Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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12 THE GLEANER T-t-t-ten c-c-ents ad-dozen. Enough in a d-d-d-dozen t-t-to hang yourself. I I bought two dozen and with a second look I was convinced our beggar friend was Daniels.. So, Danny, you got your 'hunch' after all. Good for you. How's the boy? I-I-Pm g-g-getting along al-r-r-right. B-b-bisiness is g-g-great- I-I-I recently h-had a contract t-t-to de- liver al th-th-th- ' Spit it ou old boy. -the hairpins I can get to the follies. I do all their business in that linef' Say Danny, let me be your partner? Nothing doing Greenwald. I said, You'd butcher his buisenss in no time. You stay to the meat business. By the way, Charlie, is there any place about where I can get a bite? I haven't eaten since last night and now it is 10.45. Pm as hungry as a bear. You leave it to Charlie, he said, I'll take you to one of the finest cabarets in town, and owned by a classmate of ours. I couldn't recollect any of the old gang wanting to be a restaurant owner, and I told him so. But he answered, You can't, eh? Well you didn't get the hint. Didn't get the scent that's all. He is chief cook too. And that menu of ' his! chocolate dumplings eight times a day for a little more than the asking. You get 'em hot. And what wonderful bread he makes. He is the best loafer in town. Note the notes. That is another classmate playing a horn in front of the restaurant to draw the crowds- I certainly did enjoy that day in Chicago. But more than that, that 11.00 a. m. dinner was great. Morris Kraus was the owner of the restaurant. Swerdlow and Sam Cooper played to draw crowds and during the rush hour Sam-Sam, the wonderful Russian acrobat left his horn and came into perform his famous Rushin' tricks. Sometimes Swerdlow would help him bv wrest- ling with a piece of steak. That certainly was a wonder- fullv organized cabaret. Moish was the owner, did the managing. baking and cooking besides washing the dishes when Swerdlow's wife was sick. Swerdlow and Gam-Ram supplied the entertainment. and Sam-Sam tasted the milk once a month to see that too much dirt shouldn't be in it. The poultry was supplied from the great organization Itzy, Krauss SQ Getzel Taube Poultry

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THE GLEANER 11 on der watch from you, und you can find them easy then Vait voncef' Statman and his inventions again! Just like him, I thought. Presently Groman returned and I asked him if he was successful. Yes, said he, Dey vill vatch for you. But you must take dot odder train. Mine is all ga-smashed. Der boiler is busted und der smoke stack, I can't find him, und maybe two or three veels iss missing. So long, old boy und ven you come around again, just stop in und see der family. I bid him good-bye and left for the Windy City. While on the train I mused how strange it was that if some people will form a goal, they will strive for it no matter how laborsome the road to success is. Now there is a boy who knew only tractors and Hazel and he kept them in mind until he got them both. I don't doubt that but by this time he has Hazel- nuts from machinery. A night and a day on the train brought me to the City of the Sand Bags. The place had not changed much since I left it for school. I was walking about looking at old familiar silghts when some one bumped into me. Ugh, I said I beg your pardon sir, can't you see where you are going? Get out of my way with your cur. Can't a gentle- man walk into his oflice without bumping into every dirty beggar on the --Ye gods! Its Touff. Of all things !. Greenwald! Yes it was Greenwald, and to find you in the city when any one would think to iind you on a ranch! How come? Oh, those were only boyhood days. But I haven't left the butcher business. Gaze at that sign above my door- 'Swift Greenwald 85 Co? How's that! 'Swift Greenwald. At school you were 'fast, now your 'swift' VVhere do you live? On the skirts of the town. Got a nice cozy bunga- low for two - -. 1 Wait a minute. You say yo ulive on the skirts of the town and got a bungalow for two. I don't under- stand. So vouire doing good. Thats line. Say: who is this humpack along? He looks familiar. Homer! Get off that beggar! Just a minute old man, how much do you sell your shoe laces for?'i

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THE GLEANER 13 and Fertilizer Works situated at Pontaloonia, Wisconsin. They were well organized too. Krauss took care of the chickens and Taube supplied the fertilizers. They did not forget that co-operation is the keynote for sucessf' They had learn't it in their classes at Farm School and carried it on thru life. I forgot to mention that the' flour that MO1Sllod bread was made of came from the Headgear Hesch Hotv house Co. Hesch is making good too, tho he is not specializing. He took out his electric lights and uses moonshine to keep his place attractive at night. He is doing a flourishing business and is quite happy- My next destination after leaving Chicago was New York, the City of Bombers. I thought it best to use the sbrre leather line there. It was more enjoyable, cheaper and not such a close line as being railroaded over. Besides Ilhad plenty of time and who knew but what I wouldn't come across some of the boys. But it was not until I had trudged seven hundred and thirty-two miles before I did see some one. I was glad to meet him to be sure, but it was past my expecta- tions of him. It was quite saddening. He was a poor old soul, but as a farmer he was a wonder. He had corns all over his feet, calves on his legs and cauliflower on his face. I always did wonder why he had hares on his head. They could easily have fallen down on his shoulder blades and cut themselves. He must have had trouble with his daughter for when I first came up to him, he was mumbling to himself, You 'cantalopej you 'canta- lope.' You may think your beau's a 'seedy' fellow, but I'll make him 'hop.' VVhen I asked him his name it took me some time to find out he wasn't saying Hell, Hell, but Hill. Poor old Hill. He used to be such a handsome little youngster when I last saw him and now look at him. His wife must have been responsible for that. But after meeting Hill I did not see anybody I knew for three days when suddenly as tho it came to meet me, I found myself in a Farm School orchardll looked about and saw only students pruning trees. There must have been at least twelve to each tree- And what a conglomeration of students! Big ones, small ones, con- sumptives, imbiciles, 'boys and girls and the forever present soap box politicians. I wandered out in the orch- ard some fifteen minutes when I came upon Mr. Richly. But what a change! His once billard ball head was