Hallowell High School - Venture Yearbook (Hallowell, ME)

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20 The VENTURE until the past year he had gained a full partnership. He and his wife had an attractive home in Newton, and he commuted into Boston every day. Mrs. Miller made us very welcome, and we settled down for a good chat with her while Harry and John showed the boys about the farm. We asked her about the Somerville beauty shops, as Erlene wanted to get a wave that morning. She di- rected us to the one she patronized, which was run, she said, by a Mrs. Boothby. After we reached Somer- ville, we contented ourselves with a brief greeting to Leonard, and leav- ing the boys to talk with him, sought the beauty parlour. When we got inside, we found in the proprietor another of our old Hallowell High chums. I suppose you can all guess which one this was, but lest you should be unable to, I will tell you the secret. It was Evelyn Hallett. She said that she studied at the Lancing School of Beauty Culture in Portland the summer after gradua- tion, and when Lloyd got an excel- lent position in Somerville, they were married and came on there. She opened her beauty parlour soon after her arrival, and was now making more money than Lloyd. We asked her about Anna Emery, feeling sure that she would know. She said that Anna was a successful music teacher back in Hallowell. Anna used to be a good player, even in the old days in Hallowell High, and after her years of study in Bos- ton, under the best instructors, she must now be unusually good, both as teacher and as a soloist. She was playing in an orchestra, too, Evelyn said, and helping in church and club work. Though she had stayed in Hallowell, she was, perhaps, the busiest one of us all. Evelyn said that Helen Morgan had worked in an Augusta office for nearly a year after graduation, then had married her Massachusetts friend and was now living in Brock- ton. We decided that we'd have to drive over to see her some week end. Dorothy Church had become an efficient commercial teacher and was now on the faculty of Gardiner High. She had gone to Shaw's Business College, Portland, soon after gradua- tion from high school, and had taught first in Hallowell, then in Gardiner. Reminded of high school days, we wondered on which side she cheered at ball games. Paulina Clark, had, We found, realized her ambition to be an ath- letic director. She had gone to the Sargent School, Boston, where she had taken an extensive training course and was now physical director in Bangor High. Harold Choate had become a mid- get sheik in the movies. He had first appeared on the silver screen about two years after graduation, having, in the meantime, tried various jobs and found none of them easy. He was making good at this art, and was soon to be starred in a new Para- mount production. Why didn't you bring Violet with you? Evelyn demanded of Erlene. asked Erlene, puzzled, I bring her! I don't Violet '? How could know where she is. But you day g she Filene's. Violet Ingalls head designer! She must be the 'Madame Susanne' they talk about. Wish I'd known that before! I've never seen her. I never would have suspected Violet of being able to speak French like that. I'll go up to her oiiice tomor- row and introduce myself. By the time Erlene's wave had been put in, the boys were at the door, waiting for us. They were full of news. Leonard had told them where several more of our Hallowell wear her models every is head designer at

