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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■iri 'I n I r ;ia ■ i'. 7: were gathered F.lmira Mosman, Jessica Rockwood. M. Louise Lewis, Ruth McCarthy and A. Louise Lewis, in prison garb, but undaunted. Upon arriving in New York I went immediately to the Grand Central Station to take the train for Rochester. 1 recalled something familiar in the stentorian voice of the train-announcer, as he bawled out my train, and at last placed him as Harold Walters, one of my old classmates. Hastening to the magazine stand to procure something to read on the train. I saw, at a glance, that June '14 was well represented in current literature. The Outlook, which was at the time violently in favor of Howard Rowley for President, was edited by Edwin Scott Roscoe. Although the name of the Editor of the Ladies’ Home Journal was unfamiliar to me, 1 saw on the staff the names of Irwin Cole, who wrote all the poetry for the magazine, anti Joseph Swcclcy. editor of its best-read department, “How I Knew When the Right Man Came, Advice to Girls.” The “Better Babies” page was written by one whom I had known as Jean MacAlpine, and was headed by a photograph of the proud mother and her twelve sturdy children. I picked up the Saturday Evening Post, but laid it down in disgust when I saw that, since Gould Hatch had become editor, the paper contained nothing but love stories. In the New York Journal the cartoon, drawn by John Bornkessel, called forth a reminiscent smile. New York's largest German paper, I found, was edited by Lena Prussin of our class. Russel Fishbaugh, however, who hail recently published a complete edition of his poems, was the one who had attained the most lasting place in the realm of literature. When I reached Rochester I hastened to Alexander Street, in hopes of obtaining news of my old friends. I was not disappointed for, in front of the school, where “Louis the Greek’s cart had been accustomed to stand was a large “Hot Dog wagon. Is there,—can there be something familiar about the proprietor’s husky form? Yes. it must be.—it is. Hank Hays! With a lightening deduction, like that of Henry Rogers, the modern Sherlock Holmes, I inferred that the “Shrimp” must be near at hand. As if to prove my conclusions. I). Marks sauntered up just then on his way to Convention hall where Dean Quinbv and Emily Otto were to give an exhibi- tion of the Ma.xi.xe, Furiana and other old-fashioned dances. With him was a group of boys among whom I recognized, John Arthur Jennings, Sarah” Grunau, fudge Harmon. Howard Minchin, and rosv John Ballard. Having obtained for Post- graduates and Hold-overs admission into all school activities, thev had decided to remain in East High indefinitely, in order to perfect their famous system of High School graft, the best in the United States. On entering the familiar building I found that not a few of my classmates had attained the honor of being teachers there. Allen Williams was head of the Latin Department. Harold Keogh of the English Department. Chester Brooks of the History Department, Larelda Barth of the German, and Helen Voelckel of the Chemistry Florence Clark was librarian. Desiring to obtain all possible information. I invested in a paper whose title was familiar to me, “Rochester Women’s Interests,” edited by Miss Florence Wolff In this I read of the contest between Helen Harvey and May Gauss, members of out- class, who were running for “Mayoress of Rochester, the one on the Prohibitionist the other on the Socialist ticket. I also saw that Katherine Emerson was Speaker f the House of Representatives, and that Ethel Heift, Laura Belle Price and Fthel French were distinguished and often-quoted members. The law firm of fosi-ph Schlcyer and Alexander Douglas was strongly recommended for all cases such divorce, desertion, alimony, etc. III! :is ; o ’ o il ? 18