Central High School - Forx Yearbook (Grand Forks, ND)

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l?T ' ff' F K f pg, ll X Pj-p ' ml f-7 'M Fw ga 4 fi - 3 ,, . e Q log 'rn 1 lm' I 1 i LJ' I Z I will '- K T lil . M t . ..ii so Q-- H -5- Pr Q, M D-PL. F L, , rggg 7 , sl E I fisff 9 And they told me these cars stood up Goofus sez h.e's lined up now the door opened, and into the room sauntered the editor of the most famous news- paper ever published, Schonberger's Tantalizerf' Bob held by the hand a tiny, curly- haired girl, who lisped out, Muvver Irene is waitin', will 'oo come now, pleath? I laughed and we left together. The elevator took us down about fifteen stories and we soon reached the street. We hailed a cab, the driver of which was Eva Arveson. We whirled through the swift traffic, and came to a sudden stop in front of Hotel Hazlett. The owner himself met us at the door. Fat and fifty would describe him best, but his grin was as broad as ever. At the desk was Helen Austin, looking quite prim and proper. The elevator girl proved to be Margaret Bach, who was not at all as she used to be, for she was wearing a trim man's uniform. She proved capable, however, and we reached the Schonberger suite on the tenth floor. The maid, Josie Bergum, met us at the door, and led us into the living room. Apparently Irene was giving a tea. Such a group as it proved to be . . . Ruth Pederson, famous woman preacher, was making an effort to monopolize the conversation, ably assisted by Margaret Fales, nationally known authoress of All About Men. Lorene Smith, recently proclaimed the most beautiful woman in twenty-three states, was having a most interesting argument with Jean Campbell, now called Sarah Bernhardt the second, on the latest creation of art pro- duced by Alice Loe. It seemed that Alice had sketched Lois Chance Wentz, but Howard did not think that the picture did his wife justice, and refused to let it be hung in the Grand Forks Art Museum. I was informed that the museum is owned by Frank Zaloudek and Francis Butler. In their employ is Alice Ray, who is the only woman in the world who is capable of talking snake language. Eugene Koeppe has stuffed all the animals in the museum, and the collection is said to be indeed marvelous. I became absorbed in conversation with Ed Simpson, who everyone calls Major Simp- son now. His recent experiences in our last war with the Moslems are quite remark- able. Our conversation was interrupted by Janet Lockhart, the present President of the Senate, who invited us to meet with all the old 1929 grads at the palatial home of Margret Witherstine on the morrow at eleven a. m. fPeg lives out on Emerado Avenue where she has a famous fox farm.J We agreed and decided that we would all go by air bus. As soon as Frank Fahey 'phoned to Tillie Rudser's establishment -106-