The Kennewick courier-reporter. [volume] (Kennewick, Wash.) 1914-1938, 1928-05-10
CLASS PROPHECY
Lille DeHayen


= curtain of mystery, and vainly do We try tc
forteIl the uncertainty of destiny. .---
j With this thought in mind / ventured into the
tent of Crystal Gazer. Eagerly looked into the
depths of that whirling ball, and this is what saw
From no where, it seems heard the soft strains
of music, in the crystal appeared the picture OF
Earl and Silver, marching down the church isle
together, to enter upon the Holy Bonds of Matri-
mony. Before them, tall and somber, stood Rev
Garrett. Evidently the art Of tying knots, learned
by Freddy when sailor, is going to be of service
after all. The music died away and the picture
vanished.
dancers could distinguish familiar figure; none
other than Edna Kimpel This picture faded and
before by astonished gaze reflected sad sight
In the middle of spacious room stood Joe Sieg-
fried with revolver in one hand and bottle of
poison in the other. Contemplating which method
to USE On the floor lay note which read: "Heart-
less one: Ere the ink has dried upon these words,
shall be no more. Tilted Joe" There was flash
and the report of gun, the crystal became red
as blood, and on the floor lay the inert form Of
the foremost of our noble class.
A desert scene next presented itself and single
lone rider could be trailing after old, bony,
decrepid cow. Upon perceivng more closely, / rec
ognzed the familiar face of George Broughman, our
cowboy. -~s ~.ss--.-- Ea..
field of daisies. Walking hand-in-hand and plucking
thosse wide-eyed flowers that 'tnever TELL" were
Karl Reese and little Doll Frazier. Just what the
outcome of this will be, only the remote future can
tell. .eG- IT, z
This faded into oblivion and as waited; pitiful
wall of an infant mingled with the quiyerng notes
of lullaby, aroused me from sort of dreamy
revery From those clear depths saw none other
than Ethlyn Kilt bending cradle in which
were tucked twin infants. Grouped around her were
several other eager faced children and the song she
was singinw to them 'sWhen the Roll is Called"
Then there flashed a picture that grew very dis
tinct the outside of church could be and pac-
ing up and down in front of it was Chuck Warnock.
On his face there came look of distress and huml
iation as the truth dawned upon him. He had been
left waiting at the church!
Yet another picture came before me- 1t is In a
small art studio, and here / Violet Guernsey
working on full length portrait of Elga Mclean
who is posing Mars, the symbol of war. This
picture will probably be classed of the great
est of the seven wonders of the world
"a twanging guitar and the rustic of grass
skirt is the fore-runner of the next scene. / see
Harry Ebbett on the beach of Waikiki and the
charmer is Ora Mae Lyons. The Ebbetts are no
doubt spending their honeymoon beneath the spell
of the southern isles.
A loud volley of cheers greets the next picture
that comes before me, and see Mildred Doan just
as she dives into the ocean her attempt to swim
the Pacific. Fame and fortune awaits successful
trip But am not allowed to the fate of the
second foremost of the class of %.
The scene changes and we have peaceful quiet
scene in our police station. Chief Kinkaid and
Deputy Kratzer are comfortably seated in their
office waiting for some event to happen that will
need their aid. Lenard was elected to this high
Kenneth got his place for his noble character.
Now appears picture of billboard. and on it
can be seen the picture of Joe Brown who poses
and autographs Arrow collars "Ask the man who
wears one," is Joe's motto.
A grim and terrible countinence stares from be-
hind bars, deep down in the crystal ball, and dis
Germ the features of Don Fox, better known as
'Foxie", the bank bandit
Now / see doll factory and here at a table,
working. are Gerald Campbell and Verdella Mueller,
who are employed at making eyes,
So far none of the worthy members of our class
have entered the movies, but at last We have two
who have invaded the silvery screen. The scene is
one in which Cecil Boyer throws custard pies at
Margaret Crawford.
A loud crash of breaking dishes ushers in the
last scene none other than Lille DeHaven waging
domestic battle against her already henpecked
husband who vainly cries for arbitration.
The noise dies away and see the crystal clear
and placid before me. I mutter to myself as leave
the tents "Would that we all might have foresight
into the future if we could shape destiny ac-
cordingy."
CLUB SUMMARY
Joe Siegfried, Jr.
A MONG the various activities in X. III. s., which