Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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Page Twenty-si.1: T H E P 0 S T place of head dressmaker in Daniel and Fisher's, Denver, Colorado. Lloyd Hughey had owned and ridden many motorcycles in his tours of the United States, but had found none he liked as well as the one he rode to school back in the good old days. Ralph Kyser, still retaining his small and. almost unnoticeable mustache, had played many a hard game of football, finally becoming coach of the Harvard eleven. A large ocean going steamer was the thing which had interested Gordon Slade most of all these years, as it had been a gift to him by the class. John Schoeni, while still a bit bashful, had been a wonderful elocutionist, having won many times in com- petition with the Yeowlers at Midnight. The Oregon, Washing- ton and Idaho Airplane Company are the proud owners of several seaplanes built by Verle Kinne. As treasurer of the Sweet Sixteen, Herman Rademacher had assisted in making that firm one of Port- land's foremost. ' The world had often searched for a faithful butler and after the Class Play, Ernest Risberg had been hired by Mr. G. Reynolds, because he was thought to be a perfect draft clerk. William Mac- Mullen had tried many times to branch out into the world as a business man, but time finds him still making posters. George Cornes had become the prosperous manager of the Cornes Corner Cash Grocery, and would soon retire from business to spend his remaining days at his home fireside with his wife. Grace Bamforth had been a missionary to the South Sea Islanders, and then had retired to her home in the Canary Islands. As of yore, Donald Peterson was very slow in matters of proposing, and even yet he was trying for the hand of Hazel Wells. Verril Ginn had run a gin factory in South Portland, but, due to pro- hibition enforced by President Se1fridge's Congress, he had been forced to give up his business. Gladys Bomgardner was looking longingly into the eyes of her husband, Frank Fanno, and she seemed to forget we were awaiting her story, so we passed on to Irene Fouriner, who told us she had been president of a Charm School for Young Men of the Elite Class, which was situated on the shores of Lake Erie. Frank S. Post, Jr., our physician of world wide note, told of how he had struggled through many storms to save human lives. Mildred Perry had been private secretary to Mr. Henry Weather- ford since he pulled off the new deal in Laramie. Berdina Spearow had continually interrupted with her old time question box ability. Dorothy Schupp was assistant professor in Latin at Vassar. Marjorie Morton was trying to arouse Alice Geer from her habitual reserve when suddenly, I was awakened by the shrill voice of Aunt Tabithy, calling me to duty, as usual. The rain was still pattering on the roof. I slowly arose and reluctantly descended the narrow stairs. Had my dream been worth while? Prophet-GRACE E. BAMFORTH.

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T H E P O S T Page Twenty-five Dreams of Yesterday QC SHAW! said my Aunt Tabithy. Have you not done with dreaming ? My Aunt Tabithy was one of those severe old-fashioned aunts, so often described in those typical New England stories. But my aunt was of the sweet yet severe typeg she thoroughly disliked dreaming and the non-practical things in life. This day of days I felt like dreaming a11d, as usual, took refuge in the attic. Wearily I climbed the stairs to our old garret with its big brown rafters and boards darkly stained from the rain storms of fifty years. The rain was pattering softly on the roof. I crossed to an old trunk against a small window and, opening it, found programs and remembrances of my school days. Slowly I read the com- mencement program and found many names I had almost forgotten. How remote seemed those days! The rain pattered softly, ab- solute stillness reigned. Footsteps were approaching-many foot- steps crowding upon each other. Slowly raising my head I gazed upon a procession-a slow, stately procession. Youth, intellect and accomplishment were represented. Leading were Miss Whittelsey and Miss McE1vain, following were members of the graduating class of Franklin High School, January, 1922. . They all gathered in a group and began telling their experiences since leaving high school. Wilma Boisselier had had under her supervision a hiking club which explored each day some new phase of life. Alberta Kessler, a tall, stately person, was still a student and was giving back to the world knowledge in the form of books she had written. Esther Myers had been supervisor of a school on an Indian reservation. The literary world had received in a great quantity the works of Hildur Anderson. For many years Aletha Beck had been private stenographer for the president of the First National Bank of Port- land. Varian Lee had edited many school papers and, at last, was retiring to read them. The two sisters, Pauline and Vera Pratten, had spent their years in teaching little children to become better citizens. As a governess for Mrs. Geo. A. Cornes, Beatrice Swan- son had fulfilled her duties most notably. David Stretch had written to his credit, Twenty Long Years as President of the Ellison-White Conservatory of Dancing. The singing stage had welcomed and thrust aside the voices of Fietta Wilken, Edith Sny- der and Bernice Mullen. Rose Borrelli was still a sedate person, but she had held the

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