Fulton School - Fulton Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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I-l..n..-rm gg HI always thought, replied Beatrice, that he would become some kind of an orator. Do you remember the way he used to recite his lessons in school? The talk must have been very strong and interesting, for it was applauded greatlyg but, unfortunately, neither Beatrice nor I had a dictionary so we lost ,many of the important points. After this number came a motion picture starring Virginia Durbin. She was a new star and everyone watehed her, eagerly. Her face looks familiar, I said. Yes, replied Beatrice, she was Ethel tfolegroye. I haven 't heard from her since she entered the movies. I saw her husband, Harold Vtlaltz, about three weeks ago. He's a busi- ness man with headquarters in California. I was going to ask what business, but the play became very interesting at this point and I forgot about it. Next came a musical hit, Apple Blossoms, featuring Miss Margaret Danner at the piano, and Miss Esther Farber, voice soloist, while the great dancing 1naste1', Mr. Martin Raley and his partner, Miss Dorothy Riess, gave many fancy dances. Much grace and skill were expressed by these great artists whom we recognized at first sight. 'tMy!l' VVhat time will do, observed Beatrice. Yes, we never realized that our classmates could ever become such won- de1'ful people, I replied. Now came a new and unexpected thrill. The curtain rose slowly upon what seemed a field of ice and snow. The scene was very realistic and everyone gasped as a pair with skis fastened to their feet came into view. They climbed up to the top of the hill in the center of the stage, posed for a moment while the audience went wild with exeitea ment. A whist.le was blown and away they went swiftly down the icy hill and down into the audience. Up, up, up, they went through space into the highest gallery which was reserved for this purpose. The people craned their necks to get a better look at the skillful pair, who proved to be Virginia Camp and Bertram McBain. The last and most interesting event of the afternoon was a group of dances by Pavlowa II. She was very charming, and showed much skill in all her dances. Your wife, Maryetta, certainly showed talent,'5 I said, turning to Mr. Davis. I should be delighted to have both of you come to tea some after- noon before I return to Long Islandfl Thank you, very much,'7 answered Mr. Davis, I should be delighted to and I assure you my wife would too. We said good-bye and Beatrice and I started for a door. As we reached the street, we noticed a large crowd standing in front of the theatre. We drew near and to our surprise saw, in the center of the crowd, a tall and handsome young man of about twenty-five. His large blue eyes were shining with ex- citement. It was no other than Harold XValtz. Ladies and gentlemen, he said, I have in my hand the most wonderful gum ever made. It is called 'The Chewless GHIII., No energy is required to Nineteen I

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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

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575' I- l.ll..'l'Z 253 chew it. First, take a package of this wonderful gum, take off the silk wrap- pings and put it in your mouthg it chews itself. I will now demonstrate it. He did it with a grace and ease that showed long practice. Everyone in the crowd, ourselves included, bought a package. As we walked down St. Clair Street I noticed that the Valentine Building had been replaced by an artistically planned building. In big, electric letters across the front of the building was written, The Culler Art Studio - XVeleomef' That's Lee Cul1er's Studio. You remember Lee, don 't you? Beatrice asked. ttlndeed I do, I replied. Let's go in. As we came up to the door, it opened of its own accord, but when we were about to enter, we found ourselves sprawling on the sidewalk. We scrambled to our feet and looked at the door. It was closed and everything was still. The door opened again and a man came forward, making many apologies. 'tNVhy, it's Lee himself! exclaimed Beatrice. I hardly recognized you with your beard. Lee ushered us in and explained the accident. I'm very sorry that such a disagreeable thing happened. You see l had to buy two of these door contriv- ances because one is a Gordon, invented by Adelyn Gordon, and the other is a McCliesh, invented by our great inventor, Esmond McCliesh. They do not get along any better than their inventors used to. Every time Gordon opens the door, MctYliesh closes it and vice versa. I ean't get 1'id of them without offending the inventors. But come in, I want you to see my masterpiece and see if you can guess my model.', He took us into a large room, at the end of which there was hung the most wonderful painting I think I have ever seen. The picture was called The Para- dise Rose. In the center of the picture stood a beautiful girl dressed in yellow, her long, black, curly hair streaming down to her ankles. Oh, I do believe that is Kathryn Moules! exclaimed Beatrice. Yes, replied Lee. 'tShe poses for all my paintings. VW: admired the rest of Lee's paintings, and then, looking down at my shoe where my tiny foot-watch kept time, I discovered how late it was and we left. We turned our steps toward the New Secorf' Near Madison Avenue, we noticed a crowd gathered on the corner. I wanted to know what had happened. I said, t'C'ome, let 's go over and see. I do hope it isn't an animal that 's hurt, I added. VVhat's the matter'?', I asked a newsboy. Man's hurt, but they have sent up for the great Dr. Green and he'll be all right soon. Looking up at t.he near building, we saw the name Dr. Green in gold letters on a window, but this meant nothing to us. Here he comes now, 'I said the boy. We looked toward the entrance and saw a tall and stately man approaching, carrying a case on which was printed Dr. S. Green. 'tWhy, if it isn't Sidney Green, who everyone thought would become a violinist, cried Beatrice. Twenty