Bradford High School - Resume Yearbook (Bradford, OH)

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“g»» ANNUAL 193® As many other places were included in my itinerary, I bade. Ruth farewell, stepped on my carpet, and whizzed away from the sunny south. Perhaps I hadn’t mentioned that was early summer and I wanted to see Canada in summer, so I directed my carpet that way. Finally I arrived at Quebec and was enthralled by its serene beauty. I employed a guide to tour the surrounding territories. The lakes, rivers, snow clad mountains and roaming animals made the country too beautiful to seem real. To complete the scene, a mounted policeman appeared riding a beautiful black horse. As he came nearer, I recognized Kenneth Gibboney. He told me all about his work. As I left him, I thought that the life of a “Mountie” must be a thrilling experience. Going back to Quebec, I sprained my ankle and my guide insisted that I go to a doctor. To quiet him, I visited Doctor Bronson. I had been in the waiting room about ten minutes, when the doctor’s assistant came in. She looked very familiar and suddenly I knew it was Mary Reck. While she bound my ankle, according to Doctor Bronson’s orders, we had a nice little chat. I left with her promise to visit me soon. On my journey back to the states. I saw a large bridge under construction. Curiosity again got the better of me and I descended to the ground, alighting by a group of workmen. I soon discovered that the engineer and designer of the project was Hubert Magee. I recalled how Hubert had always enjoyed such work and I was glad he had made such a success of it. From the bridge I went straight to New York City. I purchased a city directory in order to see if any of my schoolmates were located there. I found that Elizabeth Ward was running an “Elderly Ladies’ Home.” Mary Jane Cavender was a music instructor in a pub ic high school. Richard Stocker was, of all things, an undertaker. I wonder what Mary thinks of that, or maybe she doesn’t even remember “her Dickie.” Mary Ellen Min-nich was an attorney and was spoken of as “the greatest criminal lawyer.” Harold Boyer was employed as an advertising expert for a well known firm. Henry Keller was the owner and operator of a large creamery. I had heard of a football game between Chicago University and Northwestern, so I decided to attend that game. I reached Chicago just in time. At the stadium I met Florence Stoler, who was Chicago University’s head cheer leader. That brought back memories of my high school days when Florence and Esther Davis used to lead the student body in cheers. Later I met Ruby Wyan on the street. She told me she had been training to be a missionary and would soon leave for India. She told me that Lorraine Minnich was teaching in the public schools and that Tommy Carine was athletic coach in one of the schools. Leaving Ruby, I visited Carmeta Kelch’s Charm School. It was such in every sense of the word, and all the debutantes had graduated from Car-meta’s school. From Carmeta I learned that Dorothy Penny was a matron in a children’s home. I went into Marshal Field’s Department store ancl there saw Treva Grise, who was a cosmetic expert. Treva told me that Carl Sargent was the manager of one of the state experiment farms and that Eileen Smith was one of the heads at Northwestern. I bought a pound of chocolates and learned from the clerk who sold them to me. that Eugenia Colliflower was a dietitian in Shraft’s Candy Kitchen. I rather envied Eugenia her job. — IS —

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99 ANNUAL 1938 Not wishing to witness the operation, I resumed my way. After traveling in thg wind for many miles, my hair was in dire need of being re-dressed. I was coming to a large city which I perceived was none other than Indianapolis. My carpet descended and landed me near a beauty shop. I went in and met the owner, Catherine Crowel. While she restored order to my hair, we had a long chat about our school days. Later I decided to go to Chicago to visit Wilbur Bucholtz, who owned a powerful chain of meat packing houses. After some difficulty, I located Wilbur’s office and found that he was the same old Wilbur, I had last seen six years ago. Two hours later I emerged from Wilbur’s office and was confronted by a large sign which proclaimed that Mary Marker would make a personal appearance with Guy Lombardo’s orchestra at the Trionon, the largest ball room in the world. I was fortunate enough to arrive at the Trionon at the same time Mary did. I found that her voice had developed beautifully and that she truly deserved all the praises I had heard of her. She took me to supper at the College Inn. Leaving Mary, I went to the Arogon. There, I received another surprise. There an orchestra was featured called June Carter’s “Blonde Melody Makers.” June told me that Sara L. Berkebile had become a prima donna, and was traveling with the Metropolitan Opera Company. I visited Chicago University and was delighted to find our adviser, Mr. Routson, a professor there. I left Chicago and started for Texas. After what seemed hours, I finally came to the state of Texas. I was so tired that I decided to stop at the first house I saw. Soon a large ranch appeared and I glided easily to the ground. I discovered the ranch, called the Bar Q, was owned by my old schoolmate, Lawson Fetter. He was a very successful cattle man. I strolled around the ranch and met two dashing cowboys, Raymond (Peck) Putney and Max (Wimpy) Overla. I spent an hour watching them break bronchos. If someone had told me six years ago that I should find Max and Peck on a cattle ranch, I’d have called him completely daft. After resting at the Bar Q, I went on to Dallas to visit Lottie Derr, whom Lawson had told me was a dancing instructor in an exclusive girls’ school. Lottie told me that Mary Stump, who was happily married, lived in Dallas. Went to Mary’s home and was delightfully entertained. Since I was near California I decided to go there. I decided to visit the University of Southern California and arrived in time to witness the Senior Class Day exercises. I found Eileen Helman had been chosen Senior Queen. She was very kind to me and took me on a sight-seeing tour over the entire university. I met Billy Gross at the football game the next day. He was employed as sports editor for the California “Sun” and had been sent to cover the senior activities. I decided to spend that night at the hotel instead of traveling all night. Eileen directed me to a Spanish Inn, where I found Ruth Bayless, acting as hostess. Ruth and I spent the greater part of the night talking about the six years that had elapsed. — 14 —

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99 ANNUAL 1936 I decided to return to Ohio by plane. When I went to the airport to get the schedules, I stopped to buy a magazine. The first name I saw was Lucile Kahler, in big letters. I saw that my old pal was a short story writer. As it was one o’clock and my plane left in fifteen minutes I decided to wait. Soon I was on the plane and we were ready to go. I began thinking about everyone I had seen or asked about, and I had accounted for all my classmates but Esther Davis. Where was Esther? As if in answer to my query, she appeared before me attired in a trim uniform. Esther was an airplane stewardess. She was completely wrapped up in her work. She hoped to be a pilot, someday. While we were talking, the motor supttered and died. The pilot tried frantically to start it, but to no avail. My last thought before we crashed was: “I knew if I took an airplane it would crash.” When I came to, my husband was rubbing my hands and calling my name. I found myself, not in an airplane crash, or the hospital, but on the floor! I had been dreaming and had fallen off my chair. — 16 —