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ProphecyO, Muse! arouse thy slumbering fire;Entrust its power to me;That I may place above satireThe Senior prophecy.The wisdom of this noble class,For this they never lack,Urged them to choose whom none surpass,President Loyd E. Back.But soon the President will goAway from high school lore.Miss Hanna then will be you knowHis wife forever more.A man of genius next we see,While through the roll we trace,A lawyer with his LLD.,George Henley wants your case.While in the world of worth and fame,There comes a thought to me,Miss Helen Beck will change her nameA Doctors wife shell be.Miss Mclntire will leave the classTo live on Old Broadway.And as a Senators wife will passMany a happy day.For who would think that Melvin RhorerWould make a business man?Some say he owns a jewelry store,And grafting all he can.Sir Francis Reed, a noble knight.Whom all the world will meet,Is throwing money left and right,A sport, on Old Wall Street.John Bunnell is the English shark,Who knows it through and through,He thinks some day he’ll reach the markAs Prof. at old I. U.There is a man from foreign land,Of German type, I guess,Thus Butcher asked to “show his hand,”Teaching in B. H. S.And on our list is Telfer,A statesman, I maintain,Who with the powers of Webster,Goes Minister to Spain.Miss Chenoweth will go awayWith music as her art;And build a name in Germany,The smartest of the smart.When woman suffrage gets to beA thing we can’t prevent,Miss Nellie Burke we then will seeThe first Miss President.Though Harold Voliva’s not so small,He certainly means no harm.You’ll find him every spring and fallAt work down on the farm.Lucy D. on studies bent,To Euriope and abroad was sent.She “starts” in Physics, and of oldIn B. H. S. the tale is told.As Tommy Steinberg goes through life,Some think a high school teacher.Since Lucy said she’d be his wife,He’ll be a Baptist preacher.And there are some who seek the pen.They find it just their place,Who write a novel now and then,Gertrude, Delia and Grace.Fred Tourner said: “I’m somewhat meek;And from this school I’ll stop,For I can make two ‘bucks’ a week,In the old man’s tailor shop.”And through our brain there swiftly whirlsThe name of “Duffy” Dodds;A man who makes more love to girlsThan all the Roman gods.Please do not weep, for I must say,They’ll never more be seen.Their fortune lies quite far away,‘Tis Hazel, Botts and Greene.The papers say that Charlie Dunn,For we all wish him well,Has left the school that he might runThe Sixth Street Bowles Hotel.25Image alt-text: Black ink drawing of a witch with a smoking cauldron is mirrored on either side of the words “PROPHECY.” The drawing is signed B WILSON. |
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http://cdm17129.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/hs-bloom/id/962 |
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Bloomington High School |
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