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THE BOOSTER ■771TOP Something prompted me to go to Chicago, 111., where I felt I should find the future of the June ' 21 Class of M. T. H. S. As I walked through the corridor of the Union Station, whom did I see but Harold Ruschaupt, holding up the honored and highly esteemed position of train caller. After conversing with him a few minutes and telling him where I was headed for, he suddenly remembered that the train I wanted was to leave in three minutes. So I rushed over to the ticket window, where I caught a passing glimpse of Lois Unversaw selling the pasteboards. Stopping only to inquire as to her health, I galloped out to swing on the last coach of the train, just as the conductor, whom I discovered later to be George Glossbrenner, gave the signal to move. I dropped into an empty seat, breathless from my haste. In about five minutes George came in and sat down beside me. He told me he was married to Alice Somerville and had to work hard to support her. When I asked him about Chavous Gardner he told me that Chavous had married Gert- rude Lawrence, and was now holding down the position of chef on the train, while Gertrude was employed as a waitress. We talked on about the small things in lif e, such as Shulamith Rabb Gertrude Hoffman, Gladys Wheeler and Elizabeth Tucker, etc., until finally we reached Chicago. I had no more than left the train when I bumped into some tall person. On looking up into the towering heights I discovered the face of Millard Mogg. Inquiring why he was there, I found out that he and Archie Freidman had incorporated to take the place of Mutt and Jeff, who had died not long since. Millard said he thought thi:t he and Archie were more of a success than Mutt and Jeff themselves. Not wishing to hurt his feelings, I agreed with him. I left him, and went on through the station and out into he street. There I met Marion Krick, who told me that he and Minnie Sachs had been joined in Holy Matrimony, and that he was printing calling cards for a living. I congratulated him and passed on down the street. After walking about a square I came suddenly face to face with my old friend Saul Goldman. Saul proceeded to tell me how he and Jacob Weis had become rich. It seems they invented some sort of a banana with a skidless peeling. Saul told me how they had built a hotel and had got married. This surprised me, as I thought both men were confirmed women haters. Nevertheless I found the victims to be Rebecca Freidman and Anna Pollak. Saul invited me to stop at his hotel during my stay in Chicago, promising not to charge me more than twice the usual amount, since I was a good friend. As we proceeded along the streets, we beheld a funny looking parade headed our way. We noticed that there were only three in the parade, and that it moved along very near the curb. Watch- ing it closely we were greatly surprised to see Alfred Eggert pushing a long-handled shovel, and following him, Emil Inman with a brush. Bringing up the rear was Clarence McClain, pushing a little red wagon, bearing the in- i scription Troy Ajax. We exchanged a few words with them and went on. As we proceeded down the street we were suddenly startled by a shout, which sounded as if some lunatic had got loose. Turning around, all the while our knees shaking together so hard I bet they could hear them in Frisco, we beheld Salvator Miceli tumbling a banana cart. Will miracles never cease? I asked Saul as we started again for the hotel. Evidently they did not intend to cease. As we neared the next corner we saw two of the funniest looking specimens of humanity to be seen. Getting nearer I saw that they were clowns, advertising a circus. You can imagine my surprise when I recognized Theodore Draper and Maurice Miller