Evanston Academy - Bear Yearbook (Evanston, IL)

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,fi-,J . --Q---,lisgse----vs-1.-:.-.bgqarg-. If., L.. mwgsi, --.,,,- ,dw ,,:,....i,, 7, W A W- ,w A E N by , i sort of pride. I got that over at Eddie Bradt's shop, quite the smartest place in town. You remember even in school Eddie's shirts and neckt-A. f'Yes, yes, I said. f'Don't speak of them please. How could I forget them? Then turning to Stan, lfVhat do you know about the old school? I asked. ' Why its wonderfully successful, Stan said, 'fever since they turned it into a kindergarten. Mr. McGonathy comes and entertains them every Jingle morning. CHO rapture! we murmured, G to be a child againlnj Our class advisors, Mr. Bradley and Mr. XVeaver, are still there. Mr. Bradley is teaching them to run the low hurdles backwards fyou know he always said he could do itj and Mr. 'Weaver teaches first principles of articulation. 'We' Terry is Girton's most popular teacher-coaches basketball and skipping rope, and under Mrs. VVinslow's manage- ment, Girton rivals the Academy. You know of 'course about Gole and Grth, spreaders of the doctrine of bone-dry prohibition. They are called Moody and Sankey the Second. Frances Pratt manages the womanis end of the campaigns- liitigs in the erring sisters by the thousands, so says Carper's Magazine, edited by ert Sp inter. Haynie is an editor, too, isn't he? asked Scotty 'fYes, said Stanly, he and Burgess own the Parisienne--Snappy Stories syndicate. They make more than any of the old class, except Erwine, the gentle- manly prize-fighter. His beautiful manners, the way he shakes hands and his habit of begging a f.ellow's pardon whenever he knocks him out make Wi'ight a universal favorite. Be's the last one I know about except Gray and Saundersf' A catch came into his voice. You heard about them, I suppose? No, we said, Wl1at is it? Are they dead. Stanly pulled himself together with an effort. Not dead, he said. Pro- fessors Too bad, too bad. Such promising boys they were, too. How did it happen? H VVell you see Gray had nervous prostration--he is head of the Depart- ment of Tatting and Saunders suffers from softening of the brain fyou probably recall his first symptomsb. They let him teach math. He turned to me. I-Iave you followed any of the class?'7 I hear from Kent occasionally, I said. He's confidental secretary to Judge Grrell. He tellsme that Admiral Fountain has orders from Secretary of the Navy Clifford to bring the Heet home at once, on account of the new trouble with hfexico. IVarner Green's Insurgents are in revolt again, and as soon as C eneral Briggs can find the army, he's to take itsouth on George's flagship. As I finished the curtain fell and we were going out when Stan drew my atten- tion to a woman in the crowd. It was Gladys Robertson. She's married now, he whispered. HI can't think what her name is. Gladys caught sight of us and we went over to her. Stan smiled. Really, you know Gladys I can't remember how you spell your name now. Vfith a quick glance she sized up the situation. Just the way it's soundedf' she said and left us with a laugh. ' Andedo you know, I haven't yet been able to find out what it is? 29 A. . Y 7 ,ln -- ...Q s.--AQ...--.-Sf.e:w.e.::.,i..2e-rv .1,1.A:.1-,if ..-

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Twenty Years Hence A PROPHECY Fon THE CLASS or 1917 I stopped outside the Sillinoise Theatre--checked by the flaring ,poster in the lobby. Bring the little ones to see La Petite CalkinsWAmerica's most daring danseusef' The name sounded familiar, vague half-memories of twenty years stirred and begged for utterance. I stood for some time before the lithograph and at last I was recalled by a touch on my shoulder and a pious voice-- Vanity, young man-all is vanity. I looked at the speaker with interest. He Was scarcely older than I, prematurely gray and dressed in a clerical straight jacket. He handed me his card, and after a glance at it I knew why his voice was familiar. The Rev. Stanly B.. Adams, Gaudeamus Mission, Lakeshore Drive. Why Stanf' I said, I-er-I mean doctor, your Beverence, you mustn't think that I care for this sort of thing. CI pointed to the billj I was interested in the name. Bless you my boy, said the reverend, brightening up as he glanced- quickly around the crowd. No explanations are necessary. I was afraid you were one of my converts. I don't see any here 5 let's go to the show. Adding that he knew the manager, he led the wayto the latter's private office. Fred Scott, for it was he, greeted us with the same open smile that we remembered so well, and holding up his hand he silenced the stenographer at her typewriter. That will be all today, Miss Ranck. You may go. Thank you, sir, and Miss Ranck meekly sidled from the room. Scott led us to his box and asthe performance progressed he pointed out various members of the company. Do you recognize the leading man, alias Cuthbert Custard? No? It's Gerald Fitch, he's been at it ever since he left the Academy -back in 1917. Surely you know the two comedians? f'The Sullivans we murmured. No, said Freddy, The Tjomslands. The Sullivans have had their barber shop for fifteen years or more. Look at the chorus. Second from the end is Burt Ellis 5 next to him are Micky Maack and Charley Hughson CMicky just lost his place as a modelj and across from Herb Verral are Helen IfVilson, Elfrieda Deubler and Helen Sanford. 'II always rather fancied Margaret Strong would end in the- chorus, said the Reverend Stanly. Where is she? VVhy, didn't you know? said Fred, She's THE Strong-the one that defeated Warinirigtoii for governor last year. Speaking of politics, he continued, did you ever know why the party ran Danielson for senator instead of Burnham? lVell, they had it all fixed for Burnham, but just at the critical moment, brunettes went out of style and blonds came in. Burnham is waiting for the next election, but he doesn't know Whether to change his hair or public opinion. VVe recognized one of Freddy's little jokes, and as force of habit was strong within us, we laughed. I-Ie resumed Did you know that Art had been indicted? ' Wliat are you talking about, I asked higher criticism? No, he snorted, Not that kind of art--Art F inch. HI didn't know he was that successfulf' I said. f'Yes indeed, said Freddy. Got a big thing out West there with his lumber company--taken to catching salmon too, I hear. Rog Kirkbride and Piggy Johnson run his ranch for him. 'fFred,'f I asked, 'fpardon the interruption, but where did you get that tie? It,s positively shrieking. 'KO that! said Fred- looking down at it with a shy I 28

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