Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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Gleaner My next stop was Sandyville, New Jer- sey, at which place Leon Blumberg had a farm. As I walked down the road I saw a hay-load topple off a bridge into a large stream. I saw a boy jump from the load just in time to escape going over. I ran forward to see if I could be of any assistance. I asked the boy where he lived. He answered, I live up the road a little ways. So I said, All right, I'll take you home. To my sur- prise, he burst into tears, saying, Father wouldnit like it. I then questioned, Why wouldn't your father like it? But the little chap only continued to cry and would not answer. So I took him home. On the way I calmed him down a little and asked him what his name was and he answered, Leon Blumberg, Junior. When we reached the house, I saw no signs of his parents, so I said, Well, Junior, where is your father? The boy again started crying and replied, Father was in the hay! I immediately started back to the scene of the mishap, but was met half way by Blumberg, who had escaped unscathed, but was soaking wet. After he had changed into dry clothing he showed me around his farm. He had a fine general farm, a large orchard, and a good dairy herd besides. He informed me that Dave Brown had a large dairy place in New Jersey, not far from At- lantic City. I left Blumberg's farm and decided to spend a day in Atlantic City, and then return home. I was walking along Pacific Avenue, when I espied the fol- lowing legend on a window, Samuel Rosenau, Tailor. Outside, a sign read, Business Suits. I went in and asked him, How's business? and he answer- ed, Didn't you see the sign outside, reading 'Business Suits'? Nevertheless, I could see that Sam's business was in creasing! Sam informed me that he heard that Edward Schneider had gone to Africa to trade with the Zulus, and had been hailed by them as a brother. Sam also told me that Leo Gottleib, PAGE TWENTY-FOUR our soldier boy, had a poultry and fruit farm near Farm School, and also gave lessons in baby-chick raising to the Farm School students. Just then I saw Samuel Kapler pass- ing on the street. He was dressed Very stylishly and looked quite rich. I hailed him, and asked him what he was doing. He then told me that Louis Gottleib and he had established a queer partnership. Kapler lived in Atlantic City, and Luke lived in San Francisco, so that in this manner they kept plenty of money be- tween them. Rosenau and myself thought that it was quite an ingenious scheme. Bidding them farewell, I went to my plane and returned home. I went to sleep that night and dreamed of the com- ing class reunion, when the good old class of Nineteen-twenty-five should once more assemble in Farm School. Kenneth B. Mayer. T Sc H neider Al E Xander M. M. C ohien B L umberg K A pler Ro S enau Gold S tein as as Br O wn F inkelstein as ek Cop Got T lieb Sch W artz M. E. Cohi E n Gree N Got T lieb, Luke Ma Y er ae :xc El F rey R I nenberg Rabino V itz Dor E ll Paul Bunyan

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cbleaner Sweeney, his superintendent, who ac- cused him of knocking down fares, and was sentenced to die by electrocution. He was put in the electric chair and the current turned on, but it never phased him. Again the current was turned on, and he did not bat an eyelash. The con- nections were inspected, and found to be perfect. Again the juice was tried, but had no effect on the man. Puzzled, they called in the great electrician, Alfred Elfrey, who, after learning the facts of the case, said: You can't kill this man by electrocutiong he is a non-conduc- tor! Rinenberg then showed me a poem in the paper, written by George Green, en- titled, Love and Dumb : He asked her on the back porch, On a moonlit starry night, Alas, he was excited, And did not get it right, You cannot live without, I And each other must us have we, So are you tell I will me If us marry won't she? The poor girl was dumbfounded, And knew not what to say, But opened up her mouth And poured forth words this way. Oh, dear boy, how me love us And me too love I we, But you we I are never Is able can us marry. Me a1'e a husband has got, Him is I much do loves, Alas, I is not are you have I, Nor can it ever was. After commenting on the genius that could evoke a poem like that, we reached our destination and got off. We then proceeded to Rabinowitz's oflice. After greetings were exchanged, I told them both of my plan. They both prom- ised to aid me if they saw any of our classmates whom I could not reach. As it was getting late, we all went to a restaurant for our evening meal, and then went to a minstrel show. To my surprise, I recognized the end man, al- though he was blackened up. my old classziiate, Mark Goldstein! He recited a poem called Ice Cream and Cake, which was very sweet, and he also sang a song entitled, Chlorine Blues. which sure was a knockout. I saw him after the performance, and he said he was tickled skinny to see me. I replied, Don t you wish it? I then told Fats about our class reunion, and he promised to attend. I then went to my hotel and retired for the night. The next morning I set out in my plane for Cleveland, the home town of two of my classmates. Arriving there, I soon found Benjamin Alexander, who was a landscape architect. He had designed the landscape gardening around many of the public buildings in Cleveland, and was now very successful. We then went to see Asher Finklestein, who had a pawnshop in Cleveland. As Abie's busi- ness was dull, we took him to see a ball game. But Asher became excited when the umpire called Three Balls, and looked straight at the rising young pawnbroker, and Asher thought that he was casting reflections on his business. So we took him home again. Alexander informed me that Dorell had a large dairy farm in Iowa and was making out well. He said he would write and tell Bill about our proposed reunion. The next day I left Cleveland and headed for a place called Crayling, near Bald Mountain, in Montana, where the Cohien brothers, Martin and Meyer, had a Health Farm. When I arrived there I met Mart first and I hardly recog- nized him-he had some hair on his head! Then Mike came up, and so they took me around their farm. There were about twenty-five men on their Health Farm, all living the t'Physical Culture way. The Cohienls raised fruit, grain, vegetables and strong men. I stayed at their place over night and the next day headed back East. PAGE TXVIZNTY-THREE

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