East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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BOYS OF THE SENIOR CLASS

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GIRLS OF THE SENIOR CLASS

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Class I wax fitting cozily in front of a tea-table. At my feet was my big. grey tabby purring softly, and I was knitting swiftly, m thought keeping pace with my nimble lingers- At leng.h I looked up at my friend and companion. Marguerite Ryder, who was pouring out a cup of tea for n»e “Do you realize, my dear, I said to her. “what day to-morrow is?' She gave a shake to her head which seemed to say she neither knew nor cared. “It i just fifteen years to-morrow that we graduated from East High School. Don't you remember now? Ry this I had awakened her interest and we both sat and chatted about old times until our forgotten cups of tea were cold Together we recalled all the good times that those last few years had brought to us at the High School. And we wondered what had become of all our school- mates. While we sat thus reminiscing the door bell rang and who should he shown into the room lut a man. a man in our house! We neither of us recognized him until he introduced himself as-Prof. Leo Dwyer. Of course we had read much of him and his wonderful airships in the paper, and had Often said how proud we were of the man who had l»een the President of our class. But what could he want of us? He and his wife had been passing over the town when liter decided to stop and imile us to go on a short trip with them. When we reminded him of the date he determined that we should start out at once, that we might be in dear old Rochester that evening. We made hurried preparations and soon there in the yard was the enormous ship waiting for us. It was a glorious ride in the invigorating air. and it was not long before we were established for the night in Rochester We were up bright and early the next day and I picked up the morning paper, anxious to read a little about Rochester doings once more. On the front page was a picture. How familiar that face looked to me; and then I noticed that it said Mayor Eric L. Ailing who—that was as far a» I went At my exclamation it had to be passed about and discussed In all. Then I turned to glance through the rest of the paper and I discovered Maurice Van Bergh's name at the top of the page I saw that Manrice was still Prophecy in the newspaper business. Who was the handsome man whose face was decorating the sporting page? Why sure enough that was Alex. Hess, for merly the beauty of our class, now a professional baseball player. The class of June TO was well represented in this paper, for I saw a large advertisement of a dry goods store. Baird and Barry Co. This I found was our John and Rolert. This is as far as I had time to get for the others were anxious to be off. We determined to visit the East High School first and we arrived just in time to enter the assembly. There in his accustomed place sat Mr. Wilcox. Evidently they were going to ing as they were passing out the hooks. I wondered if Mr. Clark wotdd be there, as he was in my time, to lead them. So. it was a strange man who stepped to the front and gracefully led them, with his yard stick, through four or five songs. I inquired afterward who this man was and I was told that he was Mr. Bryant Brooks the singing instructor. During the first period we wandered from one room to aitother looking for old faces and we were not entirely disappointed. In one room we found Hazel Sharkey and Ella Davis instructing a large elocution class. In another, we found Dorothy Osborn teaching a Virgil class Here also we found Marjorie Calkins and Ldlian Rnsentiloom. both Physics instruc- tors Mr. Wilcox insisted that we visit the new gymnasium building, and here we found Alfred» Mosscrop leading a class of girls while in the 1 ° 's gym there was Alexander Bccfcee sprinting about as in the old days. We returned to the hotel for luncheon, and while waiting for the rest of our party I Iwgan to scan the pages of one of the magazines. I ran by a page but several pictures there had caught my eye and I turned lack. •‘Some of our noted women. it said. Could I believe my eyes? There was a picture of Morence Morse, very severe and very wise looking, another was a picture of Gladys Bullard. both professors in girls' colleges. And there was Mildred Warrant, who had heen the vice-president of our class, now president of a girls’ college.