Hughes High School - Hughes Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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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.

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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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JuSt at this point of the story. I heard strains of lTltlSlC tshall I say music, or a noisei. I was wondering if I should open the window and throw down my quarter it would go away. but I was not long in doubt, for hearing a tapping on the glass. I opened it, and a monk jumped in. Being curious to see its master. I looked out. and there in the street below vigorously grinding a hand-organ. stood Blanchard, while not far from him. Wahn was doing his best to beat a tambourine and dance, While I was amusing myself with this odd sight. some one entered so noiselessly that I was not aware of their presence, until I felt a pair of arms surrounding my neck. and turning quickly. I saw Cora Rusk. That she was an old maid was evident from her dress. but more certain from her action. To her right on the Floor sat a polly in its cage, while a large black cat was making itself husy rubbing against my feet and purring vigorously. This was certainly a very valuable menaeerie. and I was just wondering 110w would he the quicker way to cage the whole bunclL when she not knowing my intention, hugged me a little tighter. and cried: HO dearie, I am so glad you came, for although you are a trampt you know a man is a man for all that, But the sweet embrace was soon broken. for the entire hotel was thrown into commotion by an uproar in an adjoining room. A traveler, Howard Kuglcr, worn and weary with the day's journey. had heen assigned to a room that had not been occupied for some time, and into which old Tabby was won't to take possession Now the traveler ordered the maid. Dora Bernstein. to bring in a hot water bottle and mustard plaster. and also to place a pitcher of hot water outside his door. On retiring. he was somewhat surprised by the furry feel of the bottle, but supposing it to be a twentieth century invention, was soon in slnn'tberland, but having viewed a fout-ball game in the afternoon, his mind was going over the lapse of years to the time when he was playing on the old Hughes eleven and was giving a mighty kiek-off, when he transformed his supposed hot water bottle into a veritable volcano. tor Tabby not being accustomed to the footehall game. clinched upon his bare toes. and with one great spring. he landed plump into the mustard, cat and all. and making a bee line for the door. he forgot the pitcher of water, and into this he thrust the other foot, and being 2l unable to extract it, he went clown the stairs like a young tornado, and the assistance of Dr. Minges had to he called. After this experience. I was determined to be shown my room. and so calling to a porter, was soon in the right place. I was very tired and anxious to go to sleep, so made great haste to get there When just on lhe verge of enjoying this peace for a few hours. I was again disturbed by the talking of a woman. quite an excited and enthusiastic wutu repeating the words again and again: hAnd think. my friends. when the gentle hand of woman shall sway the empire. As I listened. I became impressed. and almost wished I Win a woman and might haw.- sueh a distinguished leader as Mademoiselle Nora Bess Ely. But at the same time. while it was very pleasant to listen to the gentle voice of woman. :till it would have been just as pleasant to get a little sleep. but knowing that there wa': no chance for such a thing at present or in the near future, was just about to ask to have my room changed. when horror of horrora. ahe started singing. zuid not alone either. for Louise Kirek. her companion joined her. I listened to them for a few minutes. and then. much to my joy. the end came, winding up withe Her voice was very shrill. and rose and fell in The rights of woman how are here. The devil you need no longer fear. Indeed. I was very glad that I need have no longer fear. and was soon in the land of nod. I was awakened next morning by the Bring of the sun- rise cannon, by Earl Eversman. and remembering that this was the glorious Fourth. I got up, went to the window and Looked out I saw Margaret Martin and Palmer walking right across the street. He was attired in his jocky costume. and Margaret wore a beautiful creation of a merry widow hat, which was the target for a huge cannon cracker thrown by a small boy, the dimensions of the hat making easy money for the boy. There was a splutter of the tuseebangethe Howers went heavenwarcl, and the straw made a noonrday meal for a hungry donkey. Palmer never was able to con? sole his lady friend over her loss. and so contented himself with a few of his pet expressions, such as we often had the pleasure of hearing at our foot-ball games when something went contrary to his wishes,