East Liverpool High School - Keramos Yearbook (East Liverpool, OH)

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1 KERAMOS 29 one flooking at Mr. Trumbauerj looking as though he had been hen- peckedf' Then these old maids wondered if they were ALL married. The applause having somewhat subsided, a man whom someone whispered was Frank Sant, the Senator, walked s'lowly upon the stage and thus rather confusedly began: Ladies and gentlemen fpauseh you all remember that on the 26th of May in the year of 1916, it was agreed to have a reunion of the Senior Class of 1916 upon June 1, 1935, on which date each should send one moving picture reel of his life during said year, and all the class should assemble from far and near to see the pictures in a theater which I, Mr. Sant, should select. I have selected this theater because it belonged to one of our members, the esteemed Mr. Kinsey. I regret to say that there are some people who have neglected to send their pictures and s0-er- we are deprived of the pleasure of seeing their life of this year upon the screen. But I trust you will all be pleased with what We have to show you this afternoon, and return home more contentedly than when you came. With the same deliberate step he sauntered from the stage. The audience showed their approval of his short speech and at last the curtain fell and the first picture flashed upon the screen. It showed a woman sitting quietly at a table darning stockings. Four children could be seen playing about in the yard. The woman's hair was pulled straight back and fastened securely at the back of her head by a rather large hairpin. At her feet lay a kitten, snoozing quietly. Quite often the woman began a hasty search through the pile of stockings at her side in an effort to find the mate of the stocking which she had just fin- ished, only to discover when it was found a hole much larger than the one she had just mended. A frown would pass over her countenance and at last in disgust she threw the stockings upon the floor. As she did so a man dressed in overalls with a straw hat and carrying a milk pail came rushing into the room. His bucket was set down upon a chair. His hat was thrown upon the already crowded table. As he walked he left the footprints of his large shoes upon the carpet. This was just a glimpse of the life of one whom we all had known so long ago. Some laughed, others wondered who the woman could be and who the man txivas. The man was a Western farmer, but the woman was-Norma ester. - In the far corner of the theater two women with long-drawn faces watched a man sitting near them with unveiled curiosity. The man occasionally cast a glance in their direction and as soon as the first pic- ture was over he arose from his seat and walked towards them. The women giggled and moved about a little in their seats. The man walked towards them as though about to speak and then turned and walked past. The women's expression changed while Rebecca Birch exclaimed to her companion: Well, I declare, Lois Emge, if 'Had' Connell hasn't deliber- ately stung us again. Then they unhesitatingly turned their attention upon another. The next picture showed a fight. A large muscular looking fellow was certainly getting the best of a younger man. The younger man's head seemed to be a target for the large man's blows. The men in the audience leaned forward in their seats as again and again they saw the larger man land a blow which sent the other reeling. That young fellow is nearly gone, muttered one man in the audience, and another man said, I guess you're right, Boiceyf' No one needed to ask who the big

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28 KERAMOS f-'--l--1 ' r.,-4, I 'Tits' 'A' 'I f1. ffIliq. ME,-UF 3 -if NMS' 2 W 7? , W f ' fl? f 4 6 2 I 7 Wa Roberta Marshall. ATHER TIME has crept over the class of '16 with lightning like rapidity. His strong hand has wrought many changes over their varied lives, bringing joy and gladness to most of them. Those men and women, once the bright boys and girls of the East Liverpool High School, sit in the massive theater belonging to Collin Kinsey with eager expectation. They whisper quietly among themselves about the lives of the past and wonder what changes could have effected the lives of their classmates. Suddenly from behind the curtain they hear an orchestra strike up the tune of Annie Laurie. Their whispering is hushed and the theater is filled with loud applause as the curtain arises revealing an orchestra which everyone recognizes to be composed of members of the class of '16, There was Miss Marie Crawford, always loyal and faithful, bringing out the tones of the piano as she had never used to play. She had learned from years of study and practice the real art which stirs the hearts of even the most uncivilized men. Close by her sat one whom at first no one could recognize. His black hair was streaked with gray and his face bore trace of sadness and worry. Byron Trumbauer, whom in the year of 1916, no one would have believed to have had even one little care or Worry, now looked as ,though some horrible weight had been placed upon his shoulders. The audience whispered a little now. Some wondered what could have caused this change in Byron, others did not recognize everyone, and at last a man with bald head came smilingly forward, and with a big bow said: You all know me. I'm Laughlin, and I will tell you who the rest of these fellows are. He then introduced Miss Crawford and Miss Ben- nett, Mr. Wells, Mr. Trumbauer, Mr. Tate, Mr. Ashbaugh and Mr. Boice. These had certainly changed, and those in the audience whispered and gossipped about those men who stood smiling and unembarrassed before them. Miss Apel and Miss Howell, who had been separated for years, now chattered incessantly about THIS man being so handsome, and that

