Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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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

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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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Presently we stopped before a skyscraper, the Tower Build ing, whose top seemed to be enveloped in the clouds. Taking the elevator I alighted at the thirty-seventh Hoor and strolled about tin spacious corridors, Glancing at the inscription on one of the doors, I read. Mademoiselle Gleason—Milliner and Modiste. Entering, I found myself in a suite of elegantly furnished apartments. Before one of the windows sat a gentleman whom I perceived to la Glenn Marry. lie was busily engaged in tin manipulation of his jaws, but as to whether gum or ‘Peachey was the cause of these facial activities, I was unable to determine. “Mush” greeted me cordially and told me that In had amassed quite a fortune, owning and operating a large tobacco plantation. This was tin occasion of his twelfth proposal to Mademoiselle Gleason and he hoped the last. Beaming that District Attorney Montigney had his offices in this building. I called on him. He received me kindly and I was astonished at the incessant flow of talk with which he regaled me, even exceeding the marvelous volubility of his high school days. As District Attorney In was indeed fortunate, as lie was afforded unlimited opportunities of displaying his unexcelled powers of speech. Montigney told me that Elsie Fields, whom gossip rumored to he engaged to Prof. Palmer, was his stenographer, and he informed me that she was a very capable young lady. Whereupon 1 mildly replied, that evidently the skill wiiich she had attained while writing her present employer fourteen page notes in school, had stood her well in need. Leaving the Tower Building, we again entered the car and made our way to the High School Building, where I found Helen Hunt installed as Principal. On her face was that sum sweet air of martyrdom, with which she in High School days, was wont to reply to another student's question while study- ini' “Dutch.” By a solitaire on her left hand, I dedtiecd that she would not be averse to a change of occupation. From Helen I learned that Amy Kaukonen was preceptress of a Girls’ Seminary at Oak Drove, a suburb of the city. Her students came from all over the world; and she had been very successful in teaching them, especially German; using the same “trot” in connection with her teaching, which she used in High School. Guv Morton was running a large cross roads store near Oak Grove and was doing a thriving business. It could easily be seen that lie was giving his experience as Cash Boy at the Bazaar practical application. He was known to tin rural element as tin Merehant Prince; and was still evidencing his old time philanthrophv hv dealing out rations of the “Indian Weed” to his friends. Stevens and Stine were running a farm and ranch, respectively, not far from Norton’s store. Stevens had proven a boon to price-oppressed humanity by inventing a churn which would produce six pounds of butter from five gallons of milk; while Stine, too. had gained recognition by inventing a new stock food, which was a compound of sawdust, corncobs, and excelsior, (’attic, it was said, thrived on this feed, as our honorary member thrives on Creamery milk. lsadore Olds was teaching school; fortunately, however, for lsadore’s scholars, she was not setting them the styles in hair dressing. Lucy Olds had become known to the world as an author of several works on Woman’s Suffrage. The graphic manner in which she depicted the oppression of woman, had electrified both sexes. Having obtained all the information from Helen that I could, I started out and took a road leading to Kainhow Mt.. which was a short distance from Oak Grove. Upon arrival