Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912. 19 might have been played by Orpheus, and I recognized Pearl Brink beautifully clad in a satin gown with a strand of pearls around her neck and a crown of the same on her head. She had lost none of her former beauty and was greeted with great applause. After the play I had a private interview with her and I found out that in gaining renown she had forgotten about her sister and no longer knew where she was. In a few days I left there and went to Spain, and from there to Cairo, Egypt. I arrived here on one of their festal days and beheld at t he head of a gorgeous procession my former schoolmate, Hazel Gunsen- houser, who now was a princess, having married a prince as many other American girls do for the title and wealth. Amid all this splendor she looked sad, for her hus- band was cruel to her and she hated him. The only balm to her hurt mind was her clandestine meetings with a poor camel driver on the Sahara Desert, who I found to be Charles Wiley. She told me in secret they were planning the death of the prince.

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18 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912 Class Prophesy. NE OF THOSE GLOOMY DAYS characteristic of early spring, while watching the passing throng from a window of one of the hotels in New York, my thoughts gradually drifted to my old schoolmates and I could not help wondering where they all were. The thought came to me that in my trips around the world I might meet them in places I least expected. My steamer did not leave New York until the following Monday, so I decided to spend Sunday by attending church. Upon enquiring for a good place to go, I was informed that a noted evangelist was con- ducting a revival here by the name of Freeburn. Eager to know whether this was my old schoolmate I hastened toward a mammoth tabernacle which accommodated many thousand people. In front a large canvas was placed over the door with the following inscription: “Repent for the kingdom of God is near at hand.” After a most eloquent prayer the minister raised his head above his snow white collar and I beheld the fair countenance of Glenn Freeburn. After the service I congratulated him upon his great success, and after taking dinner with him and his family I returned to my hotel rejoicing iq the fact that I had met one of my schoolmates. The following day I sailed from New York and six days later ar- rived at Liverpool. After spending a few days here I went to London and from there to Paris. While here I attended the grand opera and as the curtain arose I was transfixed by beautiful strains of music which

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20 BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL. 1912. I again returned to Europe and decided to visit in Holland and Russia before going to Asia. I went first to Holland and spent several days at Rotterdam. While here I rode out to one of the large dairy farms and was surprised to find that my old chum, Garnet Brink, had married Ralph Sechler and they were living the life of happy peasants, making cheese and drinking buttermilk. A short description of her will show that she had fulfilled her former expectations of beauty. She was round, fat, forty an ! weilded the butter paddle with the strength of an Amazon. She was surrounded by several chubby urchins on whom she liberally used the butter paddle Ralph sat near by drink- ing buttermilk and thinking of “Home, Sweet Home.” After spending a few days with them I departed for St. Petersburg, Russia. While here I happen- ed to pick up a daily pa- per and in big headline I saw the words, “Anar- chist Caught. Ross Tomlinson, the A- merican Born Anarchist, Caught, Cast in Prison, Awaiting Trial.” The next day I visited him in his cell and together we talked over old times. Later I heard he was sent to Siberia for life. Thus ended the career of one of our class.