Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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commissioners were not idle. The much talked-of Ieiferson street bridge had been erected and west siders, as well as those on the east side, were finally happy. On this particular day a young lady might have been seen at Walbiidge park, busily sketching a scene on the river. She looked decidedly pretty as she sat there with her sketch- book in her lap. She wore, a natty suit of brown, and indeed no other shade would have suited her better. Her hair and eyes were this same color. Her face would have attracted notice any- where for its expression of innocence. The young lady still worked away. Her sketch was fast nearing completion, and, for the time being, she was wholly absorbed in her work. Suddenly a young man came hurrying along the walk. He had evidently noticed our friend, for he stopped. She didn't look up. So, coming up behind her he lightly' touched her shoulder. Then she turned. Oh, it'syou, is it? said she. ' ' So it seems-but what are you working at so industrious- ly? replied the young man, coming around to the other side ot the bench and taking a seat at her side. Well, I am sketching and I want to get this finished before I go home. So if you want to stay here don't move or say another word until I get this done, said she. And he obeyed. I wonder how many young men there are who would have not done likewise? 4 He watched her a few minutes and then took the music roll at her side, containing some of her drawings and opened it. He looked at them all critically and then looked at her again. As he put the music roll down, it fell behind the park bench. He would have picked it up rat the time, but being very thoughtful about disturbing her, he decided to wait until he had permission. to move. It seemed hours to him before she looked up, but in reality it was only ten minutes. With a satisfied sigh, she said: Now, Clii, you can talk to me if you like. What a kind crea- ture she was ! ,And so he talked and talked, but she could not get him to tell just how he happened to be in the same park with her that afternoon. n Having Y conversed some time, they decided to depart for

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gathering the remarkable knowledge which is displayed within these pages. The glass case containing the productions of the class of 1900 has become cracked because of the-immense crowds who eagerly gaze within. What a shame it is! Some one has thoughtfully placed a sign near : Ulfeep .off the Glass. Here our friends Forster and Bryce stopped. They did not pay the required ten cents to read them again. Most of them still lingered in their memory. Here in the center was An Ideal Commencement, by Clara Daugherty. Ah, there is Oscar Schreiberis Pitfalls of Nations! It is well known that Presi- dent McKinley hearing of this famous production through his political friends, upon entering this building called for the ex- tract and read it through. Who would have dreamed of such a thing? Chinese Gordon, ,by Robert Richardson, next meets their gaze. What a world of memories that oration recalls ! Whence Descended Man, by Eva Ienney, and Orsalina Schmeltz's Marie Antoinette, are placed side by side. By their works shall ye know them. Anglo-Saxon Supremacy, by Louis Englander, and the Fall of Fort Sumter, by David Eppstein, seenrto ring with applause even yet. In another apartment are the RETINAS, the High School Annual, the CENTURION, and other published works. They all proclaim to the world the wonderful ability in literary eiforts of the Toledo High School. 4 As it was growing late, George and Frank proceeded onward. But they were much fatigued and decided to set out for home. Thus ended their first day at the Exposition. CHAPTER III. Toledo, as we have seen, has grown much more beautiful in the last three years. Not only in that portion where the Cen- tennial is held, but also in many other parts. She had always had a decided liking for parks, and now Ottawa, Walbridge, Riverside and Lake Erie parks became pleasant retreats for enthusiastic visitors. She had improved in other respects. Her street commissioners had done their duty well' and now she had the handsomest boulevards in the state of Ohio. And the bridge

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home. They hailed the next car and were soon enjoying a cool ride. It was perhaps twenty minutes after the departure of these two interesting people when two young men came strolling along. They came up to this particular bench and sat down. But suddenly Forster, for it was our former friend, stopped and picked up something. Ho, ho, what have we here? said Bryce. We will soon see, said Frank. Turning it over he read on the silver name-piece of the music-roll: MARY C. SPAYD, 212A Parkwood Ave. TOLEDO, OHIO. Well, I wonder if this belongs to our Mary Spayd, said Frank. Thereupon he opened it and discovered numerous drawings. Looking them over he came upon one strangely familiar. A very pretty girl sitting at a desk. She was indus- triously studying a book, and looking closer he saw its name: History of the English Kings. ' Bryce gave an exclamation: Well, I do declare, if that isn't a picture of Norma Chambers, I don't know what it is! Frank was in a meditative mood. It looks as she did then, three years ago. But I couldn't say whether it looks like her now or not, he replied. Since she went to Denver I haven't heard much of her but I would like to see her,', he went on. By this time he had put back the papers and was gazing intently into space. Suddenly Bryce broke out laughing. I tell you, old boy, the hag was right 3 beware of fortune tellers hereafter. Well,', said Frank, she said I should return it but I would have known that much. See that you do, then, replied George still smiling. Meanwhile the young couple had gotten nearly to Miss Spayd's home. When she began looking for something. What are you looking after ? asked Mr. Boynton, for such was his name.