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being especially interested in Y. W. C. A. work; Cora Zieglar, from the
Golden State.
This completes the class register with one exception—the humble
speaker, whose duty it has been to give you these few rambling bits of his
tory concerning his classmates. My experiences on the journey here were
thrilling, having been ship-wrecked and stranded on an island for a week,
until I almost despaired of ever reaching my destination. After many
trials to reach Chemawa I arrived here from Kodiak, one of the Aleutian
Islands, in February, 1912. To my surprise and pleasure I found that
Michael MacLeod was not regarded as a stranger, but was well known,
the officials having formed his acquaintance through the many letters that
were exchanged in the years previous to his arrival. I consider myself
fortunate in being privileged to be a member of the band and a pupil-
assistant to the office force. Aside from this, I deem it an honor to have
my name on the roll of the Reliance Literary Society.
In listening to this history you doubtless have recognized that this
class as a whole has shown diversified talents, and all have grasped the
opportu nities \\ hich are so freely offered at this training school. To many
of us the education we have obtained here will be our only capital in be
ginning life, and whatever of wealth and honor we may hereafter win
in the world, we shall be largely indebted to our dear school at Chemawa
for the means of success.
CLASS PROPHECY
CO RA Z IE G L A R , New R iver Tribe; California
REAMS are elusive. They slip from the memory and
cannot be recMled. Neither their stability nor their
correctness can be relied upon. The facts I shall re
late come from the only source from which accurate
information of eventsof the future may be obtained—
from the place where the future is foreordained. This
account is authentic and covers the entire life of each
individual.
The first whose secrets will be revealed is the heavyweight and cham
pion athlete of our class. He is noticeably a good looking fellow, broad
shouldered, and neither too tall nor too short. With his rare smile, he
proves that dimples are not altogether unbecoming to boys. His pres
ent occupation is painting in oils—linseed oil and white lead. He will
have a large house, beautifully painted, situated on extensive grazing
lands in Montana. He loves to rest at home with his wife and children