Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

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llabe married a doctor, wide and tall, NVhile Frances' lawyer was rather small. On the main street stood a structure grandg It was, Irma told us, the best in the land. llrousse, always inclined so from old High School days, Now owned a long chain of high class cabarets, And this was his largest. One surely could guess From one glance that he'd been a financial success. The person who managed his well ordered life,- llis most energetic and busiuesslike wife,- Xllas once Florence Laughlin! Could it possibly be? But still more surprises were waiting for meg I went to the theatre that evening alone, Still wondering if this city once was n1y home. The vaudeville performers came out on tl1e stage,- 'llhe marvel of all,-acrobats of the age, Grace and Noah! I scarce could believe my own eyes, This certainly was an unlooked for surprise. They said they had acted from Rome to Algiers And were still happy, tho' they'dl been married two years! The next day, while roaming the streets at my will, I saw two huge mansions which graced Fickle Hill. On inquiring who owned these homes grim and grey, I was told 'twas Miss llerry and Marylee Ray. On the left, Marylee, always careful and neat, Kept an orphan asylum for dogs of the street, Wlhile Vivian, now grown quite chubby and fat, Ran, in grim opposition, a l1o1ne for stray cats. The next day was Sunday, and after some search. I found, all secluded,'a little white church: The minister's wife greeted me at the door. lt was Alice !-Her eyes twinkling just as of yore. lint I haven't,been 'Rundquist' for quite a long while- I'm Mrs. Mac Millanf' she said with a smile. She left me to guide little Emmet's young feet Into church, and away from a fight in the street. After dinner, while walking, I came to a square Which was crowded with people. A speaker was there: llobbie Titlow! Evangelist! New at the game, lint past llilly Sunday already in fame! 'Tm raising the money for lluddy, you see, In his Indian work, he explained to me. Are you married? I asked him, but lflob replied No, I gave np the girls many long years ago, It wouldn't be fair when poor Buddy has none. 21

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And there, beside Ukinski liay, lYe found an ice house where they ship Twelve tons of ice at every tripg VVho owns this plant F I asked our guide: VVhy, Emil Parton, he replied. His wife, once Edith Peck, sets styles On which the world of fashion smiles. The next port where we stopped was Nome 'Twas there I heard of Helen Mohng She edited K'The Daily Sun, And by John Green she had been won: He bossed .-Xlaska's football league: llis fame was great.-his salary big. Then down to Canada we cameg Wihile there I learned the power and fame Of my old classmate, Philip Toll. Electric lines did he control. His stocks and bonds were widely known, As king of wealth he reigned alone: And Olga had become his bride. llut Phil her temper sorely tried, And so she chose the xxrmrld to roam And left poor Philip there alone. VVhile in Vancouver. we did go To see a traveling minstrel show. And there we found Wfynona in A Colored Huckleberry Finn 3 ller W'hiz-Hang training, so she said, Now surely stood her in good stead: She also said that years ago Hill Forsythe traveled with thc show, But heihad left it to become The army man who beats the drum. NVe left Vancouver late that day, To land at last in Humboldt Hay. Great ocean liners anchored where To enter once they did not dare. A taxi met us on the shore, And who should open wide the door But Irma Sapp! She greeted us And told us that she owned the bus. Frances and Babe, she also said, For several years had both been wed, And while they made quite model wives, They led their husbands merry lives. 20

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I feel it my duty to do what l'vc done. As I turned to go home, with a half stitled sigh, A long, narrow racer shot suddenly by. The speed was terrific,-the driver astute, And the Chief of Police soon sped by in pursuit. I turned to a friend whom I saw standing near, And inquired, VVho's the speedster who just shot by here F NYhy, that, I was told, is the Queen of the Race,- Elsie Freeman. She's taken her big brother's place. Then I asked, XVho's the Chief of l'olice of this town ? NVilfred Dubaultf' they told me. He's- gained great renown Any wild, reckless speedster he'll always pursue, llut he pursues Elsie for something else too. She tells 'him she wants independence from men, Tho' he's threatened to drown himself, time and again. As I took my way home up the tree-shaded street, A ragged young urchin I happened to meet. Hello, Son, I said, VX'hat's your name? VVill you tell? Allen Hill Otto, junior, the youngster replied. My father keeps house where we live at Bayside. 'tVVhere's your mother ? I asked. 'Aln llrazilf' said the boy. She's a diplomat in governmental employ: Iler name's Vvllftlllllgtllll. She kept- the name that she had, She was famous already when she married Dad. I went for a walk on the following day And entered at lunch time a tiny cafe. A trim little maid to my wants did attend, ' And brought me a big whipped cream cake at the endg In all the world only one person could make Anything half as luscious as that whipped cream cake: As I went out the door a small sign did I see. It read Bliss Hazel Smith. l had known it was she. As I went up the street a small newsboy came by. f'Extral lllue Lake elects a new mayor l he did cry: Most surely the name in those headlines I'cl seen, And then I remembered my classmate Ruth Green! It seemed that in politics long she had led, And now of the radical party was head. I went for a trip in an airplane next day: llelow us the earth clothed in green verdure lay.: XVe came, after flying a couple of hours, To a valley, all filled with glass houses and flowers. lYhat a beautiful place! Let me land here, I said, S0 we swooped down and lit in a big dahlia bed. A tall man appeared. Toward the airplane he cameg 22