Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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the Cuban girls, while their assistants, Miss Grofts and Miss Buell, offer such suggestions as may seem fitting. An addition to this scene, is a group of Cuban girls grown neat and even beautiful under such surroundings. Through the dim shadows of the fast fading scene, appears a very lovely home on the banks of the Rhine. On the vine-covered porch is a form with a face as sweet and modest as in her school days, and as her husband, the physician to the Emperor, appears, a lovely smile over-spreads her features and I recognize Ida Moring. With the passing of this scene, I realize that I have witnessed the last of my dear school companions. Once more the room is enveloped in total darkness, leaving only the blue vapor slowly fading away. Once more my prophet, Mephisto, appears to me, then, with a hideous laugh, disappears from sight and with that terrible sound still ringing in my ears, I awake to con- sciousness, to find that the clock has just tolled the hour of one, and that in one short hour I have passed through many experiences, which can never be forgotten. ewes, , w w va I egjfagf - fray 'IQ'-M .p p R

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The next, shows the University of Paris. The Scien- tific Department is presented. In the leaders of this depart- ment are two faces so little changed that they are easily known as Fay Schneider and Anna Garber. Quickly fol- lowing, is a room, the very atmosphere of which breathes forth literature, and before a desk piled high with all kinds of literary productions is Miss Stocking, the foremost author of the day. The books, room, author and all fol- low the preceding scenes, leaving in their place a beautiful orange grove in California. Beneath one of the trees, quietly talking to a number of friends, is another member of the dear class of ninety-nine, known in my school days as Ida Taylor, but who now has assumed the name of the wealthiest of all Califo1'nia's citizens. An ocean scene! Plowing through the deep, blue waters, headed for Liverpool, is an immense ocean steamer. Pac- ing up and down the foredeck is a tall form not recogniz- able because of the addition of a beard, but as he speaks to the mate, I instantly know that the commander of the steamer is Urban Walters, and near by, reading pamphlets and discussing religious matters, are Lilly Feitz and Flor- ence Gates, new missionaries bound for Japan. Eagerly l watch the next scene slowly developing, which turns out to be the Toledo Post Office, but more beautiful because of several additions. Standing on the steps conversing with the Rev. Mamie Dilger, is the Post-mistress Rose Faulkner, Just then the new mayor of the city, Miss Dale, passed by, with a thoughtful expression, evidently thinking over num- erous improvements for the city. The following scene soon replaces this, showing only a large bulletin board, on which is written, Evangelist Carrie Wieland, assisted by Miss Carpenter, will address the people this evening at the armory. A large seminary in Cuba appears, and in the presi- dent's room are two very learned instructors, Miss Shet- leroe and Miss Emerson, forming plans for the education of , me - . ,Q ' ' 1, '.f'nt 5m?s1

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The Tanjora Diamond. A Tale of Myltery, involving some Incidents in the Life of the Late Mr. Sherlock Holmes. BY WILLIAM HOYT WORRELL. C H A P T E R I . Was a cold stormy night in December, rough and blustry Without, but cheery enough in the pleasant room Where I sat reading. I was the guest of Mr. Sherlock I-Iolmes, and had been for a Week previous, and as may be Well understood, I Was delighted at the opportunity of enjoying the hospitality of so noted a personage and incidentally of making a study of his remarkable talents. We had met by chance in a corner of the depot and, contrary to the custom of many great men, he recognized me, for I had been an old pupil of his in a public school Which he had taught in the earlier portion of his checkered career. Several days had passed and I Was growing quite famil- iar' with the quaint habits and conversation of this remark- able man. On the particular evening of Which I am speaking We sat back to back, each buried mentally in his book, and physically in the great embracing back and arms of his comfortable chair. My host had not spoken a Word-he never did When reading-but I had noticed a continual and ever increasing air of unrest about him which I knew would require some satisfaction, either in the excitement of a problem to be solved, or, as was more likely, in his hypo- dermic syringe. He arose abruptly, passing over to the mantle, he picked up a small jar-like bottle, removed the