Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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THE GLEANER 9 plates so I would l-l-lose my tip. Where in the World had I ever heard such talk before. My thoughts coursed backward and I remembered Chisel Fristate was the only one that talked that way. He was difficult to re- cognize, having a full-dress suit, while Chisel used to go about three-quarters dressed. The poor fellow dried me up as well as he could and I asked for directions to the stockyards. In his unusual maner he directed me fully. The way he tried to tell them, I thought he was full, too. I wondered through the stockyards and was im- pressed by this immense plant. Of especial interest was the manufacture of by-products, material which had been wasted but was now all used except, as they would say to denote their efficiency, the squeal. The guide told me they had a graduate of a famous agricultural school, Ira Mills, the great swine specialist, who was trying to use that insignificant portion of the pig in the manufac- ture of toy whistles. I always thought Piggy would elevate the swine industry some day and I believe he ful- filled his ambition. Very much elated over my trip I thanked the guide and went back to the station to jour- ney further. All my thoughts went backward as the train sped swiftly across the level miles before we reached the Rockies. What strange coincidence to meet so many who had been so close in friendship years before. The next stop was Denever, Colorado, a place noted for its scenery and sanatoriums. Of the number that I saw one in particular struck my attention. It was built of granite and brownstone, the contrasting colors being strong enough to attract a blind man, let alone an ordin- ary mortal like myself. I had no intention of visiting any of the sanatoriums but this one spoke out loud saying, Come on, Come on. I started up the hill and as I near- ed it I saw a good many people of fashion walking about the beautiful and well kept grounds. Amongst them was a middle-age man, flashily dressed in a grey and white suit, underneath the coat of which was noticeable a wonderful rainbow vest. From his scarlet cravat and fingers sparkled diamonds and the nether portion of his anatomy was encased in black slippers, topped by white silk socks. In addition to this unusual assortment of wearing apparel he seemed very popular with the ladies., I inquired his name and found him to bd Smil- ing Bob, whose full name was Robert Livingston. I went and introduced myself and immediately saw it was

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10 THE GLEANER my old classmate. I asked him what he was doing here and he casually mentioned he was proprietor of the sanatorium and doing very well indeed. You see, George, after becoming famous on the Keith vaudeville circuit I thought I might use my popu- larity in a different way than just traveling around and amusing people I could never know. So I hit upon this novel idea and thought I would try it., Well, you see, the results speak for themselves. I put my mania for colors to use and built it on a hill so people could see it for' miles around. It wasn't very long before I had the place fullf' He ended the story of his success with a sweeping gesture of the born actor. I felt no need for the climate of Denver and, after a few days, started for my destination. The sunshine of California seemed more attractive and I decided that here would be a resting place worthy of a man who lug- ged a right good pile of wealth. To me, motoring was a pleasure from my youth on up. Had I not enjoyed the rear seat of the old Farm School milk truck, even tho the old machine puffed like a horse with heaves on every little pull? So motoring I went, through all the usual routes and places of interest until I heard of Petaluna and the wonderful industry there. I came to a decision that the place must be visit- ed and I did. The acresi upon acres devoted to poultry- ing were staggering to contemplate. VVhat had given such dimensions to this industry? On visiting one of these plants I noticed a man deeply engrossed in a poul- try magazine. As I approached he turned around and handed me the article he was reading and exclaimed, See, sir, there is the truth at last. Thats how Petaluna got on the mapf' I noticed the headlines. They an- nounced to me How to Keep Your Chiken Young by Wm. Schneider. The substance of the article dealt with the early experiments of the writer with a devise that fastened over the beak of a chicken in such a way that the beak could not be blunted. His statistics show- ed that the devise prolonged the life a chicken three hundred per cent. So Snitz had made good. I knew of no way to see him in my now limited time so, I re- turned to San Franicsco. ' 'The limit was not yet reached because my wallet was still distended with greenbacks. Should I go across the seas to the south or visit the shores of Asia? The next boat to leave was bound for Chinese ports and, when it left, I was comfortably at homo on board. The