Fulton Centralized School - Fultonian Yearbook (Swanton, OH)

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neer) had concocted a glue for mending broken Christmas candy. he only thing to be overcome before mess production (get it?) would start was the horrible odor of the glue. Alvin is working hard to correct this difficulty. . Just as we got back to the taxi, I asked Jim what Ted Winter was doing. Jim said we wouldn't bo able to see Ted as ho was running a trap line up north. His specialty was skunks. I pointed out that this was summer and that the trapping season was over. Jim, however, sal that it took Ted all summer to get fumigated enough to come back and take his place with nice smelling people. I remarked about the strange coincidence of two of our class, Alvin and Tod, having aromatic dif 1- cultics. Jim thought awhile and then said that there was another from our class who was having her trouble with odors. Ho said that Phyllis Donnelly was now the director of the Fulton High school Band. Puzzle , I asked Jim what this had to do with odors, aromas, smells, etc. said that after those threw saxaphonists, Ruth Willson. Phyllis Donnelly, and Richard Griesinger had loft the Fulton Band, it gone frpm bad to terrible. Phyllis, hearing of this, immediately se- cured a position as band director. However, O ere Jim gagged), music that came from the band was still anything but pleasing to o nostrils. It was getting late so Jim and I decided to go back to tl where I was still supposed to be under observation by Doctor Borck. .Clinic,

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Jim explained (with tears in hie voice) that hie dear cousin had never finished her coyarse. It seems that, as a sideline, she started to take lessons in parachute Jumping. She was supposed to count ten and then pull the rip cord. On her very first Jump Ruth got mixed up while counting Jim said she had a very beautiful funeral. Well, we got into the rocket ship and in Just about twenty minutes we were in Ai. (Quick trip, eh, kidt) The air port was about three miles from down town so we had to call a taxi. I noticed that the name on the cab was the Bower's Buggy . Jim said V ilma Dell v as the pres- ident of the company. Her only competitor was Margaret Winter who ovxe the Vinter Wagons . I was amazed at the size of Ai. Jim said it owed its growth to its mayor, Gladys Warner. By means of absurd promises, she had induced several large companies to move to Ai. Among these was the Bernath and Babcock Bottling Co., run by Charles and Janet. Uieir motto v as Better Bottled Beverages Bring Bigger Belches . I understand they are very successful. In fact, their Burp Juice had practically put the Coca Cola Bottling Co. out of business. ®ie promises of iiiss Warner had also attracted the Jewell Paper Co. Ibis company, which was headed by Miss Margaret Jewell, produced millions of Mag’s Bags . (I think it was the catchy name of these bags that made them so popular, and not their superiority, because after all a bag is only a bag — at least that's all they vrere when I went to school.) Margaret had also developed sheets of writing paper with only one side. ®ais, according to Margaret, was a very good idea, because this way it took only half as much wood pulp to produce paper. Right across from the court house a large statue stood. It was in honor of Meredith George, Ai's great humanitarian. After graduating, Meredith dedicated her life to improving the world and spreading happi- ness and good will. She became a Juvenile Judge and many were the boys who felt Judge George's juvenile justice. Although she made a few enemies, (the boys didn't like it very well when she made them go to Sunday School instead of sending them to reform school), she was be- loved by most of the people. She was constantly in the public eye. Headlines like Judge George Jeopardized Gin told the world of her kind deeds. She also did thousands of deed that never got into the papers. In fact, she died of exposure while taking ice cream to some people in the slums who were freezing Seeing Meredith's monument reminded me of Rita Gillen. I asked Jim about her and he said we were on our vay to see her. Ve pulled up in front of a building v hich, judging from the large sign in front, was a newspaper office. Vfe walked in and there behind a deak v as Rita, busily pounding a typewriter. She was surprised to see me and said she would mention my recovery in her daily column, Gillen s Gossip and possibly in her weekly Column, Rita's Rambling ”, I thanked her for her kindness(?). As we ’-rere leaving the newspaper office I stole — I mean I pur- chased a paper and while thumbing through it I noticed an article about my old classmate, Alvin Gross. It said Alvin (now a chemical engi-

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 ■ Our school days now have ended. And we'll all go on our way On a happy path of fortune In the not too far some day. We'11 have our tears, our sorrows, 3ut this we, too, shall bear, As have those other graduates Who fun .and hardship share. We'11 hold our heads as highly As the ones who went before Into the world of wonder Out through the school house door. We know it won't be easy; Worthwhile things never are; But we'll get through those hardships, We'll reach our highest star. We'll meet temptations grimly, And we shall do our part, And make this land of liberty A place within our heart. We're rather green at life, I guess. But we'll learn how things go. We'll learn to take things as they come, For there 11 be many a blow. And when our lives are over. And we no more shall roam. We hope to he remembered In our dear old Fulton home. —Meredith George