East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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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

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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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James McGregor, an Indian, discussing the easy job lsadore Sherman had as chief dishwasher at Geiss' restaurant in Fairport. just then someone grabbed me and told me that Olyn BIacNaughton, the living skeleton, had failed to appear, and I would have to dress up and take his place. I met Julia Trott, the fat lady, who told me that Roy McCarthy, who was there as the wild man from Borneo, had threatened to kill Viola Reynolds, the sword swallower, and that Angus Turner, rep- resenting a cannibal from the South Sea Islands, was crazy about Lois Goeddertz, the human rail, but that John Palermo, the two-headed boy, wouldn't stand for such affairs. just then we were told to get ready to move. As I emerged from the carnival grounds, l purchased The Rochester Inquirer, edited by Ilruce Mann. A one page add announcing the opening of new hat store attracted my attention. The familiar names were those of Miriam Shencup and Dorothy XYrouker. Un the opposite page I saw that Arthur Loeser had just won the world's diving contest, and that Margaret Andrews, the leading feminine doc- tor of the day, had just discovered a cure for that deadly disease. Gray-prose-itis. The front page showed me that Helen liaker, our Congresswoman. had made a speech appropriat- ing more money for the XYidower's Ifundf' Isabella XYatson's aviation school was progressing rapidly, and Yivian Block had made an improvement on her machine. The Skid and Fly. The Skid and Flyw was a machine, that would tly through the air when the operator pressed a button, and when he applied a brake would run along the ground like an automobile. In a corner of the paper I saw that my old friend. Katherine Fillingham. had been presented with a Carnegie medal for a daring rescue she had accomplished. when the Turkish Bath Parlours of Burns and Grauel, burned to the ground. I.ois Valentine and Francis Guggenheim, the two assistant 21