Dearborn High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Dearborn, MI)

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approaches on the horizon,” said he. pointing: to none other than William Stein, “a veritable poll Quixote of modern make who is known for his chivalrous kindness in rescuing: fair dam- sels in distress, and if I am rot mistaken he will undertake to aid your two girl friends in their almost fruitless search.” As we flew on my companion informed me, to my great sorrow, that we were nearing the end of our trip, but that before we landed I could have the opportunity of seeing what had happened to Irene Habicht. Well, I did see Irene trip the light fantastic before a vast and charmed audience, a second Irene Castle, to say the least. While I gazed on this mar- velous spectacle 1 felt myself slipping off of the carpet, and before I could save myself I fell to the ground with a thump, back to the original spot from where 1 had started on that eventful trip with my strange companion, who had now mysteriously disappeared from sight. So. rising from my undignified position on the ground. I continued the none too even tenor of my way while marvelling over the things that had been revealed to me in regard to my schoolmates of the Senior Class of 1924. O

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Erutor (Clanii JJrn tbrrit Durlnc mv course of travels around the globe 1 had the occasion to become acquainted will, an old Arab an sage named A1 Kamel, who. having succeeded in preserving from the 1' n “ i1,r carnet which had the power of carrying one to the uttermost parts of the earth, hfvfu?l me lo accompany him on a 'trip to see my former schoolmates of the Senior Class of and the way the Fates had dealt with them. ■Thliq ,t „.oS tbat T found mvself magically dying through the sky and catching glimpses of 0 d friends whom I had not seen for eight years. Before the novelty of the thing had worn off 1 noticed that we had arrived in the city of New ork in front of one of its largest theaters While watching the people that passed heneath us mv companion cal.ed my atten- tion to a young man who was just iu the act of passing through the door of the stage entrance. “Tint nerson M explained he. ‘‘is Henry Weiner, one of the worlds greatest tragedians todav It is said that he never smiles or laughs on the stage and that he keeps his audience in tears most of the time. Tonight he is to play Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet.’ ” Tompletely dazed and astonished. I thought over this piece of news until we found our- selves in the wild and wooly West, where 1 saw a lone and solitary horseman gallop down the road, armed to the teeth with blunderbuss and bowie knife. The sage enlightened me as to his identity. “That man.’’ he said, “used to be Farrel Jenkins, hut here he is known as ‘Hard-Boiled Jenks. the Terror of Seven Counties.’ ” 1 pondered over this calamity until we were in Hollywood. Here I saw Margaret Little acting the party of leading lady in that famous silent drama, “The Secrets of a Powder i nff “ John Lawther was diligently directing the masterpiece, and as we passed over them I noticed Mary Pickford. Gloria Swanson and many other famous “stars” standing on the side-lines gnashing their pearly teeth and green with envy. evt we entered a warm, luxuriant country where was situated that famous “Little Church Around the Corner.” and 1 saw Ellen Ketchum. a blushing brkle. come walking down the aisle with Harold Hoffer to the tune of “Here Comes the Bride. lu this same country I saw Harold Jackson and Iva Prehn sitting on a rustic bench in an ideal flowered garden bower. Harold had a guitar slung over his shoulder and a book of Hove Lyrics in his hand, while he whispered Sweet Nothings in Iva's ear. It was a pretty sight, but we did not linger. So the carpet bore us to a picturesque suburb called “Honey-Moon Colony.” Among the doll-like cottages I Saw two which were exactly alike and standing side by side. The two little cottages had garends in hack of them which were divided off by a low. white fence covered with morning-glories. Suddenly I was agreeably surprised to see Arline Burgeson and Herminia Blankertz talking, or rather gossiping, to each other over this pleasant barrier. Their kitchen doors, from which issued a pronounced odor of burning cake, were open, but Herminia and Arline were both too interested in their conversation to heed the forthcoming calamity. 