Edwards Central School - Hornet Yearbook (Edwards, NY)

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atomic automobile factory. At one side of the main enterance was a large group in which a long line of stenographers were being interviewed. I entered and there sitting with his feet on top of the desk, inter- viewing all these girld, was the general manager, Frank Harmon. Shortly after this I was called into Washington by ray superiors. I was entering the Senate Chambers when I noticed a commotion ahead of me. I hurried to see what was going on and there in the corridor, button- holing the senaters was a lobbist urging them to vote for a law to give women the legal right to go through their husbands pockets. This lobbyist was LaVerne Hosmer. Once I was traveling to Canada by way of Niagara Falls, and saw a cable streched across the chasm . As this was unusual, I stopped on the Canadian side to learn the purpose of this cable. I was told that a young American dare-divil was about to cross the chasm on the cable, bouncing a rubber ball before her. I thought this would be exciting to see so I stayed and presently a figure clad in tights came toward me. She had successfully negociated more than half of her

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happen as they made their way toward this hugh stone structure. Eventually we were led toward an opening in the side of the cliff and entering, we found passageway after passageway leading into the depths of the mountain. After what seemed like miles of travel along these underground trails we entered a mammoth cavern and were stopped by our guides. The guides seemed to be awaiting the entrance of some high official and after a short pause a personage entered through a distant open- ing, clad as a monk of some religious order, as he drew nearer to our group, imagine my complete amazement as I recognized one with whom I had gone to school back in my high school days. It was none other than Bernard Welch. Needless to say, from that time on our troubles were over. Bernard placed every assistance at our commarid and a short time later we were on our way to Shanghai. I determined to go there after Bernard had told me that Patricia Gengler was in that city promoting Paul Whit- marsh in a prize fight. Well, it turned out that Paul was the loser and consquently won a good talking by his manager, Pat. On another occasion I was in Boston inspecting an

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Journey before I recognized, ray old schoolmate, Lois Finley. It was only last year that I was in South Africa walking through the streets in a squalid town. Amid the hustle and bustle there was one person in particular that attracted my attention. I watched closely as he got down from his mule, unloaded his pack and went into a store. It came to me that I had seen this person before, so I was determined to get a look at his face, and decided to follow him. As I entered the store, to my amazement, it was Wally Hurley, Just coming out. Twenty years of prospecting for diamonds had made Wally a multi-millionaire. As i think it over now, I often wonder what became of the station wagon and why he was riding the mule. I finally arrived in New York City and decided to have my portrait painted by the famous Dunberlusky. When I entered the artist's studio, I found him busily painting a tall, slim girl whom I Immediately recognized as Marsha Watson. As I watcked the picture develop I realized that he was making before and after advertise ments for ironized yeast. While waiting for my appointment I noticed start-