East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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 Clafig Poem jFarc pe 3ell Bid pc faretoell, drar alma 9?ater, ZLo the friends toho leabe pou note, COf tiir Class of j inetren fourteen, Oibe pou this, our ijuniblr boto. 3)n this litr of constant struggle, OUf toil! fight as toe’be begun, CClit our goal fired dear brforc us, CCtt’ll do our best until it’s toon. Ztjeae daps of jop arc spent and gone. 'Cfjc happiness tohich onre toas ours, lias turned to sorroto, gloomp, meek; and sadlp toe recount tf)e hours. But pou need neber to be lonelp, JFor others come to fill our place. Zll)cp toill comfort pou, hereafter Chcp toill cheer pour noto sad face. 3t’s a long time since toe left pou, $ears habr soared abode our heads, •ate has fashioned eberp footstep, Some are libing, some are dead, j oto, holding each his oton domain, Cber faithful, fust, and true, Jrrto of the good old class remain. fetill praise thep (3od and honor pou. Irwin Cole. Class Port. 7 II i1 16

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■JULIUS ’JOHN BILL BORNKESSBL HERB “ FRED ''BROOK'S OWEN. D’ORVILL VERNE ERNISSE qO lE MAX'' '5AHRR JUDGE ’GOULD JOHN-ARTHUR CHARLIE EDDIE JLEJ' JOHNNY''''CHUBBY 'DICK. RED (I HERMAM' L1SSON IRVING ' GEORGE' S1IRVAP MINNIE DUKE' CRAICt 'DEAM ROGERS SCOTT B1SMRRK' S INCiER JOE TRED' 'PITCHER' BOB HAROL-D’ ALLEN ■HOMER Jlm 1914 Hoy»

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he»e»rK»:Ki:«:»e49»rte Kfe4:: c»c»:tcKtcK»:»r c4C4: :484c c cic»c-fc 4::4c ctcfCfrCfc G“K ?H454 H484-{i:4s :t:i :i:i;i:i:i;i:i He4SB5424:fr:4 x cm:tc« Bi»3Bts»:ao»s iiiCi: :i:i :i:KtX4 xicio : Class $ropljecp DLRING the course of my extensive travels, I happened to come upon this little white-walled Hindoo Monastery, perched far up on the side of a great rock mountain in one of the remotest corners of India. The little, brown, barefooted monks, surprised at the advent of a stranger in their lonely retreat, have shown me all the courtesy possible, and even consented to show me, this morning, their renowned collection of precious and semi-precious stones. On looking over the glittering heap I was at once struck by a great crystal, so large and perfect that I believe the world has never seen its equal. Having made quite an extensive study of the peculiar powers of crystals, I was resolved to test one of my favorite theories by means of this flawless stone. Concentrating my mind upon its glittering surface with a tremendous effort of will power, 1 ventured to propound to it a weighty question and one which had been near to my heart for some time, “What is the fate of my classmates of June 14?” I demanded in sepulchral tones. Deliberately I made my mind a blank, and then my whole consciousness was en- veloped by the insidious anti powerful influence of the crystal and I entered upon that extraordinary journey which 1 shall never forget, though I should live for a thousand years. I seemed to be on board a mammoth liner, the fastest boat of its time, and what was my surprise to recogni .e in the Captain, with his wealth of gold braid, my old friend Herbert Brady! I asked the charming social directress Persis Nicholls to point out some of the celebrities on board. She said that many actors and actresses were returning to the United States on that boat for the opening of the theatrical season, and pointed out to me, Mile. Marjorette Hicks, the Tragedy Queen, a slim young lady dressed in black with a drooping black plume on her hat, who generally played Ibsen but occasionally condescended to Shakespeare. “Little Georgie Madigan.” the comedy hit, playing the leading role in “When You Arc Both Irish and Polish.” was also on board, and the famous moving picture actress, Elsa Dossenbach, known from one end of America to the other. I found that A1 Cleveland had won a place for himself in “When Lizzie Smiles.” Herbert Ernisse had starred in a Comic opera of which the words had hecn written bv Ida Edgar, the dreamy poetess, and the music had been composed by the modern Paderewski, Eddie W. Krieg. Among the lesser lights of musical comedy and vaudeville I saw on board, Charles Allport, Merton Edgcumbe and Richard Chubb, song and dance artists; and Marion Stewart, Edna Locflcr. Jeanette Levy, Thelma Cooper and Esther Seward who was playing “Mother.” Several members of the younger set of New York, London and Paris were on board. Among them I recognized Vera Katz, who inspected me coldly through her lorgnette, Elsa David, Lucille Sens, Charlotte Frieberg and Helen Freeman. Lucy Sage, New York’s most exclusive hostess, was surrounded by a group of titled foreign- ers and American millionaires, among whom were Chauncev Young, Reginald Park- hurst, Milton Trimby and Gerald Young, polo-players of international reputation. A group of ladies were gazing curiously at a short little man, gracefully reclining on a steamer chair, reading a London paper. T readily recognized the chubby face, surrounded by long, artistic, curls. To make sure, however, I inquired his name and found that he was Owen De Neve, the famous Cubist. When he had strolled languidly awav I picked up the paper. The red head- lines were Suffragettes Forcibly Fed.” and what was mv surprise to sec. in the photo- graph below, my old friend, Ruth Chamberlain, in handcuffs! Around their leader Si o 7 11 : .