Mansfield High School - Hornet / Green Years Yearbook (Mansfield, MA)

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--i , QA K, A W-hxkxrg-,1WIlQB1QIRSM H 23 less aviator. To this end, -then, were the'darin g feats that R. E. used to perform on the beams of Mansfield Town Hall. The closing h-our arrivedg so I bade Helen good-bye, and sauntered down Main Street. As I arrived at the moving picture house, I glanced at the bill-boards to .see what play was .scheduled for that evening. It was a feature picture 1n eight reels, The Courtship of Miles Standish, starring John Murphy. I As I stood at the entrance of the theatre, a prosperous looking- gentleman greeted mei It was Hendrick Olney, who was home for a vacation from his duties in the office of the Postmaster General. He had kept in touch with only a few of the members of '22. He did know, however, that Ralph Palladino had become an expert accountant, and that Ralph's services were sought every year by the Mans- field High School to audit the returns of the Cadet Ball.. Norton Phillips, he said, was a motorman on the Mans- field-Foxboro Street Railway, ,which had recently been re- -organized. He was still demonstrating to people the ad- vantage of the electric cars over the bus line. ' Emily Roberts, under the direction of the Coit-Alber Ly- ceum Bureau, was touring the country as a Shakespearian reader. Carl Scheffy was the world's champion bicycle rider. Once again I felt assured that West Mansfield will yet be- come well known! After our pleasant talk, Hendrick walked on, and I stood for a few moments looking at the goodies on display in the window of the Candy Shop. The day was warm, and the thought of a cooling ice was tempting. I walked in. Au- drey Smith was seated at one of the tablesg she invited me to join her. She told me of her happiness in her new work as a trained nurse. We were graciously waited upon by the owner of the Candy Shop, Gladys Strople. The girls were anxious to compare notes with me about our high school friends. Naturally our talk drifted to Florence Snow. They told me that Flossie had started out with the brave intention of becoming a nurse, but that her career had been effective- ly interrupted by the Olney one. The girls called my attention to some clever illustrations in a well-known magazine which lay on the counter. The drawings were the work of Hamilton Wallis. No doubt many of them were planned when he was making appar- ently idle sketches in shorthand class. ' ' W There were still two class members of whom nothing had been told me. They were Hugh West and Emma Wynn. Audrey said that Emma was a private-secretary in a large manufacturing company. , The fate of Hugh West was a surprise to me, for they told me that after attending Springfield College, he had become

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T22 MEMOIRS K ' bert Lehan who was running a large taxi business. I re- imembered thathe hadstarted 'thisservice during- his high school days. . . V 5. A I thanked the Honorable Richard for the interesting .half- hour he had given me,,and walked downto the office of- the .Mcmsfield Gazette, Where I found Helen Ledwick. installed as editor. Helen told me about two more of thefold crowd, Edith Livermore and Olive Lockwood, Edith had become treasurer of the Harding Manufacturing Company. , Helen said that on a recent trip to New York she had seen on a plate glass window on Fifth Avenue the words, Olivia Lockwood Modistef' Becoming curious, she Went in and found Olive occupied with the task of designing some new creations. g Glancing over a copy of the Gazette which Helen handed 'to me, I found in it Joseph MacDiarmid's notice, advertis- ing Day old chicks for sale. He had bought the Mans- field Hatchery, and was making an immense profit on his purchase. At last I could see where Joe's propensity for hatching ideas had led him. Helen asked me if I knew about any of the girls who had moved away from Mansfield. I told her that Marian Mar- den was pursuing bugs at the Medfield State Hospital, and that if Marian still possessed the characteristics which were hers in the character of Lecty Tarbox, no doubt she 'was pursuing more than mere bugs. Helen Malloy had become intensely interested in futurist art. Her role in Springtime probably influenced her in -choosing this occupation. I was also able to tell Helen of the great success won by Rita McCart while traveling over the world giving musical -concerts. She had made a deep impression upon her audi- ences in many places. Doubtless this impression was due 'in part to the very Russian name she had adopted-Skirita 'McCartski. During our conversation I had turned the paper to the page of table gossip, and there read that the Reverend Rob- -ert M. Mears had just returned from a three days' conven- tion of Congregational clergymen at East Norton. An advertisement next held my attention: Let the Mil- 'lers tap your shoes! So Izzy had gone into business with his father. An announcement stated that Aurora Moro, who had won much fame as a soloist in the Metropolitan Opera Company, was returning to Mansfield to give a concert for the benefit of the High School Athletic Association. I wonderedfwhat had become of the three Morses. Helen told me that Raymond now occupied the position of chief Dyer at thei Marion Hat Works, that Gardnerwas oper- ating -an extensive farm, and that Roy had become a fear-

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,,, 24 MEMOIRS a prize-fighter. I did recall, however, that at athletic meetl- ings in the past he had occasionally indulged in this sport: with Dink David as a sparring partner. il 1' R Ill Ik Here ended my dream. The truth of dreams has long been a debated subject. Whether there was in this one a grain of truth, or whether' it represented only the fanciful imagination of a tired brain, I cannot say. I have merely repeated to you events as they' occurred in one of the most remarkable dreams' that I have- ever experienced. - -Dorothy Smith Beebe, '22, THE LOST WORD Cby Henry Van Dykel Christmas day was dawning over Antioch fifteen hundred years ago. The great city lay asleep but for the multitudesh of Christians, who were hurrying to keep the newly appoint- ed festival of the Church, the birthday of Christ. The tall- est and fairest of the serious youth throng was Hermas, the only son of a rich pagan, Demetrius, Master of the House of the 'Golden Pillars. When Hermas proclaimed his faith in the unseen God, his father had disowned and disinherited im. . He walked westward toward the Grove of Daphine, sat down beside a gushing stream and gave himself up to sad- ness. How beautiful the world would be, how joyful, how easy to live in, without religion. If I could live my life as I pleased and be happy. Why not? He turned and saw an old man with a long beard and a threadbare cloak, standing behind him. You can be happy, yes, I can give you all that you desire. This is the season that you Christians call the Christmas, and you have endowed it with the pagan way of exchanging gifts. Well, if I give to you, you must give to me. It is a small thing, and really the thing you can best afford to part with, a single word-the name of Him you profess to wor- ship. Let me take that word and all that belongs to it en- tirely out of your life so that you shall never need to hear it or speak of it again. You will be richer' without it. I promise you everything, and this is all I' ask in return. Do you consent? Yes, I consent. If you can take your' price, a word, you can keep your promise, a dream. The stranger laid a long, cool, wet leaf softly across the young man's eyes and the sank into agp-rofbunrf sleep. -