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30 KERAMOS man was. The newspapers were full of Buch, and as he finally won the victory over Thomas, the big house rang with applause. ' The third picture was rather amusing. A quiet little lady was trying in vain to make a dress fit a twisting young lady. One instant the lady decided she needed a little powder, the next she must use a little rouge to cover that little pale spot, until at last, quite discouraged the poor dressmaker stood back and waited. The young lady, not embarrassed nor retarded in the least, stooped down to pet a Huffy dog which lay on a pillow at her feet. The dressmaker looked on with disapproving eyes and certainly looked very shocked when the lady took a small box of candy from her bag, and opening it, thrust a piece of chocolate candy into the dog's mouth. Then she stood back and laughed lightly as the dog begged for more. Then Lady Ankrim turned to again have her dress fit. And if it didn't fit it was Miss McPhail's fault, of course. During the intermission Etta Mackall and Margaret Van Fossen sat talking together. Etta lives in Milwaukee now, and Peg lives in East Liverpool. Etta was saying, Yes, I am sorry he couldn't come, too. But he is so busy now. You know when doctors are busy they just have to give up to them. He has quite a large practice now. He makes from five to ten calls every day. You know I met him in Hookstown six years ago. It was a case of love at first sight with both of us. Here she gave a detailed account of the love affair which Peg did not have to look at when it was next flashed upon the screen. As Etta's eyes beheld her darling husband she bubbled forth: There he is, the dear, good thing. Isn't he handsome '? And Margaret humbly answered: Yes, very. The picture following had these headlines: The Red-Haired Child- ren. The picture disclosed three children sitting side by side upon the steps of a large, beautiful house. The children resemble their mother in all but one particular and the headlines had said they had red hair. Her's was dark. They were smiling as she always had. Suddenly two heads appeared from a window. Whose heads were they? Why Helen's and Carty's, of course. Elbert Oyster was talking confidentially to George Boice. Elbert's conversation ran thus: Honest, Boicey, she spent every cent I had in a month. But I should grieve! The one comfort I have is that I didn't ask her to marry me when it first popped into my head. You're a lucky man, Boicy! That's some meat market of yours! Boicey, all enthused over his new purchase and ready to talk of it, said: You're right, Oyster. Greatest thing ever. You know, I have made up my mind to move now since it is making a go. You know, Merle never did like the house we are living in now. It's a shame Lavinia spent your money and then walked coolly off with Santy. He can support her, though, I suppose. The next picture was rather puzzling. It showed a man sleeping quietly beneath a tree while a young lady continually annoyed him with a feather. The picture was not taken from life but was merely drawn. The faces of the audience became clearer, however, as there appeared a name written across the screen in bold letters, which spelled Forster. No one had to ask who Forster was. Everyone remembered the Keramos which was for one splendid year issued under the excellent management of Charley Forster. Now he was the editor of the largest paper in the United States, and although he was unable to attend the meeting, the letter which he sent was read by Mr. Sant, accompanied by the applause and hilarious shouts of the audience. He had truly reached and clung firmly to success.