Central High School - Blue and White / Pnalka Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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VOLUME IV I'l1z1ntller Bennitt, hurl not been hearcl from. No one of the party seemefl to know anything of him. Finally I resolvetl to go to the Pole, where was that famous rostrum from which all great orutors eznne to speak. So next morning I got up :incl took 21 Convenient trolley which lzlnclecl me hy the I'0sll'llll1. A main was speaking, but it wus not Bennitt. I went through the reeorcls. His name clicl not 21171302112 lfinzllly I ztskecl the guurclian of the plzlee if he had heurtl of Bennitt. After 11 ITIOIHCIIIVS hesitation he repliecl that he hzulg that liennitt haul zlppeurecl one clay and stztrtecl to speak, nor clirl he leave the rostrum until ejeetecl. This clicl not troulmle him, so he was IIILIFOOIICCI on ll distant islztncl, with the neeessaries of life and unlimited elmnee to talk to the hest person created,shimsi-lf. ge' s 4: ' '.gi.? C fi x'c W 3' 2 3 IZ is Faye L27

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CZTHE 'PNALKA ment of Robert Nye and Frances Ronaldson was made public. Among the advertisements appeared the following: Dictionaries to take with you on your travels, edited by Arthur Lines. For particulars apply to Manager Francis Hicks. Very pleasing features of this paper were two short stories by Louisa Baker and Gladys McGregory. We were soon startled by the stopping of our craft and the announcement that we had arrived at our destination. After gathering up our belongings we hustled into the hotel bus. The driver turned as we entered, and we instantly recognized Paul Martin. We asked Rube if he was married, and he said he certainly was, and that his wife, Lillian Pannier, was very happy. He told us that the hotel was kept by Philip Parker, with Mrs. Parker, formerly Marion Lewis, as his chief assistant. The office staff consisted of Ralph Miles and Dorothy Upson. Miles was the bellboy and Dorothy was the cook and waitress. On our arrival we met the aforesaid and had a delightful supper. After supper we all settled around the fire and talked over old times. It appeared that Brad Patterson and Phil Palmer had both disappeared in their search for hidden land beyond the North Pole. We all went to bed that night very tired. The night seemed short when, promptly at 7 o'clock, we were awakened. After breakfast we went out onto the main street to look about. We hadn't gone far when the sign, Insurance, met our eyes, and there sat Malcolm Sherwood in the window, reading a paper. We went up there and met him. We noticed that he had surrounded himself with old acquaintances, for Mildred Mitchell and Grace Wheeler were on the office force. Male offered to show us about town, and we accepted very gratefully. The next block to his was the dressmaking and millinery establishment of Madelyn Moore and Barbara Buxton. The store was open, so we went in, and saw Eloise Knox, Beatrice Buxton and Grace Anderson acting as clerks. They knew us, and so we passed quite a little time there. Sherwood next directed us to the Gumdrop Harbor Hair-Dressing Parlor, kept by Alma Walker. We talked with Alma, but missed her assistant, Lora Pease. On our exit we ran into Marjory Ladd, and Josephine de Mon- tigny. They were hurrying to a teachers' convention, so could only stop to say hello. After they had passed I looked into the Directory Number of the Recorder which I had carried in my pocket since I left New York. I found I had seen every member of the class. No! One was still missing-our former president, Page 26

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'C' H E 'P N A L K A Prophecy on Prophets BY CHANDLER BENNITT In Springfield once more! Back to my native city after being a total stranger to it for some twenty-odd years! It seemed almost too good to be true, but as there was no reason to doubt the veracity of the dusky-hued porter who had just opened the door at the end of the car and bawled out Springfield! I gathered up my luggage and prepared to get off. Upon alighting from the palatial monorail pullman, the first thing I beheld was a billboard. Hm! Springfield hasn't progressed much! But this particular billboard attracted and held my attention. Bill- boards don't usually move like that, I remarked to myself, and began to entertain serious doubts of my sanity. The thing was flying! Now it came nearer and hovered in front of the station, so I was enabled to get a good view of it. I breathed easier after finding that it was nothing but an ordinary sandwich man, equipped with the latest collapsible vest pocket edition fiying machine. But now that my curiosity had been aroused, I read the advertisement which he bore. Final tour of the United States! The celebrated German Actress, Fraulein Marie von Ballentein, with All-Star Cast, in 'Alt Heidel- berg.' Say. I said confidentially to a passerby who had been inspecting the same ad, I used to know her -pointing to the headlines- before she changed her name like that. He tapped his head significantly. You're crazy, he said, and passed on. I passed on too. I strolled up the main business thoroughfare, whichgriespite the early hour, was filled with hurrying people. just as I was passing a handsome granite skyscraper bearing the sign, f'Central Trust Co., a shrill wail rent the air-or, to be more exact, snarled it up and tied it into knots. Then: You Fay Woodburn Williams, git outen here 'fo I steps on yoh tail again. Heavens! I gasped, do I hear right, or is this really insanity? Determined to solve the mystery at any cost, I entered the aforesaid building, only to find an irate negro janitor Hourishing a broom and muttering threats at a big yellow cat which had evidently interfered with the process Page 28