Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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work, and was just wotdering whether it would be polite for me to propose that we go in to dinner, when Earl said. Well. I think if we want anything to eat, we had hettcr he making tracks for the house? So we did. I was taken in through the kitchen, and then it just dawned on me that perhaps the proprietor of this farm would not he so glad to see me. tsince I did Iiot lcnow himi, and feeling in my pockets for a coin with which to tip the cook for a hand-out if I should he refused a dinner. I found myself the fortunate possessor of a quarter, which I made up my mind to hold to as long as I possiny could. As I was thinking these things, the cook Came in from the dining room and told me to go in to dinner. There was something terribly familiar about her voice. and yet it was some time before 1 could place it; then all of a sudden it struck me that this was Elsie Webb. I did as I was bid and hastened into the dining room, where. upon my entrance. I saw sitting at the head of the table a very handsome man, who. on seeing me enter, rose, and coming forward, I at once recognized as my dear old friend Bob. but with his tqwering height and grand military style, I was forced to address him as Mr. Meade. and not the 01d familiar term, Bob. On being assigned to my place at the table, which I was much pleased to lilid was the place of honor, our conversa- tion immediately drifted back to the good olden times, be ginning with our many pranks at school clown to the present. The main topic of Eonversation was of the preparation for the celebration of the marrow. He informed me that the star Cjompany of the season would he at the Opera House the followiugmgiglft, which performance we could not miss, as we would probably never again in our lives have an opportunity of seeing such a novel and romantic play as uUncle Tomls Cabin, and what would make it all the more interesting was the fact that the parts were being rendered by many of our acquaintances. Vogel taking the part of poor old Uncle Tom; Rosenbaum, the villain; Meyer, St. Clair; Charlotte Eggers, aunt, and Elfreda Bennct. Topsy, and Evelyn Meyers that of clear little Eva Then to enliven. the evening, those with an extra dime might remain to a concert. in which Bess Dar- ling, Anna JHugi'iagel and Clarence Femherg were the chief 19 Figures in singing and dancing. winding up with a solo, San Antonio, by Mr. Louis Fine. He informed me that he had purchased a numher of tickets from Samuel Schlanslcy. Who was the ticlcet agent for this company. Just then. in answer to a ring from my host, Schlemmer the butler entered. and he was told to ortler Perin. the coach tDalL to hring the carriage around for a drive. After making a very elaborate how. he disappeared so quickly that I looked to See just what part of the Hoot had qwallnwed hint when I suddenly remembered that he was once the champion runner at Hughes. As soon as the meal was finished, we left for a drive to the city. as he wished to show me the sights. The road was hot and dusty. and the sun beat down mercilessly and silence reigned throughout. Suddenly directly in front of us there arose upon the horizon a great white cloud of dust, and issuing forth from the midst of it came the shrill cry of water melon! melvon-s! meI-oenrsX' in a. voice which I at once recognized as that of our beloved president. Hans Green. As the wagon drew near. I saw that he was sheltered from the sun by 21 large green umbrella, which here the in- RCFiptiDi12 .H Goldenherg. maker and repairer of umhrellasf' But he was not alone for at his side, smiling and gigling. her face almost covered by a large sunhonnet. sat Ruth Sanders. who bowed very pleasantly as. we passed. The quiet repose into which we had lapsed was suclclcnl'gt disturbed by the hysttrical cries of two buxom girls coming down the road, at lightning speed. their mouths widely dis- tended and cheeks puffed out like stuffed toads. and between each gasp for breath they let out a whoop that would' have done credit to a full-hlood. So anxious were we to find out the cause of this commo- tion, that I did not recognize my old friends. Lenore Ruby Foote and Sarah Belle Grad. until we had halted at the edge of a Earge cistern, Where clinging to the round of a ladder with one hand. and holding a pig from a watery grave with the other. was the stalwart frame of Gustave Ecksteini He made many explanations as to the exeentticities of this very peculiar stock. but as I was a little rusty in hogology. I took

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Ii ROPHECYJ -'st N June Ist, 1923, I boarded the new steamer, Hughes; w itonia. now the largest and fastest vessel alloat. for Paris. On the third day out land was sighted, and soon thesonnd 0f the lowering of the gang plank was heard. Many walked ashore. and Soon I found myself the member of a small party that desired to penetrate the wood; hack a little farther from the shore than the rest. where they might obtain a few snap-shots, that their companions woultl envy. We had gone some little distance when 0111' attention was attracted by a huge monkey. holding a cocoannt in his paws. and swinging by his tail to the hi'ai'ch of a tree in a very Contented way, undecided as to which one of our heads would make the best target for his aim. But not heing accustomed to have a row of koduks pointed at him. became alarmed, and dial not wait for one of us to approach him. but instead slung it after us, and I, unaware of his intmtinn, had just snapped my picture. when hang! I can rei'nemiier no more. hut when 1 came to my senses. my companions were gone and I was left alone in what I took to he :1 forest. There seemed no hopes of escaping from this desolate place, so I cone tented myself with wandeiing around, trying to End the shore. Suddenly I heard a whistle. and thinking it to he from the steamer, hastened my steps in the direction from which it came. Then, much to my surprise and also my delight. I fO-llt'fd it to he the dinner call from a nearby farm. Approache ii'2'. 