Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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THE GLEANER I3 Upon my return to Sydney I learned that the next boat for the shore of Asia Minor left shortly. Therefore I hastened to prepare myself for another lap of mv journey. I had hoped to see Palestine and now oppor- tunity offered itself. The days on board were spent in discussing problems of the day. The greatest one was the election of a president for this republic. One of my fellow companions offered a wager that Brodie would win. Others would stand pat by their choice and I formed my own opinion. I knew Brodie. Here was one who had risen steadily since I last knew him and had pinned his signature on the top of the ladder. Hewas the choice of the farming population and was bound to win. Upon reaching Palestine we were detained in the harbor by a warship. Presently a boat pulled away and we were boarded by an individual of high rank, judging by his resplendent uniform. Following him came another of still higher rank. The first one caused the passengers to be assembled and began reading an order in Hebrew, signed by George Forman, the commander ,of the Jewish Navy. Madly I rushed and embraced the second man, who seemed to be an old sea-farer. So the dreams of Forman came true far beyond his expectations. His rise could only be com- pared to those of fiction. He did not dream at that mo- ment. His dignified appearance was marred by my rush but what did that amount to? Well George, so you didn't stick to the old game? I inquired. No George, I haven't seen a farm for a dog's age, he replied. But say., Brodieis the fellow that stuck. Do you know he's elected President of Palestine! Oh yes, he continued, Julius certainly hit it right. Palestine was his only aim. You'll go to visit him? Sorry but I can't. I have but a few days to see the coast and then America for mine. After a short eX- change of news wel parted, our ship moving along to its destination. I left behind me two who had not forsaken their ideals. - The sight-seeing trip along the coast was over and we were bound for the States. Travel is wonderful. thought I, but give me God's land. y We were upon the ocean and time passed slowly. I I desired a more comfortable seat and some refresh- ments so I hailed one of the passing stewards to get the required articles. Before me stooda man in trim uniform, with a shock of yellow hair protruding be-

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12 THE GLEANER and prepared to enjoy my stay. That evening my desire was to visit the theatre, the first one since I returned to civilized land. On my way down town I met the frequent placards Boxing tonight, .Iackson's Arena. Boxing was my favorite pastime, so I decided to forsake the theatre for the ringside. After great difficulty I finally managed to reach' a seat next to the ring. The fight opened on the stroke of eight and the card proved tow be a good one, referred by f'Shimky Bruno, one time middle-weight champion of Mexico. I gave no secondthought to anybody, as I had no acquaintance there. The referee stepped forward, a short, stocky man, and announced the preliminary. Gentlmen, in this corner we have Abe Dodger, champeen lightweight, of Melbourne, and in that cor- ner we have Kid Nee, of our city. The announcement seemed but a repetition of the ones made years before by Sydney Brunwasser, erstwhile dappler in the iistic art. VVhen I last saw him he was pulling away on a freight car from the farm on which we worked. Strange hap- penings had brought me to another of my old, friends. The evening wore on and the fights went by but I sat there dazed. After the bouts I went to the manager and asked to see the referee. . Alright, but donit get flip with that fellow. He's grouchy on the light-heads, and, with this admonition, I sought my man . He no sooner saw me than h.e rfan across and shook me by the hand. Had my appearance changed so little as to be so easily remembered? Well, Georgie, how's the boy? was his first ques- tion. VVhat itch drove you so far? He eagerly answer- ed my questions and I soon knew his whole history. He had landed in Mexico and started a general clean-up. Af- ter his fame was spread he went back to the States a.nd met Groman out in Arizona, where he had charge of a number of tractors. From there both had traveled to Australia, intending to start for themselves. But the gloves claimed Bruno and Groman went in for himself. You ought to see 'Dutchf was his comment. That boy's got some place. I arranged with him to see our clasmate and we both visited him. We found him in his office, superintending farm operations. Groman was so eager to relate his history as the rest. Afterihis advent ino Australia he had patented a devise to burn crude oil in engines and got a fine start. He assured me that it was the only life and I agreed with him.

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I4 THE GLEANER neath his cap. I gave my order and his Soitainly, sir, proclaimed him from New York. He returned and gave me a slip with the list to be signed. Thinking nothing of this usual routine of obtaining refreshments since the years when prohibition was first introduced, I complied. Did my eyes belie me? For upon the paper was the steward's signature, Leo Buskin. Are you this man Buskin? I asked him. Soitainly, sirj' was the prompt reply. Well, Buskin, don't you remember an old friend when you see him, queried. . Ah! By gosh, if it ain't Goldberg, and saying this, he made himself at ease. He gave his history, of his suc- cess at Cornell, etc., and the present position which he was induced to take by his brother. We enjoyed his leis- ure hours together until we reached the Metropolis. No more travel. I was bound for home. Only a few hours ride to my estatein New Britain, Pa. Even those hours were but as minutes and when I finally! got off at the ,station my faithful caretaker Braunstein was at hand. Good old Braunstein! He was trustworthy and competent of administering advice. I briefly related part of my travels and he cautioned me not to worry. He seemed excited about something but I forbore to ask him. At last he found himself unable to hold the news. Heard the news? was his laconic question. No, tell me about it. Why, ah, Daniels is Director of Farm School. What, Daniels, our old classmate? I questioned. Yes sir, and he deserves it. A fellow like him is hard to find. I mentally agreed that Danels was in the right place at last. The sinking sun gave to my home a beautiful ap- pearance It seemed the very picture of rest. I resolved that never more to roam should be my slogan. VVhy need I roam? Did not memory contain all the neces- saries for controlling the wanderlust? To me came the thoughts of old friends and of their successes. A knock. I did not comprehend its meaning until the accompanying Everybody up drove sleep from my eyes. The estate I had visioned was my room and my travels but the impressions in my dreams. I reached for the cord and the room was flooded with light. I con- sulted my clock and lay back for ten extra minutes to review my wonderful visions and to even up the score left unbalanced by the unmerciful hand of the call boy. CC GC GC