Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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© F Senior Class ] propl beev FUTURITY CITY Fascinated by the luring accounts which I had often heard regarding Futurity City, 1 was seized with an overwhelming desire to visit this spot—reputed to he of extraordinary beauty and splendor. Being a well-to-do bachelor, and having retired from active business pursuits on account of rapidly failing health, I had the necessary time and funds at my disposal to enable me to carry out my desire. Accordingly, one evening in mid-summer. 1 rang for Dexter, my valet, and requested him to bring maps and routes of the I . S. Mail Aeroplanes, and to summon James, my aviator. Then together we studied out a definite route depending in its entirety upon the condition of the upper air currents. At a late hour we retired, having made tin necessary plans and preparations for the voyage. The next morning. I. being eager to start, arose at an early hour: gave orders for James to bring the aeroplane around to the tower, and, after partaking of a hearty breakfast, entered the machine and commenced my tlight. Dexter had already taken the morning fiver at dawn to arrange for our arrival. It was a beautiful day; the sun shone brightly, and tin woods and fields seemed to vie with one another in attracting I In eye. as we moved swiftly and silently over the country. A light luncheon at a small country hotel sufficed for our noonday meal; and. thrilled with the anticipation of an afternoon's flight over a country of interesting and diversified scenery, we ascended once more and resumed our journey. It was well toward evening, the sun was slowly setting in a myriad of incomparable hues, as we entered Futurity ('itv and sailed five minutes later into the aerodome of the Hotel St. Regis. My valet had engaged rooms previous to our arrival, so that we were spared the inconveniences usually attendant upon aeroplaning. A mechanician from the aerodome relieved us of the machine and the clerk showed us to our respective suites of rooms on the thirtieth floor overlooking the city and Mt. Rainbow in the distance. After dinner had been served me in my apartments. 1 lit a cigar and made ready to take a stroll before attending the Theater. I had not proceeded far on my way before I received a slap on the back which nearly felled me to the sidewalk. Not 20

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because you are fitted for nothing else, and talking seems to be easiest for you. Fellow classmates, former historians indulged in more flattery upon this occasion, not because the members of the class were better, hut fearing to make public their shortcomings. I. like our good teachers, believe in frequently recalling our faults so that we may see ourselves as others see us. We are now about to make our how of retirement in the (’. II. S. drama. It is with regrets and sighs that we do so. liegrcts for tin opportunities lost; sighs for the many happy occasions never to return. Our little company has acquitted itself well in the part it has played in tin honor of ('. II. S. And as we leave these sacred halls forever to take up the serious problems of life lot each member of the pink ami white do only that which is to the honor of the blue and white, ever mindful of our motto, ‘ Non nobis solum,” that is to say, “Not for ourselves alone.” MID A E. GILBERT. 25 i

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used to being t Ims unceremoniously saluted and thinking myself attached by footpads, 1 wheeled quickly and endeavored to assume an attitude of masterful defense. Imagine my surprise, when upon turning around I recognized my old colleague and 1010 (’lass President, Charles Attwood, whom I had not seen in years. My resentment at this greeting sans-ceremonic, quickly changed to unalloyed pleasure and I grasped his hand cordially. We returned to the Hotel and till the small hours of the morning, sat and chatted over reminiscences of our old school days. I learned incidentally that as President of the Greek-Ameriean Candy Trust, Charles was a great and recognized power in the business and financial world. His home was in Futurity City, but much to my disappointment, his wife and children had departed a few days prior on a foreign tour. It afforded me great pleasure to accept his invitation to see the city and adjacent country the next day, by auto: and to call upon my old colleagues who I discovered were also residing in or near the city. The next morning while spinning down an avenue lined on either side with fine homes, my attention was directed to a neat brick building, surrounded by a pretty lawn and encircled by a high iron fence, within which were a number of little tots enjoying themselves, going through some simple gymnastic exercises. Cpon inquiry, one of them informed me that they were engaged in “physical torture.” In charge of the kindergarten. for such it proved to be, was a charming young lady whom 1 recognized as Louise Andrews. In teaching these juveniles she had met with remarkable success, her pupils being greatly attached to her and learning rapidly under her tutelage. Her success, however, was not to be marveled at. as I remembered distinctly how in the days of (’. 11. S. she had developed tact with the little ones through her association with Junior Boys. Further down the avenue stood u handsome marble edifice, upon the corner stone of which was carved. First Methodist Episcopal church. Special services were in progress and do sirous of seeing the interior of this beautiful structure. I entered. The organ pealed forth in mighty tones and then in softer strains as the choir of a hundred trained voices sang a beautiful anthem. In the hush that followed, the minister arose and announced the subject of ids morning discourse— Morals and Morality. 1 gave a start, for who should this man be, but Edward Elvin. known to us as “Pat.' It was indeed a source of great gratification to me to know that he had turned out so well. In school we had thought of him as destined either for Congress or for the Penitentiary. Leaving the church, a cozy bungalow around which stretched a beautiful, green lawn attracted my eye for a moment. and I was told by “Jim” that this was the home of Mrs. J. E. ilclman. nee Mida (filbert. Wo drove up the broad gravel driveway, which was shaded on either side by maple trees, and stopped before the large stone porch. Entering unannounced, we found Mida sitting at tin piano. She arose and greeted us most cordially and, upon inquiring where the man of the house was, she pointed to a small shop at the rear of the lawn. Here we found “Jehoso-phat Elijah” busily engaged in the construction of a shirt waist box for Mida. Three large blood blisters on his left hand bore mute and painful evidence to hammer blows that had missed their mark. During our conversation, Mr. Holman stated that lie was Superintendent of the Futurity City Schools. Bidding him good-bye, presently, we returned to the house where we exchanged farewells with Mida and then drove down the driveway and once more out into the street. We were now threading our way through an intricate maze of street tradio which rendered our progress difficult. 7