Downingtown High School - Our Year Cuckoo Yearbook (Downingtown, PA)

 - Class of 1919

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18 THE CUCKOO singer, will soon fill an engagement at the Academy of Music in Philadelphia.” “At the last meeting of the Board of Education, Elsie Yoder was elected to fill a position as commercial teacher for the ensuing year.” "Last evening, a political mass meeting was held in the Opera House. John Francella, the Prohibition candidate for burgess, gave a speech. To impress his cause upon his audience, he served refreshments, consisting of water and tooth picks.” Another notice stated: "Anne Long has succeeded in her chosen profession, and after serving two years as a Canadian Red Cross nurse, has married a Canadian officer. Her present address is 301 Ontario street, Quebec.” A startling piece of news was: “John Heffner, while pouring over his books, absorbed knowledge so fast that the friction caused thereby set him on fire. But he was ‘fired’ from the house before any damage was done.” “Balloons guaranteed never to wear out. Filled with our own hot air. Apply to Flinn, McCormick an d Co." This was surprising, for they never talked much when they were in High School. Probably the “hot air” was furnished by the “Co.” Another advertisement: “Ford planes for sale. Made to run on air, on the ground, or on their ’-ep-utation. H. M. Dague’s Ford Garage, Downingtown, Pa.” When I left Downingtown, I turned westward. As I was passing over a small town in the western part of the State, I again used my telescope. I could see a foot ball field. Laurence Ford was coaching a team. I wonder where he obtained his athletic ability. He was never a foot ball star when he used to play at the “race track.” I reached Pittsburg with no more important events to relate. I had not been in the city more than an hour when I met Christine Weis. I expressed my surprise at seeing her, and she said, “Oh yes, we have been living in Pittsburg for five years. At first, Emerson had a position in the steel mills. But he found the atmosphere too strong. Now he has opened a fish market and has lots of trade.” By the way, Emerson Jr., in the perambulator with her, resembled his father very decidedly. I also learned from Christine that George Pannebaker pccupied the flat above them. After he graduated, he hastened to Pittsburg, and was married within a year, to a Miss Carr, formerly in our class. From there, I went to Chicago. It was lunch time when I came to a restaurant, bearing the sign, “Weldin and Glauner, Bean Eatatorium.” From the number of patrons, I surmised that their business enterprise was a successful one. Next door to the “Bean Eatatorium” was a moving picture house. Posters advertised “The Difficult Decision,” featuring Margaret Powell and Mildred Lamping, “Foxamount” stars. From Chicago, I went south to St. Louis. There I came upon an old mission. I entered and found everything to be quiet. In one corner, Ethel Washington sat, with a class of children surrounding her. I could readily see that she was doing excellent settlement work. When I reached the business section of the city, I noticed a crowd of people entering a building. Every one was discussing the famous lecturer they were to hear. The lecturer was Eugene Bowman. His speech was called, “Practice of Good Conduct.” My flight to San Francisco was a hurried one. On the outskirts of the city, I noticed a large tent. Thinking it was a circus, I descended. I was surprised to see that it was not a circus, but a revival meeting. On a platform was Rev. Lewis Seamon, speaking in loud tones. He was pounding on a table with his fists, in order to make his words more impressive. They claimed him to be a second Billy Sunday. This incessant pounding awakened me from my slumber, and I spent some time in pondering over my strange dream. I can not tell whether or not what I fancied will be the futures of the members of the Class of 1919. I leave that to the judgment of my readers. Some, I hope, will be; others, I know, could not be true.

