Walnut Hills High School - Remembrancer Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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F'HEIF'HEEY HE conversation had died down somewhat, and after several desultory rallies it ceased altogether. The third member of the Trium- virate, at the end of a prolonged yawn, mur- mured dreamily: I wonder where the bunch will be fifteen years from now? ttWhat particular bunch do you mean? the second member asked, with reviving interest. ttWhy, our A Grade bunch, of course, re- plied the first member. Well, you can find out without any trouble if you can get hold of our friend Skygack, from Mars. You know Mars is like this planet of ours, only fifteen years in advance of us. This from the third member. ttThats a good scheme. I'll call him up on the wireless telephone and see if he cant man- LI age to run down and see us this evening. Skygack was able to come, and he arrived a little after nine dciock, descending on Heinie Zepplin's airship. We greeted him cordially, and after the formalities were over Skygack began: ttFunny thing happened last week. I was in New York and was invited by Lillian Meeds and her husband theis a big gun on Wall Street, you know to spend the week end with them, and I never had a better time in my life. Believe me, shefs some cook. I can taste her waffles yet. Well, I sailed Sunday night for London, and who should I meet on the steamer but your old class president, Horton Stanley. He was bound on a diplomatic mission to Palestine. We went in to dinner together and learned from one of the waiters that Ernie Malter was

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Nor shrink from his work at the class Candy-Sale; We munched on lidivinjty, divi'ed our fudge, And tried to break tafl'y that just wouldn't budge. In Latin we sang of the ilarms and the manfl And vainly essayed Virgilsi epic to scan; In Chaucer we read of the Parson and Knighti Chaucerian English we tried to recite; We studied like Trojans for mid-year exams, And were led to the tlslaughter like innocent lambs. Remembrancerll officers chose we with care, Selected class colors of beauty quite rare, Oratorical Hprelime then showed us most plainly Our fair class was made up of orators mainly; Popularity contests our minds next inspired, And we gave to our enemies names not desired; With laughter and shouts the ugymll rafters then trembled, As at the itA Dance all the Seniors assembled; We wrote tender verses, composed many rhymes, To go in each graduates i'Book of Good Times;n We pledged lasting friendships with comrades each one, Vowed ever to cherish each memoir of fun; We promised that loyal through life we would be, And all ever faithful, Class 15, to thee! eMary L. Phillips. 10

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head-steward 0n the ship, and that Jim Bryan was head-stoker. Jim was a husky youth in his day, and he hasnt changed. HUpon my arrival in London, after discharg- ing my immediate business obligations, Iran out to Buckingham Palace to see Charlie Boneau, who is acting as King Georgels valet. He told me that Charlie Monroe was cartooning for tLondon Punch' and that Catherine Coldewey was conducting a dancing academy down on Trafalgar Square? ttSay, Skygack, old scow, whatts lFatherl Fry doingf , interrupted the third member. ttGee! Fatherls changed awfully. Hets a minister out in Rising Sun, Indiana. At this juncture the third member of our Triumvirate collapsed, but he soon revived. llBut that isnlt the worst change that has taken place? resumed Skygack. Therets Champion Rowe down South on an onion farm, Matz running a hotel in Leadville, Colorado, Doggett in a pickle factory, Dorothy Cone, pianist at Bottls, Dave Rice on a coffee planta- tion, Tennenbaum working in the Dinery Res- taurant, Fallis Rees boxing instructor at the Cincinnati Gym, Doris Suttles in vaudeville, andriwhat do you think?isimpkinson is in the movies! We all gasped, and wondered what was com- ing next. ttSinkl, in the movies! Impossible! But Skygack's reminiscent mood was aroused and he talked an entirely unmindful of our presence. HAfter I left London I went over to Paris and dropped in to see Elizabeth McComas in her studio on the Rue de la Paix. We talked over old times and much to my surprise I learned that Lew Roth was selling opera glasses in Hammersteink opera house, that Schur was running a cabaret back in old Cincy, and that Katharine Monroe had a lace shop near the Seine. ttBut speaking of old Cincy makes me think of tDougt Cleveland, who has a small garage on Central Avenue. N0, hes not married; he was too bashful, I suppose. Shrieks of laughter rent the atmosphere at this. supposition 0f bashfulness, but Skygack talked on: ttTull and Rankin own a wheat farm in Mani- toba, and William Furber Smith is a tinsmith at Washington Court House, Ohio. Jack Roth is running a tugboat up at Chicago and his old friend Marion Carr is following much the same profession, being pilot of the Island Queen. I stopped in at Steidleis shoe shining parlor not long ago and ran across Fred Bitler, who invited me to come up to his tea shop. I said I didnt mind if I did. So we started out, but I got so hungry 0n the way that I had to stop at Ben Pushirfs peanut roaster and buy some of the goobers. We met Bill Foote a little farther on and after offering him some of the peanuts we learned that he was chief executioner at the Abattoir. I asked him what had become of Roy Geis and Bill told me that he was travel- ing for the Rappaport Bubble Pipe Company. Bitler bought a paper and we all started with amazement when he read the headlines an-