Hartford Public High School - Classbook Yearbook (Hartford, CT)

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268 THE CHRONICLE which blocked my way was a high Hill whom I recognized as Harold. He haughtily demanded ten dollars of me, which he said was the ad- mission fee. His demands were withstood for some time until the resonant voice of Bill Reiner reached my ears, Don't fail to see Valente, the bearded lady l Pressing twenty-tive cents into Harold's hand and telling him to keep the change, I, together with Jane Gold- berg, rushed headlong through the gate. A familiar voice! Straight ahead stood Meyer Gurian by turns arguing, threatening, pleading, and encouraging a crowd of people among whom were Georgia Davis, Elsie' Hansen, George Halle, and julia O'Brien, to visit the village of the Ignorantes. An awful noise, later discovered to be caused by Max Adelson, was issuingfrom their tent. A typical Ignorant, who curiously resembled Solomon Silverman, was outside beating a tom-tom with an egg beater. Having paid the ticket girl, Marion Bryant, I entered the home of the Ignorantes,', which was formerly considered the Hartford Public High School. To my astonishment, these wild people, instead of being copper-colored, were brass. The reason was clear when I saw that Ruth Chandler, Tillie Dubrow, and Louis Caplan were at last in true colors. Escaping from this wild company, I noticed Edna Pinkham selling some of her pink pills to the pale people, Mercer and Carlson. The music gallery afforded much interest. .Alfrida I-Iellstrom, the feminine Paderewski, was playing the old-fashioned song, Sweet Emilyna Hamiltonaf' and Zitella Hess, who was supplied with courage by Genevieve Kidney, turned the music. In another corner of the room were a set of melodious belles of whom several were Marion NVhipple, Alice Conley, and Bessie Milton, noted for their sweet tones. Directly in the center of the hall sat Adaline Lyman playing upon a lyre. From another direction came the almost human tones of the experimentograph, which 'was playing the Experiences of an In- experienced Housekeeperf' sung by the shade of,Mary Kenyon. Overwhelmed by the pathos of this harmonious discord, I hastened to the NVilde and Ivoolley wild west show. However, Fitch, who was roaring at the top of his lungs, detained me. This wonderful man was giving a practical demonstration of windmills, for he was supplying the wind. Near him stood Bienstock, who assisted at the balloon ascension of Ernest Kallinich. His part was to keep the bag Hlled with hot air. A large sign not far off marked the Ellsworth and Minehan mov- Q