Fulton School - Fulton Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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125' r'l.n.-r:N EYE, oUR CLASS, 'zz Room Twenty-Miss Benster At a class meeting l1eld in September, l921, this class chose the following officers: Richard Stophlet, president, Edward Mauk, vicevpresidentg Shelby Morrison, secretary: Ethel Colegrove, treasurer, and Carolus Sheffield, council- 111311. These officers with the co-operation of the class, efficiently carried on their work and kept a good spirit in Room twenty. PICTURE Top row, left to right: Selina Paris, Harold VValtz, Marguerite Parquet, Richard Stophlet, Beatrice Didhain, Carolus Sheffield, Martin Raley, Thelma DuVall, Fanny Reinstein, Adelyn Gordon, Sidney Green. Second row, left to right: Louise Dean, Edward Husted, Lucile Vogel, Howard Miller, Barbara Brewster, lice Fuller, Eleanor XVynkoop, Edward Mauk, Dorothy Riess, Esmond McCliesh, Elizabeth Graham. Third row, left to right: Mary Louise Hansen, Shelby Morrison, Virginia Camp, Standford Treuhaft, Ethel Colegrove, Miss Benster, Kate Moules, Esther Farber, Russell Davis, Phyllis Hallein, Bertram McBain, Margaret Danner. Prophecy for Room Twenty To Nineteen-Thirty and Back XVhat a wonderful feeling it is to sit back in a cozy chair while the May breezes blow in from the open window. To be sure it is not very often that a young woman of twenty-four has ti111e for this sort of thing, but, as I had nothing else to do, I sat gazing out of the open window. All of a sudden an inspiration seized me and jumping to my feet, I took my hat and coat and Went out into the beautiful May sunlight for a walk. Walking swiftly along the street, I saw a tall girl about my own age, approaching ine. 1 wonder who that is? I said to myself: I recognize her face but I can not place her. As she passed me, I accidently stepped upon her long lace train, a late Paris importation. Oh, pardon me! I said. VVell! exclaimed the girl, If it isn't Barbara Brewster! Why, Beatrice Didhan1, I said, I did not recognize you at first. Where are you going this beautiful day? Oh, I was just taking a walk, answered Beatrice. NVon't you come with me? I am going to Keith 's to see Pavlowa II or Myrtle Hansenette. I'd love to, I answered. You see, replied Beatrice, I have two tickets for the box. A friend was going with me, but at the last minute she phoned me that she was ill. Where are you living now? I live on Long Island, where I have my Nature Study studio. VVhile in Seventee f

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Room 20. MISS BENSTER'S CLASS

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575' I-l..ll..'l':N gig Toledo, I am staying at the New Secorf' I have taken up the study of nature and enjoy, it very much. I have many wild birds and animals and I intend to go into the study further. By the way, who is this Myrtle Hansenette ? I asked. She formerly was Mary Louise Hansen. NVhy! she exclaimed, she was your best friend at school! Oh! Is that really Mary Louise? Vtihen I came back from Long Island I could not find her here so I thought she had moved somewhere else. I never dreamed she would keep up her dancing so long, I thought it was just a pastime. Hurry, Beatrice said, we don't want to miss the music. XVe both laughed as we quickened our steps. YVe did not realize that we were noisy, but, as we were entering the theatre, a policeman whom we at once recognized as Carolus Sheffield, stepped up to us and whispered, Have-n't you heard the order that there shall be no loud talking or noises on or in the public places and streets of Toledo? Mayor Richard Stophlet is endeavoring to make this city more thoughtful and digni- fied, and giggling and loud talking are not allowed in public. Fulton School has the honor of giving to Toledo the best mayor it has ever had. Mr. Esmond McCliesh, the inventor, has suggested putting rubber tires 011 the street cars. I am sorry, sir, but we didn't know about it. I never read the papers but I am sure it will not happen again, I gasped. As we turned away I said, Weill 'Weill You know Richard used to be the President of our class in the eighth grade. Little did we know then that he would become Mayor of our city, and such a dignified one, too. We entered the theatre, and a young usher stepped up to us and said, Tickets, please. As Beatrice handed him the tickets, I noticed a smile cross his face and I asked, Who is that usher? Oh, that's Stanford Treuhaft, and there's Garth Morris in tl1e other aisle, rushing around as usual. It did not seem very strange to see them as ushers because they used to like the aisles so well at school. We were soon seated in our box and I turned around to observe the aud- ience. A familiar face next to us caught my eye. Who is that gentleman?l' I turned to Beatrice and asked. Why, that's Russell Davis. Good afternoon, Miss Didham and Miss Brewster, said he, recognizing us at once, have you come to see my wife dance? Your wife! I exclaimed. Mr. Davis laughed and replied, Yes, we were married two years ago. The music started and the curtain rose and revealed a very dignified looking young man. Another man stepped out and said, Ladies and gentle- men, we have with us this afternoon, Mr. Shelby Morrison, who will now speak upon the Exasperating Interference of Radio with Our Aerial Mail Service, Mr, Morrison, please step forward. . Why! exclaimed Mr. Davis, If that isn't Shelby Morrison, who used to be in the eighth grade with us, Eighteen