Carter County High School - Medicine Rock Yearbook (Ekalaka, MT)

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at once and. a.sked some of the questions that lay oe fore me. Tffhat is your name?” Miss Josephine Lane, with emphasis on the Miss 11 she replied archly. Your occupation? Journalist. Perhaps,'1 she a ..oed, you have read some of my articles in the American Magazine. 'Why Women Should Hot Get’Married' is my latest, and I think it is my best. As I walked away from the hou, I seemed in a daze, ior Josephine, it seemed to me must have had some terrible tragic episode in her life to have such a hate for men. As I motored through Camp Grook I stopped at a garage. In large gilt letters over the garage was the sign, Bill Cook and Sons. In Billings, as I entered a large apartment house on 30th street a curly haired boy with blue eyes came down the stairs two steps at a time. Junior 11 called a voice from above and the little boy turned and proceeded upstairs. Rather from curosity I followed him up the winding staircase to a door where stood a curly haired mother to whom the boy ran gleefully. I recognized the woman as Lei h Symrne she was Mrs. Walter Hunter and had three children! e talked over C.C.K.S. days and Mrs. Hunter told me thr t Mr. and Mrs. Dick Fig were raising Fi. s in Missouri. She had heard that Betty Allan was still a. nurse c o Rochester, Minnesota and had been oromoted to the position of head nurse. Ch, yes, she added Lucille Miles has the most exclusive oeauty shop in ’ Hew York end is doing wonderful business. In Butte I had heard that a new factory had. been put up and as I entered the city, in blazing red letters I saw the following inscription—'Paul Jerb and Co., Silk Manufactures.' On visiting the factory I was first a.dmitted to the secretary's office and I was not at all surprised to see Leona Mumedy sit- ting at the typewriter. I learned that she had been married three times and w-as now carrying on a court- ship with the owner of the firm.' as I v,as going out of the factory, I almost bumped into a very little man who was coming around the cor-

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— CLAr:S PRCFHEOY 0 Slowly 1 walked to the post office one warm after- noon, hoping in my heart that there would he a very Important le uer, uut not daring' to hope there was. On opening the box I was surprised and delighted to see a very fat letter addressed to Mrs. Jones beimc myself. I carried the letter home end retreated to a far corner of the g?ra.en to read it. It was not much cut it ccni'r ined all X cared to know I had a position traveling for the Government. With a blind mother-in- law and six children to take care of this income would certainly help me. By the middle of the nest week I had started on my trip. My lirst stop was Missoula. After visiting several different homes I came to one settled back among the trees. A brown haired boy of about four was making airplanes in. the iront yard. On ringing the door cell a dark haired woman with grey eyes met me at the door and on my inquiry as to her name she told me it was Mrs. Ben Brownfield. Ben, Helen told me, was an air mail pilot. Helen turned on the radio and in a lull in the conversation we heard stirring- strains of the melody being broadcasted from Chicago. The pianist was none other than Velva Tnitney. I was fery glad to -ind Helen and Ben haooy iza their little home. In broadus as I proceeded down the street I came to a tall house,-minus shrubbery of any kind the house and the yard and the house were immacul- ately clean ana bore a stiffness unlike the other homes. I walked up the white steps and pushed the shin- ing door button. A butler answered the door and I was ushered into a prim living room. On a straight backed ch?ir leaning over a desk and apparently ab— soroed in writing, sat a middle aged woman with black hair aijd brown eyes. On my entrance she looked up— and lo, and behold! I looked into the face of an old school mate—Josephine Lane. As she seemed very busy, I got down to business

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ner. Who wouldn't know that face in a thousand? Dick had been traveling around the world as leader of the U. S. National Orchestra. I asked him whether he had been married or not. Thank the Lord noJ Haven't time to bother with women,11 and with that he hurried on. In Glendive one beautiful white mansion attracted my attention and I visited there. The women who met me at the door seemed familiar but I could not quite place her until she told me her name was Mrs. Roscoe Harpster. Then I knew it was Margaret Hardy to whom I was talking. Any Children? I asked. Heavens, yes: don't you hear them yelling? They are probably throwing mud at Della Johnston1s children next door. You know that Della is married again. This is her fifth husband and he was a widower with six children. She now has quite a few children to ckre for. In Dillon I stopped at a boarding house. Two of my old school mates were boarding there. They were teaching school in Dillon. Georgia Griffin was teach- ing Science in High School, and Mary Scruggs was a very successful teacher in the primary department. I could not help talking to these people and I learned that Mrs. Schneider, formerly Alberta Pangburn, with Sherrill was in China converting the heathen and doing missionary work. I inquired where Ina May was and discovered that she alone had stuck to Ekalaka. She and Ted with their four children were living on a ranch several miles out of town, and that Ina May was submitting some very good journalistic work to high class magazines Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence Cunningham were living on a ranch in North Dakota. Mrs. Cunning- ham was formerly Blanche Davis. That night I thought of a.ll the members of the class of thirty and their situations and decided that even though I had a blind mother-in-law to take care of, didn't I have six darling children waiting for me when I got home? By Lola Lee Albert