Ellendale High School - Redbird / Microphone Yearbook (Ellendale, ND)

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Ellendale High School MAROON AND BLACK From San Francisco I changed my course and flew southwest to Brazil. Running out of gas shortly after reaching the tropical lands, and spying an open spot in the distance 1 volplaned and landed on what proved to be a lawn — long, green and sloping — exceed- ingly well kept. At the extreme end was a large white house, and at one side buildings which looked like laboratories. I though to myself, as I touched the ground, that I would have the owner of the plantation after me for cutting up his lawn, which I observed rather ruefully, I had done. As I expected, a man emerged from one of the numerous buildings and walked rapidly toward me. As he came closer the look of anger changed to one of kindly greeting. As I live, it was Pete Bjornstad, owner of a large rubber plantation. I spent the rest of the day exploring his kingdom and after replenishing my plane, I proceeded on my journey, glad that by running out of gas, I had seen Pete. After stopping at various other points in Brazil, I made my way back to the United States, intending to stop somewhere in Texas. 1 landed on a level stretch of land near a small, but lovely village. An attractive young ady on horseback passed by. The Mexican, who was talking with me, bowed low, “Bueno dias, Senora Frances ’ The face looked familial and the name suggested our old classmate, Frances Haskins. I visited her on her ranch and spent a very enjovable evening. The people around there quite idolize their “Senora Frances,” as they call her. I proceeded north to St. Louis, stopping there to see a big league baseball game, in which Raymond Dillingham figured as the star player and able successor to Babe Ruth. Having some business to attend to at Bismarck, North Dakota, 1 stopped there, and going to the First National bank, I asked to speak to the president. I was conducted to his private office. The man seated at the desk, without looking up, inquired what I wanted. I started to state my business. He, too, started, looked up and — “Pony Crab- tree,” I exclaimed. Well, we talked business somewhat but gossiped more. He intro- duced me to his wife who, I was interested to learn, was none other than our little class- mate, “Scotch.” She was president of one of the leading women’s clubs of the city and had attained considerable fame as ' a platform orator. The next day 1 went on to St. Paul. 1 was walking through the business section of the city when an elegant car drew up to the curbing and a pompous looking gentleman stepped out. It was Forrest Cowles, president of the class of ’ 21 , and also pres ident of Montgomery Ward Co. I spent the rest !of the day with him touring Minneapolis and St. Paul, and then flew onward to Ohio. I stopped at Cornell College and in visiting some of the English classes I found Jennie Wright, class poet, authoress, etc., in charge. She told me afterwards that her work there was preparation for writing English textbooks for High School use. She also told me that she had broken her former vows in regard to remaining single and had entered into new ones in conjunction with the Professor of Modern Languages of that college. It was between Cornell and Springfield that I met with my accident, but, nevertheless, I am glad that I took the trip and it has been the most wonderful episode in my life. Sincerely, Kenneth Leiby. P. S. I hope that you and Min are enjoying yourselves and that your c ongregation are behaving themselves as model parishoners ought. Best wishes for your future success. Kenny. Page Twenty-Two 1921 Ellendale High School Yearbook Coleman Museum, 2017

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Ellendale High School MAROON AND BLACK Class Prophecy Springfield, Ohio, Oct. 21, 1931. Rev. Lloyd Coleman, Cape Colony, South Africa. Dear Coley : I suppose by this time that you have heard of my accident that occurred on my trip around the world, by the letter my mother sent you. If I hadn’t been flying rather low, I wouldn’t be here to write you this letter, but I always was a trifle lucky so escaped with only a broken arm, two crushed ribs and a few scratches. My aeroplane is in the hospital, too, but we both are on the road to recovery. To tell you about the rest of my trip, the first thing to say is — it was great while it lasted. I saw all of our classmates of ’21 and many other old friends. I started from Boston aviation station to New York June 18, where I found Helen Dunphy as editor of “The Independent.” She told me that editing the first High School annual had started her on her road to success. Judging by appearances she has proved a worthy successor to Hamilton Holt. While there I attended one of the large theaters and much to my surprise and admiration I saw that the program for the evening was to be rendered by Alma Gluck and Edyna King. After the performance I gained an oppor- tunity to go behind the scenes to congratulate Edyna on her success and enjoyed an hour discussing old times. From New York I flew toward Washington, D. C. Having arrived safely, I started to look over the grounds, but as I neared the Capitol buildings, some very loud and discor- dant notes greeted my ears, which seemed to be at the farthermost end of the grounds. I decided to investigate and what do you suppose I saw, why Lois Magoffin, our valedictori- an of ’21, tuning a piano for all she was worth. After having a pleasant talk with her, she informed me that if I went to the House of Representatives I would hear Marion Morange deliver a speech on “The Negro Question.” Across the Atlantic! It was the most thrilling part of my journey. Of course I visited Paris and while Ihere met Edythe Northrop, as lively as ever. She told me that she was selecting styles for the National Cloak and Suit company, and enjoyed her work very much but intended dto give it up for the better position as a naval officer’s wife. As I left Paris and went east I found most of the land in reconstruction and as I neared the grand old cathedral of Rheims, my curiosity overcame me and I alighted. I was surprised to see the head architect scale the wall like a human fly. Upon inquiring who he was I was informed that it was Spencer Graham, the Spenny of the good old days I turned my plane southward and visited Northern Africa and thence to China where at Hong Kong I was attracted by the large missionary school. Upon entering it, 1 was delighted to find Mildred Pierce as head instructor, an American missionary to the land of the Rising Sun. On my way to Alaska I stopped at Tokio, and was entertained by the emperor, in whose court I met Appleton Wenkstern, a rich tea merchant. Arriving in Alaska at last, I visited a colony of Eskimos. A droning sound came from one of the igloos, and as I went to the door, imagine my surprise at being confronted by Josephine Learner, surrounded by a group of Eskimo children. Returning to the states, one of the first persons I met at San Francisco was our genial friend, Myrtle Rasmussen. She wouldn’t tell me her business untij I told her l was on my way to South America, then she disclosed the startling fact that she was in Secret Service work and was now on the trail of one of the most noted violators of the Opium Act. Page Twenty-One 1921 Ellendale High School Yearbook Coleman Museum, 2017

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Ellendale High School MAROON AND BLACK Page Twenty-Three 1921 Ellendale High School Yearbook Coleman Museum, 2017