Fulton School - Fulton Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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575 I-ul..-r:N 'gig Class Prophecy ' By Boyd Gernhard and John Hone, of Miss Cu1liun's Room It is probable that you have heard of Marker City and yet it is possible that you have not. But if you are one of the beloved members of Miss Cul- lum's graduating class of l922 you have missed a treat if you have not visited this-er-ah-quiet little city. During the recent fracas with Mexico, Cnamely, the YVar of 192353, we ac- quired half of the Mexican state of l'hihuahua, just south of the state of New Mexico. This result was mainly brought about by the magnificent efforts of the illustrious General William Lucas, who, accompanied by his able assistants, Kernel Kenneth Turner and 'tL7ap'n John Moore, forced Mexico to sur- render this territory to the United States within one month. President VVilliam George Charles Dorsey Blake, Ph. D., D. D., X. Y. Z., M. T., etc., of the United States of America, ,gave his kind permission to Gen- eral Lucas to form a country of his own out of this territory, to be populated and ruled by former members of Fulton School, Toledo, Ohio, U. S. A. This act was followed by a general rush of former Fultonians and their families to this new country. A government was formed which resembled that of the United States very closely. A House of Deputies was elected, which, though very much like our Congress, consisted of only one house instead of two. A president, Lawrence Maine, and a vice-president, Ralph Coleman, were elected. Towns, bridges, railroads, county lines, and buildings shot up as if by magic, and affairs in Fultonia, Cas it was calledb, went along quite noisily for a year or two. CHAPTER I. A former class president at Fulton sat under a broad awning outside of the Ambassador, a famous hotel in Atlantic City. His name is--what? Fred Dohn?-No, wrong! John Hone. Nodding sleepily at the noisy street, his mind ran back over the 29 years of his eventful young life. At the same table with the young millionaire, Qfor, by the way, he had inherited a cool million from his uncle, the Safe King J, sat another gentleman, not quite so tall, but dark, handsome, Well proportioned and dressed in quite as good taste as the blond giant at his side. Cf course you remember Bob Clingan of Room 9. Ill his capacity as private secretary and traveling companion to Mr. Hone, the erstwhile Robert served very well. Suddenly there appeared on the horizon, a young man of about thirty years who, after looking carefully around, seated himself and called for ice cream. There was something vaguely familiar about him which attracted the attention of our two friends. At last he looked up from the magazine that he Twenty-Nine

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575 iF'l-ll-'1 ZN 253 Kronicles of Kullum's Klassy Kids or an Lo! Kullum's Klassy Kids are ready to fare forth i11to the mysterious realms of high school wherein deeper learning is acquired. High school! Those magic words! Those majestic Words that have in- spired us with awe, admiration and envy these eight years. lVe have won- dered, will we ever attain the goal? And when we are on the threshold of our heart 's desire, we question ourselves as to whether we are dreaming and will soon awake to realize that it is but a passing dream. But enough of this, let us hasten to relate something of our class history. Only six of our classmates have attended Fulton from the kindergarten to the eighth grade. They are John Moore, Kenneth Turner, lVilbert lVacker, Lawrence Maine, George Bradley, and one girl, Luella Fritsche The lirst three years of school life were uneventful, but in the third grade, our class had several teachers, as the regular teacher was ill. lVe enteredthe fourth grade with Miss Simpson for our instructress in the three R's and other studies. The next three years were spent in portables due to the crowded con- dition of the building. Miss Eberth and Miss Bramwell taught. us in the fifth grade, Miss Neja and Miss Petty in the sixth grade, and Miss Dean and Miss Bramwell in the seventh grade. In the seventh grade we were compelled to have half-day sessions due to the increasing population of Fulton district. And then back to the building in the eighth grade we came with Miss Cullum as our guide. lVhat a grand and glorious feeling it was! But what a time we have led Miss Cullum, in the deep, dark abysses of English, Arithmetic, and History, owing to those half- day sessions in the seventh grade. Still, most of us will pull through and one or two will pass with honors. Many good times have been enjoyed by the class this year, among them the Freshmen Party, which was given by the eighth grade pupils to those Freshmen who attended Fulton last year. ' And now with the eighth grade picnic looming in the near future and our diplomas and report cards awaiting us, we are happy and carefree, ready to enjoy our vacation to the utmost in preparation for hard study, good grades, and good conduct. in high school, business college or life. Let us bid adieu to good old Fulton, to its principal, Miss Marker, to Miss Cullum and other teachers, thus ending our grammar school life. -Frances Blake. Twenty'Eight

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575' I ir'l.ll.'l :Ni 3513, was reading and with a quick smile of recognition, he dashed over to the table at which they were sitting, and pumped the hand of Hone. Johnny Hone! he eried, what are you doing here? Boyd G6l'l1l1Hl'dlyl yelled Bob. I'll he ding dingedl' from John. Hello, Bob, old cutup. how are ya ? said our friend Boyd breathlessly. What are you doing here? asked John. Why, I 3111 vice-president o the NVolf Motors, Inc, 'Member Carl? YVell, he invented a twelve cylinder bus, called the American XVolf. Quite a car. I get a salary of 5Ii20,000. Not a bad job, eh? said Boyd. Lite, you know, liytle Parks, is my general manager. He does all the work, it certainly is a snap for me. He paused, removed his cap and contin- ued: Quite a few old Fultonians are working for Carl and myself. Parks has charge of the branch at Chicago, my headquarters are at New York, Cy Basinger is at Boston, and George Bradley is at San Francisco. I am Waiting to meet Lytle now. VVhat are you and Bob doing? YYe'? Oh! YVe're just traveling around having a good time. But, say, I thought Lytle Parks had quite a little moneyg what 's he working for?l' asked Bob. 'tWell, he's just helping me out you see, we've both made quite a bit and are just waiting for Carl to relieve us, then we're going to Europe. The waiter then appeared with a yellow slip of paper in his hand. Mister Boyd Gernhard, he called. 'tHere, waiterfl said our friendg guess it 's from Carl, he added to John and Bob. 'tHe says, 'Am sending two men to take the place of you and Parks. Basinger is to take charge at New York. I am leaving for Fultonia tonight, Good luck.-Carl NV.' Fnltonia? questioned Bob, 'twhat is that? Sounds familiar. Yes, said Boyd, Uread this article in the Binzer Weekly, edited by dear old I1'ene B., he added, handing the magazine to John and Bob, who scanned the paper with interest. VVhew! said Jolm and Bob together, that sounds good, let's go. UJust what I was thinking, replied Boydq there is a train leaving for New Orleans in two hours, if it 's all right with you I'm ready and I know Lytle will go. All right-waiter! The t1'unks of these gentlemen a1'e at this hotel- mine are at the Traymore, send them all to the New York and Southern station -hurry ! Inside of five minutes the redoubtable Parks appeared, was duly ac- quainted with the facts and agreed to go at once. Outside of meeting Luella Fritsche, who was also hurrying to Fultonia, they had an uneventful trip. Arriving in New Orleans eight hours later they took the Aeroplane Express for Marker City. After a day of hard traveling, they wasted no time in get- ting into their berths. John read the Marker City News, and fell asleep won- dering about the strange country he was about to visit, populated only by friends that he had not seen, some of them, in twelve years. Thirty