East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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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.

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BOYS OF THE SENIOR CLASS

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Class Prophe There were several well known authors, and among them I found the pictures of Helena Nrlligan ami Elizabeth Marine. It was time to leave and while my friends waited for me I took time to look at the actresses. How glad I was that I did, for I was well repaid by seeing my two pretty schoolmates. Ariel Sluw and Louise Kenning, now beautiful women and celebrated actresses. That afternoon we went to a vaudeville show. There was a very eleser comedian who kept ns in one continual roar of laughter. I looked at my program. Bivingston LerNley. Why did that sound so familiar? I looked back at the figure on the stage and this time I could not mis- take my old friend Livingston Bentley. In the audience I saw many fatnil- lar faces. I recognized Helen Rotnig. Mac O'Brien, Lillian McCallum. Oliette DeNcve and Maud Dai lor. They all looked very contented not- withstanding the fact that they had protiably each one left a large family home waiting for her. There was one little act that especially pleased the audience, and this was when Marguerite Perrin sang some catchy little songs composed by Paul Brennan, who aicnmpanicd her at the piano. Again and again they were called back. Returning fiom the theater that afternoon wc noticed a great crowd of people gathered around an automobile. When wc inquired, we were told that this was Muriel Brown, the great suffragette, delivering one of her speeches. She was accompanied by Isaliel Johnson, another leader in the movement, and also her secretary who appeared to be a dapper little tnan whom they calleri Mr. Curran. In the crowd I I «came separated from the rest of the party, and while I was wandering about I ran into a rather stout gentleman, who tipped his hat and started to pass on, when I clutched his arm and asked him to aid me. When I looked up I started, for here was Mr. Horace Swan, a well known architect of the city. While he was escorting me l«ck to the hotel he told me of the different members of the class of June TO of whom he knew the wherealouts. Elmer Perl and Potter Remington were both lawyers. Howard Shepard ami Roger Cross owned a large farm nearby and they were becoming very successful farmers; cy—Continued Grace Foote, Elizabeth Campbell ami F.ihel Howard were all teaching school, and Dorothy McCauley was personally conducting a party through Europe. Some of the members were old friends of ours, Ethel Ford. Helen Crouch and Gladys Dutton. By this time we had reached the hotel and wc parted. Wc retired early that evening as wc wished to start early next morn- ing. It was a glorious day and the sun had not l»een up many hours when we started on our trip. We reached Washington by noon and decided to visit the House of Representatives. They were evidently discussing a rather dry question, and when one of the men arose to speak several of the members left the room. As this man continued to talk faster and faster for a half an hour many more men left the room until only a few remained scattered aliout. But there, patiently at his desk, sat the speaker. He was a rather small man and lie sat with a patient look on his face while the other gentleman rambled on. We knew the speaker immediately. It was Philip Ogden; but who could this talking machine be? When we were told by some one near us that that was Mr. Willard Emerson, we understood and we too quietly- left the room. That evening we went to the theater and greatly admired the pas- sionate hero, none otlier than our Fred McKown. making love to the fair- haired heroine Helen Hartung. In one of the boxes sat Helen Westcott and Ruth Sargent, neither of them greatly changed in looks. That evening wc called upon Mrs. Burwell Abbott whose husband was a congressman. The next morning we went to one of the handsome churches. Here we found the Res-. F'rank Gosncll, D. D., and we not only heard him deliver an inspiring sermon hut were delighted to hear his wonderful s-oice joining in the hymns. It had been a glorious trip and wc were to return home filled with the beautiful thoughts that Frank had delivered to us; and to live over again in memories onr school days, now that wc had seen again a great number of our former schoolmates. Caaot C. Smith, Class Prophet.