Central High School - Snips and Cuts Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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trio that I had followed in. Well, my pieces, exclaim- ed I, who left the bars down and let you all in? They all readily explained to me about their studio, and Eliza- beth being the teacher of art, while Rufus and Erwin taught music. i Now for old Charlotte, and I turn about just in time to see Ruby teaching French to a class of boys at Raleigh, of which she is principal. I did but just have time to shake hands with my old pal and go jogging on' my way, but at the same time this seemed hard for I was so close to dear old Charlotte. i It is sad. I turn my eyes towards the country for a rest. But there is no rest, even out in Korea, for the first thing discernible in the ploughed lands is an old C. H. S. lover. Mary Smith is pushing a plough of goodness, and one from whose seed planting can one day be reaped souls for Christ. Instinctively I mop my forehead. Er, beg pardon, er, what isn't this Kate Squires? Will Carr, holy smoke I Er, Kate, why er, what are you doing in such a pitiable plight, ahem ? Kate shakes her head sadly as she answers: It is too long to tell, but the substance is that I thought I appreciated literature. I read Milton's Minor Poems and Lamb's Essays of Elia, and here I am, an old maid, and apt to die one. Will, pray what are you doing as Prof. of English at Yale College? Well, er, it is just this way: I have them fooled. Away! away! An ideal I now turn my glass over into another continent. But ho! who is this riding the Monorail in Heidelberg, where he has his headquarters, more than one of my old classmates of 1911, Edward. I next have the privilege of gazing upon one of the prettiest weddings Cin the Methodist church in Philadel- phial I have ever witnessed. For there was Lady Carr and sweet little Kate having the knot tied by Towsack, who later informed me that John was Editor of Puck. From there I turn the Exrayoscope towards Washing- 2-1

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Boyer, and he is on time! Hello, Martin. But I have forgotten, he is too far away to hear me. Y Where is Boyer? Oh, there he is entering the capitol. Now he is talking with the Governor of North Carolina- Mut Long -but their conversation is boring-it is about poli- tics. Martin is a statesman. I turn to seek others of the ordinary, every day class of empty eleven. Hi, McDuke, hi! where are you going all flossed up here in New York? My! exclaimed he, Icicles, how glad I am to see you! But say, have you not noticed my sign on Fifth Ave., reading: FRED MCCALL, Attorney, Law Building, New York City? Yes, butImust be jogging on. Oh, McDuke, don't hurry. Stop! tell me about our old C. H. S. classmates, have you knocked up against any of them in this dear old city? Why, yes, indeed. Bloss is here. I just passed a millinery shop up Fifth Ave., where she was making a talk on Woman's Suffrage. After that I could hardly wait to bid him adieu, so anxious was I to see dear old Bloss of yore. But arriving there I was at once convinced that all would be brought under her sway, when I remem- bered the genius she had displayed way back yonder in the High School days, in the debating contest. Crash! bang! All of this rumbling seems to come from a theatre in Paris. As I stood musing, whether to enter, three Hnely dressed ladies sweep by me chatting very gaily: Oh, no, indeed, I wouldn't miss hearing Madame Dorae Davis this evening for any amount. For some reason I followed. What was to meet my gaze! There arose the prima donna of the season, who was startling Paris with her magnificent voice-no other than my old friend, Dora Davis, with her name spelt and pro- nounced differently. Waiting after the opera, I felt myself very much honored to shake hands with Madame Davis of Paris, but lo! while we were talking, who should walk up but Rufus, Erwin, and Elizabeth, the same 23

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ton, and what do I see staring me in the face on Penn- sylvania Ave., but ED. WOLFE DEARMON. Architect, Rooms 505-506 Trust Building, Washington, D. C. Idecided to take a little time anyhow and go up to chat with Ed. and attempt in the meanwhile to find some- thing about Wayt and Dewitt. Ed. seemed very glad to see me, and beforel knew anything a half an hour had slipped away, but nevertheless I obtained information that Wayt was a prominent detective in the service of U. S., and that Dr. Austin was Head Surgeon of Johns Hopkins. However, this is no time for philosophizing for about a thousand miles away I spy my dearest old girl, Louise, entering a grand mansion with the 400 of New York City. Hump, groaned some one close to me, they think they are something. But to me they were considerable and I wasn't at all surprised to see Louise there if she still possessed those cunning and attractive ways of yore. Back across the sea for me. but hey! who is that walking the deck of the North Atlantic, and bearing that dignified air as if holding a commanding office, but Ad- miral Ulhman Seymour Alexander. Well, I have seen them all: my pleasurable, self- enforced duty is over. I will now join the worldly din and make my Great Exrayoscopeu known. ISABEL CHAPMAN, '11. 25