East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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with hot( ?)-hcadcdness in delivering an oration on “How To He Happy Though Married.” Class Prophecy January 3— Arrived in San Francisco. («lad to he under the Stars and [Continued] Stripes again. Women had at least obtained their rights here; the customs inspectors were Cora Fowler and Mary Cohen. The largest hotel was run by Reed Du Bois. 1 then went to the “Minton Gardens. Katherine Poorman was clerk here. Upon being shown around in the kitchen. I caught a glimpse of Elston Yacgcr employed as head cook and Conrad Zaenglein as dish washer: Edward Ashworth was general girl.” So this was a result of women's rights. Deliver me! January 5—And still as I near New York. I meet more of my friends. In Chicago, where I stopped off to view the stock yards, I noticed Joseph Lisson who was extremely happy, being still able to shoot the bull. I visited an exposition here, and whom should 1 meet but David Hackwell and I am sure his ambition was realized as he was the perfect model for Goldman, Levine Begy, makers of Klass Klothes.” January 7—At last, the Statue of Liberty and New York; almost home! My attention was attracted to a small urchin who persisted in trying to sell me a paper. Finally I yielded, but horrors! what difficulties did I encounter as I again endeavored to labor through German! The editor of Die Hausfrau was Hernice Docjilcr. On the first page under Isadore Messingcr’s picture, printed in large red letters: If You Want Your Rights. Vote for Messinger dfl Socialist Ticket.” In looking through the paper. I noticed that Clayton Bush had been unable to pose for “Slimy Si the Sleuth for some time, as late hours did not agree with him. and l age Nineteen

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Class Prophecy n ANNA CAROLINE MCK Pag Eight “Should .mid acquaintance be forgot An' never brought to min’? We hope the date will think of thin In nineteen thirty-nine. DECEMBER 31. l‘ 38—Twenty-five long, drear)' years spent amongst the heathen, thousands of miles away from civilization and friends, a stranger in a strange and hostile land. At last my mission here is ended and I am again free to join my own people. I have watched and waited for this eventful hour and it has come finally. Tomorrow our good ship will set sail for Home and I am counting the hours until I shall be in dear old Rochester again. What a vision home brings to my mind! Vividly I see the Class of January 1915 and how anxious I ant to know whether each one achieved the successes he was striving for. January 1. 1939—Set ? ail for San Francisco. Imagine my surprise when on board the vessel. I recognized the Captain as Whyland Sprang and I knew his ambition had been realized for he was at least running something. I asked him to introduce me to a party of tourists whom I thought looked familiar. One was Count Rockford Filski and another Sir William Grimm. English noblemen. What a change. thought I. “in my former class-mates! They were forced to go to America to put up bail for two people whom they thought I might know. Did I ? -Poor Maury Komenski had tried to get money under false pretenses ami was caught at it this time: no. he was not class treasurer but a politician: the other was Irwin Cole, the famous soapbox orator, charged

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Class Prophecy [Continued] n that the famous artist. Mar. McConnell, (providing she did not forget) would have to seek elsewhere for such an excellent model. I took the bus down Fifth venue, and who should be the 'Vnouter hut Kachael Muscat: Kay sure did make good use of her voice. As we rode, my eye caught sight of a sign. Elmer (ireenstone. M.D., Heart and I lea«l Specialist ' I especially noticed a con- spicuously dressed young lady and upon inquiry found her to l e Gweneth Thompson, a frivolous creature who cared for nothing hut society. What a change in the (iweneth of by-gone days! Down with men. down with men! Naturally. I could not help hut listen and who should the speakers Ik but Sophia Hraveman. followed in turn by (Irace Fisher. A weak-voiced person in the audience came forward and cried: Well, if you don't want them. I do. Every one was anxious to see who could l e so brave, and upon being asked her name and address she gave it as Eunice Bickford. Abramson's Home for Old Maids. I hurried to the home, wondering whether 1 might find some of my other class-mates there. The first one I saw was Mildred Churchill, heart- broken. bemoaning her fate: also Ida Levenson and Ina Acheson who never did have any use for them anyhow. I asked them if they ever hetrd of our other class friends and they told me Carson Meyer had published a book entitled Take Up Economics and IHappy. Karl Newman. I learned, had invented a way to disguise one's self completely when arrested for speeding eight times a week. That evening. 1 went to the event of the season, the Tiemey-Booth ball. By way 'life Ttestify