair of her old suction sole shoes, so that the next time he endeavors to demonstrate to his friends some new “jazz” steps he won’t fall bang on the floor and run the risk of incurring some permanent injury that will put an end to future jazz¬ ing. To Joseph Hawley, Fred Warns leaves a smile. To Eleanor Root, Isabelle Root leaves her Smith Motor Bicycle in order that she may save herself many steps in looking up historical facts and references in connec¬ tion with her school work. To Anna Lyons, Anna Leary gives her own private wireless outfit with invisible antennae, so that she may in the future entertain her friends Kvithout danger of interruption. To Carl Larson, Ellsworth Cutler gives a carefully worked out formula for a mag¬ ical compound, a formula which has recently been comDleted in the Windsor Locks High School Chemical Laboratory. This com¬ pound, Cutler claims, has withstood a 100% efficiency test in curing young men’s hatred- for the weaker sex; we all sincerely hone that Carl will use this little gift, especially when a new class of girls arrives at the Windsor Locks High School. To Joseph Halloran, Raymond Kilty leaves his ability to get along after regu¬ lar hours, verv modestly and quietly. To John Shaughnessy, George Wallace gives something entirely new to the school world, in the form of a seat on wheels. Thanks to this timely invention, in the fu¬ ture the faculty will not need to keep the whole western front of the assembly room in perpetual motion in order to move John here and there, where he will be seen more and heard less. To Dorothv Parsons, Fred Warns leaves all his old broken violin strings (49 in num¬ ber) so that the next time Dorothy is sched¬ uled to entertain the school she can’t offer the same old alibi. To John Ferguson. Mae Nugent leaves a hydroplane, so that the next time John goes hunting ducks on a well known island less than a thousand miles from here, and his friend goes off with the boat, leaving John marooned on the island, the aforesaid