Fulton School - Fulton Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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575 r'l.u..-r:N EE Yes, I replied, but do look there! A sign on the window next to Dr. Green 's had caught my eye. lt read: How I grew thin in two lessons. Oh, yes, said Beatrice, 'fthat's Mrs. B. McBain's office. You know her, she was formerly Eleanor VVynkoop. ' Indeed! I surely must go in and see her before I go home to Long Island. It was getting late, so we hurried on to the New Secor. We arrived about six-thirty and Beatrice explained that the Aerial Service would be in soon. There is going to be a moonlight ride over the lake tonight, she informed me. VVe heard a loud buzzing and looking up into the sky, we saw an immense aircraft swooping down toward the hotel. ' 'AOf course you know the roof is one of our numerous air stations, ob- served Beatrice. Do you think we would have time to go up before dinner? f'VVe'll make time, I said. After a ten-minute ride in the hiest or the new style elevator, we reached the seventy-ninth story and stepped onto the roof. Just alighting from the huge craft were a handsome lady and gentleman. VVhy! I exclaimed, if that isn't Miss Marker, but who is that gen- tleman ? Don't you know? That 's her husband, the present owner of this hotel, said Beatrice. They were married eight years ago. That handsome young pilot is Howard Miller. He holds the record for fast air flightf' After talking to Howard, and promising to go on the moonlight ride, we went down for dinner. As we were on our way down, we noticed the 'thiest boy, who wore a red flannel suit with long white trousers, seemed to be trying to draw our attention. ' Beatrice turned to me and whispered, K'That 's Phyllis Hallem, isn 't it?'l Why, yes, so it is, I said. VVe talked to her as we descended to the Hrst floor. Our dinner was rather hurried, as we were eager to start for the moonlight, which left at eight sharp. Soon we were on board and in a few minutes we glided over the lake. Let's dance, I said. ' All right, said Beatrice. L'Isn't the music inspiring? I said, as we approached the dance hall. It surely is, and how wonderful it is that Mr. Miller can balance this aero- plane so people can dance! But look, Beatrice added, isn't that Thelma Du Vall playing the piano RIILI Selma Paris singing? K t'Yes, I believe it is, I replied. After many enjoyable dances we decided to go out on the deck. What's wrong? Beatrice asked, looking toward a tall, curly-headed woman, who seemed very excited and who was exclaiming, Oh, what ever shall I do ii We recognized her as Marguerite Parquet with her seven children. -She said she was teaching the children about the stars and did not notice that one of the boys was missing. ' A young man with auburn hair, whom we recognized as Edward Mauk, came forward. I'll find him, I'1l find him, he grinned. Don't you know I'm a second Sherlock Holmes? Twenty-One

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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

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575' l l.lL-TSN EE Sure welll find him, called a voice behind Detective Mauk, and there appeared his shadow, Edward Husted. In less time than it takes to tell it, they appeared still grinning and carry- ing a sleeping child. f'Poor fellowf' said Edward Husted, I know just how it is. I used to sleep in class, too. NVe had just settled down for a rest after the excitement when we saw a girl carrying a large basket of candy yelling, Candy for sale! Home-made candy fo1' sale ! That's Elizabeth Graham, we both said at once, and she smiled as we spoke. She gave us a box of fresh home-made candy. It certainly pays to remember school friends, observed Beatrice, as she bit into a chocolate. VVe became thirsty and went for a drink. To our surprise, Fanny Reinstein greeted us at the entrance and informed us that she owned all the refreshments in the Aerial Service. VVe went out on deck again and noticed that the sky had clouded alld a heavy wind was blowing. The airship rocked to and fro in the storm and we began to have a sea-sick feeting. Lam-ons! Le-in-ons! called two girls as they swayed from side to side, eating a lemon held in one hand and trying desperately to balance a tray in the other. The storm grew worse and the lightning flashed. An awful thunderclap, and the aircraft sank gradually downwards. The people were panicstricken and rushed from side to side, screaming in their fear. Be quiet and don 't push. Here are the life preserversf' call the eaptain's voice. Oh, we cried together, that is Miss Benster's voice. VVhere is she? VVe looked about eagerly, but the passengers made a mad rush for the life preservers and the aircraft shot downwards. Beatrice and I grasped each other and said not a word. Down, down, down, the craft sank and soon the cold waters of the lake closed over our heads, but Beatrice and I still clung desperately to each other. All of a sudden a faint voice was heard above the noisy storm, It grew louder and louder: Beatrice and Barbara! I ! ! ! Close tha.t window immediately and get to work on that prophecy. Don't you know it must be finished this noon ? I came to with a start and found myself clinging to my classmate in a back seat of Room 20, with the window open behind us and the rain pouring in. The calendar o11 the wall said May, 1922, and before us lay this prophecy half finished. In the front of the room Miss Benster stood giving us her warning. Yes, Miss Benster, we replied. It will be finished in ten minutes. The End. BEATRICE DIDHAM, BARBARA BREWSTER. Twenty-Two