East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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words. The speaker of the evening' was Ilerbert I-laird. the leader in ,Xmerica. who was introduced by the head of the Army in Rochester. Miss Doris Trimby. .-Xt the Salvation meeting. a voice called out. Hello, XYarren, how are the crops coming? lime! Roy called back. Come out and see us some time. Sure it was Roy, still a tiller of the soil. Around the corner two large meetings of a political nature were being held. Olive Iflint, the mayor of the best governed city, was introducing I.illian Iiareis and Milton Rapp, who began to entreat the voters, male and female. to support the party tickets upon which each was running. tXs I walked on, I suddenly reinemberefl that Dot Ilarrows was to ap- pear at a masked carnival in Geneva. for the benefit of the wounded warriors who had just come home from Europe. It was in charge of my old friend. Madeline Ifyans. at her thousand acre country home, and I decided to run down and see the performance. After I boarded the train. the conductor opened the door and called out, This train don't go any further. I reluctantly got up and started out. .lust as I was getting out. I heard two of the directors of the road. Herbert Kallusch, and I.uella Tietenberg. say to the conductor. See here, Miss Hay, we shan't stand for this any longer, I wandered past some ears until I saw an overalled form under one ahead of me, so I hastened to the spot. XYhat's the matter? I asked. 'I'hat's what I'm trying to hnd out, was the answer. Can I be of any help? was my next question. IJon't know, till I Find out what the trouble is, was the reply. Since I eouldn't be of any help I walked on and after I had gone some distance. it suddenly came to me the engineer was Margaret Findlay. Un board the next train my attention was attracted to a eomely miss. who was reading a I.atin book. It was ,lean I,aidlaw. The same old .lean she was. but now the gentle head of the I-atin De- partment of Iiast Iligh School. She secretly informed me that she rigidly adhered to everything taught her in dreaded room l-I, and the pupils were still made sorrowfully to chant, When translating' from lil

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VVhen I reached Convention Hall, I failed to recognize the old landmark, for it had been so re- modled by Arnold Rumsey, the noted New York architect, that it rivaled the Louvre in Paris for its marvelous structure and beauty. The great hall was crowded to the doors. Everybody had turned out to hear Governor Sawyer Lee, whose oratorical powers were known throughout the world, and who opened up with, f'Now, fellows-und you too, girlsf' W'ith great difficulty the chairman of the Patriotic Committee, Raymond Reuter, had secured the services of Theadoreof Fitchesky. I had never expected to see the world-renowned band-leader, and so imagine my surprise, when I recognized my old friend, Theodore Fitch. As I elbowed my way to a seat, I heard a merry explosion in the Key of G from behind, and turning about, for I recognized the old familiar sound, I saw Olga Stuart. Olga seemed to be in the best of spirits, and having the merriest of times. The entertainment was about to commence, and as I sat in the midst of the dazzling light and listened to the full, clear voice pour- ing out its melody, my heart throbbed, for I recognized my old school-mate, Lucille Davis. ,She was now known by the familiar name of Madame Minococochy. Governor Lee had recently saved the state from the worst strike in years. He had successfully handled the friction between labor-head, Henry Elferink, and capital, headed by Halstead Tiffany. In the auditorium I met the Reverend Wfilliam Hutchinson, who told me that Charles Mason was still the chauffeur for Carrie Newhafer, of journalistic fame, also that Nelson Crowell, sheriff of South Lima, had recently fined Chuck S20 dollars for speeding. After leaving the hall, I passed an estab- lishment upon which was a sign, which read, Churchill 8a Donnelly, Tombstones and Monuments. As I walked along, the face of Nathan Rosenberg confronted me, and he asked me for my alumni dues. He told me that he and Herbert Hatmaker had the collection in charge, and they would like to clean up records for years back. The Salvation Army Band on the corner drowned out his last 18

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English into Latin, read the sentence through slowly, grouping on the basis of idea, and recastingf, Miss Laidlaw said that this was out of compliment to the Honorable Mason D. Gray, now retired to his country home in Kalamazoo. Jean informed me that Robert Brink, the modern Charlie Chaplin, was the best comedian of the day. It was rumored that he still took his lunch at East High School, for he was heard to groan. ' I,ve eaten a doughnut so sugary and round, And I'm sure it must weigh most over a pound, For I feel it just sinking and sinking and sinking, Till it reaches the tips of my toes, I'm a thinking. When I first saw Miss Laidlaw, I thought she was reading Caesar, but to my surprise she handed the book to me saying, What marvelous detective stories Ruth Horn is writing lately, and aren't Allan Gibson's illustrations simply blood-curdling? I failed to answer, for the car stopped, and a loud stentorian voice called, Geneva! As I swung off the step, I followed the crowd, and finally arrived at the carnival. Alden I-Ioyt's familiar voice greeted me with, 'fThey're all hot and well done, gents! Get ,em while they're hot! They're five! Rebecca Diller had charge of some trained elephants and she put them through their paces. Over on one side, Ruth Harvie was doing a trapeze act, while on the other Mar- jorie Knight was walking a tight-rope. On one side of the lawn, Edith Kaufman with her lions, and Millard Kominz, the Japanese juggler, were going through their tricks. In the middle, of the wide space, I saw Elsie Foote, the wonderful bare-back rider. Alfred Yole and Roy Bartholemew were mak- ing everyone laugh with their clown stunts. Near the portico, I heard Gertrude Webb, a squaw, and 20