Fulton School - Fulton Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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

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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 run.-rl:N EYE CHAPTER II. The sun pouring into the porthole over his berth, and the rocking of the great machine in which he was sleeping awoke Bob Clingan on the morning of June seventeenth, nineteen thirty-six, on the roof of the Aeroplane Express Building i11 Marker City. He arose, awakened the others and plied the porter with questions, closely resembling the following: VVhat time is it? asked Bob. Sir, we arrived at nine thirty-three, it is now ten o'clock, the porter replied. Huh l said Bob with astonishment, but where are we? On top of the Aeroplane Express Building, sir. All the aeroplanes land here-it is seventy-Hve stories high, the highest building in Ma1'ker City, the porter replied in a respectful tone. The porter, by the way, was Norman McC'hesney, but Bob did not recog- nize him at the time. By the time that Bob had Hnished probing the porter the others were up and ready to go. They went inside the mammoth building and took the ele- vator to the ground floor. This elevator was a spacious one fitted up like a Pullman car, and during the fifteen minute ride they enjoyed themselves in looking over the strange scenes, for the side of the building on which the cars ran was made of glass about three inches thick, all the way to the ground. As they alighted a huge sign caught Bob 's eye, Venus Beauty Parlors, Anna Lang, Sarah Pappas, Alice Dresser, Proprietors. Look at that, exclaimed Bob, let's go in. They crossed the street and entered the establishment. Whom should they see but ou1' old friends, Al 'Weckle, having l1is hair marcelled by Anna Lang. ' VVhew, let's get out while we can, said Bob. They ran down the street and into a small store that stood on the corner. As they entered, breathless, a sweet voice behind them inquired, NVhat can I do for you gentlemen? Just then another sweet voice started singing 'tScotland's Burning, ac- companied by someone at the piano. They turned and beheld the slim and beautious Miss J. Fink, she informed them, not recognizing them, that Miss Theresa Reicherd was singing and Miss Florence Damraur was at the piano. As they left they noticed a sign above the place, Fink-Reicherdf' All Latest Song Hits. I should say this is Fultonia, exclaimed Lytle. Come on, called Boyd, t'let's find a good hotelf' They finally located the Hotel Dean, managed by Wilbert Wacker, assisted by his wife, who was formerly Miss Frances Blake. They secured a fine suite of six rooms and proceeded to make themselves at home. Let's call on Lawrence Maine, he's president, you know, said John. They dressed for the call on the President and proceeded to the palace. They were let in by the chief attendant, Gertrude Seligman, who recog- nized them at once and-led them to the reception chamber. I am sure the President and his wife will be glad to see you, said Gertrude. 'Ihirtv-One