Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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a literary calling. Yes, long and diligently has he worked, but so far unsuccessfully. A messenger boy enters bearing a letter for Mr. Will Worrell, from the largest publishing house in New York. Slowly he takes it, dreading to break the seal, lest it tell of one more work returned. Nervously he tears it open, and reads- ln recognition of your great literary ability, we send the enclosed check, and wish to say that for the future we will gladly accept all productions from your pen. Signed, W. Braun. Gradually the paper becomes a dim outline, then the room fades rapidly away, leaving in its place a kitchen scene with dishes galore piled up on the table, and the whole room in utter confusion. In the midst, .enveloped in a large kitchen apron, with sleeves rolled to his elbows, stands a person with the most wretched expression on his countenance, for had his wife not told him that very morning, that those dishes would stand there till doom's day before she would touch them? Slowly he sets about the dreadful task, murmuring something about new women and clubs, and the last remark of Mr. Cotter before the scene faded away, was, if a man only knew, he would steer clear of all matrimonial alliances. The next shows one of the happiest groups of girls. Upon the door-plate is inscribed Bachelor Girls' Quarters. On gazing within, the room is found to be a truly bachelor apartment, where every girl's taste is satisiied. Around a small nickle gas burner is Carrie Chambers, intently watching a boiling mass, which, from the smell, must be material for fudges, while Arabella Lipscombe, Lillian Fisher and Alice Chaffee beguile the hour with pleasant stories. In a distant corner of the room, curled up among innumerable cushions of every description, with a beautiful Angora cat sleeping peacefully by her side, is May Reed busily engaged in reading the latest novel, and on a rug before the grate are Miss Ruth Ellis and Mamie Tait, with large toasting forks in their hands, and beside them, a box of marshmallows from their bachelor friends across the way. This happy scene is all too fleeting. Then

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Vividly the outlines of the English city, London, present themselves. Before the Queen stands a familiar form, with an added dignity, and Fred Lawton, the new ambassador from the United States is presented to her Majesty, the Queen. As the next scene appears, behold the Toledo High School, the same as of yore. On the nrst floor is a form parading up and down. At first, I take it for the smaller of two persons, once so familiar in my own school days, but in looking closer, I am surprised to see a striking resemba lance to Miss Maude I-Ioughton. At last a group of seniors appears, and with an eagle's eye,she perceives some one who has smiled. Swiftly pursuing,she says, in well known words, f'Report to the officef, and then follows them in that direc- tion to see that they are not lost, strayed or stolen on the way: This scene changes. The assembly room now appears. Eagerly the pupils await the appearance of their Principal, for is it not awell known fact, that there will be two speak- ers there, and at least one recitation hour occupied? Quietly the principal, Mr. C. G. Bittner, approaches and announces, We are very fortunate in having with us this morning two gentlemen recognized as leaders in educational lines, Mr. Marx and Mr. Ayers of Cornell University. We will now listen to a few words from them. After a very profitable hour, Mr. Bittner announces, 4'Miss Hillls French class will remain in this room. Miss Litscher's class will find her this morning in room thirty. Miss Ball's Senior Latin class will please to take legal cap paper to the class-room, and leave all books in this room. Mr. Mathias's class in advanced Psychology will not recite this forenoonf' I would have lingered long over these scenes, but slowly they fade away, leaving only a wretched little home boasting of but a table and chair, the former strewn with paper, ink and so forth, while a light-haired, blue-eyed young man occupies the latter. Evidently his is

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a room, beautiful in all its appointments, appears, the home of the Honorable Clarence Brown, and by his side is a face too little changed not to be easily recognized as a person once known as Bessie Cannan. In direct contrast to the last two scenes, is the next. A lady, surrounded by every luxury that wealth can afford, sits quietly thinking, now and then humming the mournful refrain, O for a man, my kingdom for a man. Long I try to place her, and at last the name flashes across my memory, Helen Ayers. The next shows only a large office door on which is engraved, Miss Tiernan, composeriof compositions in which the essential parts are the beginning and the end. By the appearance it is evident that she has succeeded, for it is a well remembered fact, that she, of all the members of that famous class, was the only one who could see the brightness of her future before her. But see, a tall church-spire begins to appear, then the outlines of a beautiful church. Carriage after carriage ap- proaches, and the first one stops, a bride alights, and I see, can it be true? Bessie Norris, the companion of my school days. Just as this fades from sight, another takes its place, showing a large white wagon with pyramid upon pyramid of bottles of every shape and size piled high, while on the white sides of the wagon is printed in flaring letters, Use Logan's Hair Tonic, Best on Earth. Following closely is a photographerts room, with two young ladies bending over a newly developed plate, suddenly one of them, of a poeti- cal turn of mind, after having viewed the plate earnestly, repeats, I photograph with joyous zeal, And then implore my filmy prize, In rosy darkness to reveal Its charming secrets to my eyes, And then, Oh, joy desired and dear, The film responds, as I irnplore- I see the pictured face appear, V And wonder, whom I meant it for? As the door closes, I read, The Misses Whittlesey, Photog- raphers. Gradually the outlines of a theatre appear, then