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THE CUCKOO 17 LAURENCE B. FORD. (“Buddie”) Football (2); Basketball; Track (1); Boys’ Glee Club. “Buddie” is the exact contradiction of the maxim, “Laugh and grow fat.” If “Bud” had only had one year more at school he would no doubt he the star center of our basketball team. ETHEL WASHINGTON. (“Wash”) Ethel came into our class quite late, but not too late to captivate charming “Lew.” Ethel has broken all records of speed in talking. Siitrraru Department (Hass pritphprtJ RUTH BICKING, ’19. Never again, will I eat the combination of sour pickles and chocolate ice cream, at least not before retiring. I did that very thing last night, and as a result, I had a most peculiar dream. I fancied the time to he the year of 1930. I was traveling from coast to coast in my aeroplane, and incidently met some of my former classmates of D. H. S. Before I had reached the outskirts of New York City, I saw, through my telescope, a crowd gathered around two men. Their faces were blackened, and with them was a monkey fastened on a cord to a hand organ When I reached the earth, I found to my amazement that the two comedians were none other than Gordon Carpenter and Charles Fernald. Gordon was entertaining the crowd with his singing. This is not surprising, as his voice seemed promising when he i was in High School. Charles was playing the hand organ, while the i monkey was taking up a collection. I did not take time to talk with them, as I had a long journey before me. I did not stop again until I reached j Philadelphia. There I met Mary Smedley, who had spent several years in Paris, and was teaching French in a High School. She told me facts concerning herself and several others, j with whom she corresponded. Marie Swreeney, who had taken up nursing, had changed her profession. Since chemistry had always been her favorite study, she had become a chemistry teacher in Central High School, Chicago. Ethel Dague had become a perfect model for displaying cloaks at Goldsmith and Bloomstein, an exclusive New York firm. William Barrett, who had received several degrees at college, had at last reached the lofty position of president of a university in Wisconsin. Although I was anxious to reach Downingtown, I made a flying trip to Washington. There, I saw a tall young lady wearing glasses. She was expostulating with several men on the proper methods for running the Government. Yes,-’twas Anna Hallman. From there I made my way to the old home town, and. upon my arrival, I was glad to learn that some of my classmates had not strayed away. I entered a very up-to-date drug store and found the proprietor to be Wilmer Dolbey. He had purchased the building from Mr. Sharp, several years before, and was successfully carrying on the business. While I was there, I read “The Downingtown Archive.” Under “Personals” I found some very interesting items. The first was: “The Board of Directors of the Brooks Home for Old Women has taken final action on the application of Lowell H. Fisher, and has elected him to fill the position as caretaker of the institution.” Farther down the column. I read: “Selda Dietz, the renowned opera

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THF CUCKOO 19 iluat a (Ehnrnlatr Jlut Margaret M. Bray, ’20 A glorious June sun was casting its bright rays into the room where May-hell Keifer stood, flooded it with radiant light. But all its beauty was lost upon Maybell. Her sight was blurred by tears and her throat felt swollen. In her hand she held a short note written by her father. As she read it again her memory started to drift from one picture of her father, as she knew him. to another and then another. It drifted back to the time when as a little girl she first remembered him as he came up the path from his business, and how her mother used to greet him at the door. How later they three would eat dinner together and then she and her mother would be left alone, her father going to his private room to work on some books he had brought home with him. Thus it had always been. When her mother died she was 12 years old. From then on life had been lonelier than ever. Her father, stricken by grief over her mother’s death, spent more and more time in his room until at last she saw him only at the evening meal. One day, upon coming home from school, she found that the house next door which had stood idle for some time was open and showed signs of life. The next day people moved into it. The fact that there was some one living near them seemed to lighten Maybell’s lonely feelings just a little. The next week a new boy entered her class at school, and some time later she discovered that the boy lived in the house next to her own. As time went on they became friends. The boy’s name was Tim and he lived with his grandfather, Mr. Pine. His parents had died of a fever when he was quite young. He had traveled much with his grandfather and could tell about the things he had seen. Maybell listened with pleasure to the accounts of his travels. One afternoon she met his grandfather and found him to be a nice old gentleman who had a pleasant smile, and who could tell stories even more interesting than Tim’s. In this way a friendship sprung up which became stronger as time went on. When Maybell was 18 she graduated from High School, standing high in her class, but not quite first, for Tim had held that place of honor. Her father had not come to witness the exercises, but had sent her a large bunch of roses. These, with Mr. Pine’s flowers, seemed dearest to her of all the flowers she received that evening. She had felt a pang of pain because her father had not been there, but then he never went anywhere, so why should she expect him to come. About a month later she was much surprised to hear her father say: “Daughter,” that is what he always called her, “it was your mother’s wish that you should one day go to college, so you had better get ready.” That had ended the affair except that her father had made arrangements for her to enter FairView College, and had taken her there when the term opened. Life here was very new and strange. If it had not been for the letters she received from Mr. Pine and Tim she would have started for home many times. These letters seemed to reach her at the time when she felt most blue. As time went on and the strangeness wore off she found this new life not so bad. after all. The girls were nice and so also were the teachers. Because she knew no other way, she studied hard and soon stood first in her class. This position she held throughout her four years. She heard little of her father except the brief notes which accompanied her check, stating that he was well and very busy. And that he hoped she was well and happy. These notes she used to read sometimes two and three times in the hope that she had overlooked some word of love and the fact that he was lonely without her, but she never found it. Her holidays and vacation she spent at home and although she saw no more of her father than in former years, she enjoyed these days spent at home. Tim.

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