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The VENTURE 19 Having arrived at the theatre a few minutes early, we looked around to see what changes had been made since our last visit. As the orches- tra filed in, I thought that one mem- ber looked rather familiar. When the overture began, I looked again, and there was Leo Sheldon, playing his cornet as unconcernedly as ever he did back in the old high school days. - The curtain rolled up, and the play began. We hadn't read our pro- grams carefully, and so were much surprised when Donald Kellogg and John' Scott appeared upon the stage, Donald in an emotional part and John in that of a comedian. After the performance, we waited a few min- utes sand managed to find all three of our' classmates. We held an in- formal 1927 reunion right there in the lobby of the theatre. To our surprise, we found that Errol Ridg- well was the new manager of the theatre. We all agreed to meet the next day and celebrate. Erlene thought she could get off for one day, and there was no matinee at the theatre to keep the others. The next morning the boys and Erlene came out to Cambridge in Errol's big car. In the course of con- versation, we found that Donald and John had been playing parts in Shu- bert productions for the past year, and that Errol had been business manager for the Shuberts for a somewhat longer period. Leo, too, had been in that orchestra for nearly three years, though we had never happened to see him in any of our visits to the theatre. The boys suggested going to Som- erville, where Leonard Stephenson was a prominent lawyer. Leonard always used to be a splendid debater, and I had often wondered if he were turning this talent to advantage. Donald said that he had gone to Har- vard Law School, and then directly to Somerville, where he soon built up a good practice. Errol had had a letter that morn- ing from Charlie Gatchell. -Charles, a well known tennis champion, had just won the Longwood cup, and was thinking of entering an international tennis match to be held in Paris that summer. We took rather a roundabout way from Cambridge to Somerville, that we might enjoy the spring-like atmo- sphere and see something more at- tractive then rows of brick-and-stone oiiice buildings and apartment houses. As we were going through a farming section, we noticed a mail box with the name H, Miller upon it. We turned around and drove back to it, just on the chance that the house might be that of our form- er classmate. We drove in the yard, and found that it was indeed Harry Miller, who lived there. He had realized his ambition of owning a poultry farm, was married to his young lady friend from Portland, and was exceedingly prosperous. He called in his hired man, and we were astonished to find that it was John Murphy. We had always thought that John was a ladies' man, but had thought chickens Qof the school-girl varietyj more in his line than hens. However, you never can tell! Harry said that Ruth Johnson was teaching in a rural school not far from there. She had told him that Reta was married and teaching in Augusta, Maine. Ruth and Reta had gone through Farmington Normal School together. Ruth had come di- rectly to Massachusetts to teach, while Reta had taught a year in a Maine rural school, then became Gray and got a position in one of the Augusta schools. Harry also said that Walter Ham- ilton was in Boston, on the way to becoming a famous architect. He studied at the Wentworth Institute, then entered the ofiice of a firm of prominent Boston architects, where he had been steadily working upward

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The VENTURE 21 classmates might be found and what they were doing. Reginald Trask, after a long hard struggle, had made the Braves' baseball team. College and long training had added to his high school skill, so that he was a valuable member of that famous organization. Margaret Turner had married a tall, good-looking young chap in the insurance business Qthey couldn't seem to remember his nameb. He was a successful young business man, and she a happy young matron. This was rather a surprise to me, as to some of the others, for Margaret, in her high school days, had never shown any inclination towards the opposite sex. Scott Treworgy was a minister, pastor of the First Congregational Church, Lewiston. After graduating from high school, he Went to Bates and then to Bangor Theological Semi- nary. From Bangor he returned to Lewiston, as assistant to the pastor of the First Congregational Church, and when the latter accepted a call to Portland, Scott was invited to take his place. He is very Well liked. Leonard said, and his people hope that he will remain with them in- definitely. Francis Wingate, had, I knew, en- tered the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, but where he had gone after he had taken his B. S. degree I had never heard. Leonard, how- ever, had had relatively recent in- formation concerning him. He had returned to Maine the previous fall, and with Eugene Arata, Clarence Payson, and a number of other form- er members of Hallowell High, had gone hunting. Leonard learned that Francis had specialized in civil engi- neering, and that the reason why we had heard so little of him was that he had been sent by a New York firm into Brazil to oversee the building of tracks and bridges for a new railroad there. He had been successful in this work, and had returned to America for a short vacation before undertaking another foreign con- struction job. He was now in Mexico. Harold Wiley, we found, was work- ing for the Maine Highway Commis- sion, driving a big truck. We all remembered how short he was, and wondered how he could drive. Leo- nard, with a perfectly straight face, had assured the boys, that his seat had been moved forward because he was too short to reach the clutch and brake. Harold was now a house- holder, with a good-sized family that would later attend Hallowell High. Helen Graves was still at the Worster, and was head Waitress. Her name was no longer Graves, however. Her husband, a travelling salesman, was on the road most of the time. Leonard described her two-year-old daughter as the cutest thing, and looking just like her mother. Joe Cronin was a tailor in Lewis- ton. He had learned the trade from his brothers, but had struck out for himself and had been very success- ful. Leonard told the boys that he was still just the same old Pat of Hallowell High. Geo1'ge Greeley was an automobile salesman for the Marmon Company. We did not need to ask if he had been successful. George could sell any- thing to anybody, even back in high school days. Think of the tickets he used to dispose of! We were talking over all these old friends of school days, when sud- denly something in the car's steering gear gave way, and we shot into the ditch, the car overturning and spill- ing us out. We were all pretty well shaken up, but no one was really hurt except Dorothy, who received some cuts from a broken window. We hailed a passing car and took her to the nearest hospital. The nurse who assisted the doctor in patching her up proved to be Yvonne Beaudoin. She told us that Veronica Burns was in the same hospital. The