1 learned that they had both managed to marry their ideal man. I smiled as we flew on and. seeing one who looked familiar, asked, “Who is that big, fair-haired Adonis over there?” “That individual,” was the reply, “has secured fame throughout the country for his clever and logical book entitled “The Fickleness and Cruelty of Blondes.” It is said that this Leonard Brownless has a thorough understanding of his subject, and in my estimation the book was the outcome of some of his experiences.” I signed and turned my eyes in another direction where, wonders upon wonders. I caught sight of William Switzer speaking before a mob of interested people who surrounded him. Never before in all my travels had I heard such an eloquent hurst of language as issued from his mouth. Ahmed A1 Kamel saw my astonishment and smiled. “Yes,” he said, “so goes the world in which the unexpected is almost hound to happen. That man is the famous soap-box ora- tor of the United States; he advocates the abolition of the lip-stick from the country and he is known to sway vast audiences to his point of view by his remarkable display of rhetoric; why, even the ffappiest of flappers are unwittingly drawn to his banners.” As we passed on I saw Harry Seigle and Leigh Jackson drive past in a high-powered motor. I learned from the sage that Harry was known as a second Ziegfleld and that his bevy of beauties outrivaled all that Ziegfleld ever hoped to direct. I was also made acquainted with the fact that Leigh was a second Paul Whiteman and that he furnished his Jazz Or- chestra to help make the performances of Seigle’s Follies” a howling success. While watching these two old school friends ride from sight I saw a well-tailored and severe looking business woman who was none other than Mildred Scott. While Mildred was in the act of passing into a large office building near-by, a so-called “cake-eater” had the audacity to address her. but to make a long story short, she gave him “one look” that froze the poor wretch, figuratively speaking, into an iceberg. Next I saw Robert Middlewood. well-dressed and debonair, walking down the sidew.alk. Before I could question my companion as to the nature of Bob’s business I received the knowledge that he was the well-dressed man who posed for the collar ads in the newspapers and magazines. Next I saw a stalwart, sun-burned man’s man appear on the scene whom I used to know as Frank McIntyre. There was a “devil-may-care” expression in his eyes as he swaggered down the street with a “come-what-may” air. “He,” said the philosopher, “is what you might call a ‘soldier of fortune.’ He is re- sponsible for the success of all the revolutions in the countries of South America; he is the possessor of hundreds of medals and swords which are the gifts of kings, presidents, em- perors. generals and various other great men. given to him for services rendered; he is. like the stormy petrel, always in the wake of trouble. Wherever there’s intrigue or diplomatic troubles he’s always on the job. Just now he is bound for the Windjammer Islands, for ru- mor has it that another great revolution is brewing in that vicinity.” “How romantic,” said I. “but who are those two good-looking young ladies walking about so excitedly as if they were looking for a needle in a hay-stack”? “Why,” was the answer, “they are Nora Lucas and Edna Eichstedt. who are looking for their ideal man, and if you ask my opinion of their gigantic undertaking I should answer that searching for an ideal is indeed like looking for a needle in a hay-stack. But look who

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All during their High School career the Juniors of 1924 have had one particular thing to their credit, and that one thing is originality. They were the first Sophomore class to combine with a Freshman class in giving a banquet to the High School, an event which has now become annual. However, they are glad to admit that Miss Betts and Mrs. Fletcher deserve the praise for that venture. This year they are at- tempting two more daring enterprises, chief of which is earning money for a Senior trip to Niagara Falls. This is something new in this High School, and they are very earnest in their attempt to make it a “go.” Some progress has been made so far and the campaign for money will be continued next year. The second of these undertakings is the Junior Hop. This, too, is an event new in the annals of Student Activities. Those that attended were very enthusiastic and generous in their praises regarding the en- joyable time which had been shown them. The Juniors planned and carried out a Hallowe’en party for the en- tire student body. The exciting trip through the gymnasium into the prettily decorated auditorium will be a never-forgotten one. Following the custom started by last year’s Juniors, a Junior-Senior party was given by them. From the Junior’s standpoint this occasion was very enjoyable, but to the Seniors it was a “howling” success, with decided emphasis on howling. The Juniors are now looking forward to a prosperous and gratifying Senior year, no longer to entertain but to be entertained.