Butler High School - Tropaeum Yearbook (Butler, IN)

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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.

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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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BUTLER HIGH SCHOOL, 1912. 21 From St. Petersburg I went to Calcutta, India. I visited the Mission House of Saint X where I met Mary Strong. She was teaching a class of heathen children and trying to instill in their undeveloped minds some of the principles which she had learned in High School. While talking with her I learned of the work she had done among the heathen children as well as what she expected to do in the future. Her success had been very encouraging. From Calcutta I sailed for America. Two stops were made on the way, one at Manila and the other at Honolulu, but nothing of great interest happened. In a short time we arrived at SanFrancisco, where I stopped for a few days. While here I went to Stockton, a neighbor- ing village, to view Mt. Diablo. Having missed the train back to San Francisco I was obliged to seek lodging here. Upon inquiring I was directed to the Pine Bluff Inn, which was easily found and upon ap- proaching I heard the loud, commanding tones of the landlady. When I went in I recognized Blanche Whetsel standing with one hand on her hip and the other one firmly grasping a broom while she looked men- acingly after the retreating form of a travelling man. After she had greeted me I learned that the cause of her displeasure was due to a direct insult to her explicit sigh, “No Smoking Allowed,” and she had been asserting her rights.