Charlotte High School - Delphian Yearbook (Charlotte, MI)

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12 DELPHIAN ' o I Our next visit was to a white, vine-wreathed cottage in the suburbs of New York. At the open window sat Maud Griffin eagerly awaiting the coming of the Joy of her life. Passing on, there loomed up before us the gray, forbidding stone walls of a convent, through which, however, I presently found myself passing with perfect ease, to where a nun knelt alone by the chancel rail ; and when she raised her head we saw the pale, spiritual face of Etta Berger. We continued our travels from here to an imposing church edifice just as the evening service was over. The great doors swung open and the people came out in little groups, talking over the wonderful sermon to which they had just listened, and looking inside we saw, descending from the pulpit, the Reverend Don Collins. The next moment we were standing in a little clearing in the wilderness of Central Africa, where, in front of a small stone mission, sat Hazel Robinson, surrounded by a crowd of little black children, listening open-mouthed to the words of wisdom that fell like priceless pearls from her lips. Again the scene changed and we found ourselves in a brilliantly lighted ballroom. The guests of honor, I learned, were a noted French count and his American wife, who proved to be none other than our friend, Mable Casler, but the acknowledged belle of the evening was the beautiful debutante, Jessie Krebs. In an elegantly appointed gymnasium on Broadway we found Roy McAlpine, about to enter the ring with a famous French lightweight. We hurriedly withdrew from the scene of combat to the deck of a United States war vessel anchored in the Bay of Manila. The white-clad sailors stood deferentially in the back- ground while their Commander impatiently paced the deck. A moment later there was a sound of oars alongside and another man in immaculate white ducks sprang over the rail,