1 met several of the farm hands going to dinner, Who I recognized as two of my old schoolmatest Earl Hertwig and Reginald McGrane. They seemed very glad to see me. for 18 indeed it was the first time I had seen either of them in the last lilteen years. Earl extended his hand, but when I grasped it. I did not i'mw whether I was holding a piece of wood 01' a hand. He noticed my astonishment, and immediately explained that owing to the fact that he was employed as hug catcher on this farm tpotato bug'sl. it was very hard for him to keep his halide in good condition. His cx'planation, however, was unnecessary. for the reason was evident. Then turning to shake hands with my friend Reginald. l was greeted with such a hearty grasp that I was very glad to withdraw my hand hefm'e it was altogether mashed. I had not noticed his appearance up to this time, but now I saw that he was attired as a jockey. his yellow House and red trousers were certainly a contrast to the dull blue overalls of his partner. He seemed in a great hurry. and excused him- self, leaving me With Earl, who told me of the great events that were heirg prepared for the marrow, which. by the way, was the Fourth of July; I had forgotten all about it. Regi- nald was to ride Lady Bird, considered around the country as the only sure winner. but that now. almost at the last moment, Palmer had turned up with a horse which he in- tended riding. and as no one knew anything about his horse. it had caused a great deal of excitement as to which should he the winnert But all this time I noticed that he was getting very hgety tand you tet I was too, for it had been quite 501110 time since I had heard the dinner call. and now glancing mward the house, I saw the rest of the farm hands going back to

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for granted what he said, and we soon had the unlucky animal on dry ground, and were on our way again. In an adjoining held we were very much amused by the manner in which the grass had been mowed. but as the man was coming our way, we soon found out the reason, for I recognized the farmer as Paul Becker. Now Paul was so pigeon-toed that he could Only mow in a circle, and being new on the farm, he was not on to the way of cutting. In the far distance we noticed a man coming in our direc- tion at full speed, and by the steady stride and long Swing I knew him to be Joseph Schneider, the former runner of our school. When he was in calling distance, I asked him the cause of this most unusual stunt. and he informed me that he was training for the 880 yard dash on the marrow. My host being very considerate of our appetites, now pro- posed that we go to the 'lTeamster's Home. On nearing the hotel, our dispositions were caused to be somewhat ruffled. for just as we were leaving the buggy and starting down the sidewalk for the entrance, two porters who were cleaning the pavement caused a cloud of dust to go all over us, and as we were not in need of any shuff. was about to give them a good pummeling, when to my amazement I found myself in company with Mr. Stanley Kries and Dick Rust, so making the best apology I could for being so rude, we turned to enter the hotel, when my attention was attracted by a man singing in at very melar :holy voicee V 5 IL' Is my rI Standing by a ladder and holding a bucket of water, sponges and rags, was Stanley Wilson. His features were drawn, and he was dreadfully aged, there were streaks of silver in his hair, and his voice was cracked. A little above him. washing windows, the hourlshes of her rag-keeping time to the rhyme of his song, stood Julia, the heroine of the ditty. On entering the hotel we were greeted by the delicious odor from the cooking of the many Italian dishes for which the house was famous. The interior was very beautiful, and as we were admiring all these lovely things, a little French maid approached us, Whom I recognized as Marion Tiemanl 20 I was just thinking how charming she looked, when she ad- dressed me thus: thon jour, monsier, 0n allez V0115? Maybe you know what this is! I don't; but just the same. I .asked her where I might register, and was shown to the desk There sat behind the counter a goodly proportioned dame. of about forty years, I should judge, for her hair was not yet streaked with gray This most lovely person was Esther Washburn, the proprietor. I registered, and was shown into the dining room by a very charming waitress, Lucile Wash- burn, where, after looking over the menu and deciding that I wanted an oyster stew, I rang for a waitress, and my call was answered by Agnes Doyle, who was all smiles to see'her old friend. She soon complied with my request, and brought me in a h0w1 with one little oyster down in the bottom. I was so angry that I picked 11p a dish of crackers and dumped them in on top of him and left them there, and I guess the hungry little rascal has them all ate by this time and is ready for another stew. I left the table quite disgusted, and made my way to the elevator. I thought I would stop and talk to Miss W'ashburn on my way, but as I passed the desk I saw that Story had her monopolized for it would be hard to tell how long, so I went on, and was taken to the third floor by William Mitchell, the elevator boy. By this time I had really forgotten the number of my room, and as my host had left me, and, as I did not wish to spend my quarter in tipping a bell hoy, I determined to find it myself, if I entered every room on the Hoor first. I Started out by looking at the numbers on the doors, and coming upon Number 23, stopped. Surely I had. this number in connection with something before, and yet what, unless the number of my room, Feeling positive that I had found the right place, I entered. The room was empty, and so closing the door after me, I made myself as comfortable as I could, and pick- ing up a paper from the stand, sat doWn to read. It hap- pened to be about a month Old, still I devoured its contents eagerly The head-lines seemed very exciting; llCaught at Lastfl so I started out with that article. It told of how Louise Schmidtz, one of the mose desperate cow-boy girls of the country, had been captured. It seems as though she had been causing a great deal of trouble, for, as the leader of a daring hand of out-laws, she had made it unsafe for anyone to go out after dark.