Fulton School - Fulton Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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

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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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I-'PSN gig lVhom did he marry? asked inquisite Bob. Why! Don 't you know? He married Minnie Forasterf' replied Gertrude. Just then the President appeared and further conversation with Gertrude was impossible. He recognized them immediately and shook hands with all. Well, how is everybody? said Mister Maine. Just a minute, gentle- men, I'll call my wife,-Oh, Min, some more old Fultonites to see us! Soon Mrs. Maine appeared in the doorway. 'tOh! Look who's here. lVait a second, boys, there is someone else here. who will be glad to see you, I am sure, said Minnie. f . ln a minute or two she reappeared with our good friends, Dorothy tjoekerill and Esther Hull. They were visiting with Mrs. Maine until they could find a suitable place to open their modern cafeteria. Say, Minnie, where is a good place to Secure some meals?'l asked Bob, who was always hungry. ' VVl1y, the Cullum Tea Room is just around the corner on Benster Avenue. It is managed by Miriam O'Ncil, answered Minnie. Oh, that 's fine, I believe we'll have to go now, said the ever-hungry Bob. They left, scolding Bob for his abruptness, but. Bob replied that he was hungry Hllfl wanted something to eat. Taxi! Taxi I yelled John. A voice from farther down the street replied, Just a minute, sir. NVho do you think the fair taxi driver waS, why, Catherine Schwab of course, but she went unrecognized. To the Cullum Tea Room, driver. at once! said Bob. They hurried into the tea room, Bob in the lead, and sat down at a table. A waiter came up to take their order and was recognized as NVillard Smith. Just then the orchestra started up and Mlillard informed them that it was led by the great Frances llife, who had just returned from a successful trip to Europe. XVho's that coming in the door? asked Lytle. lVhy, it'S Ben lVilliams, with Martha VVebster and Erma Mitchell. HXVell! IVell! exclaimed Bob, 'tbut look who 's coming in the other door -Fred Lee, leading Eva Greenspon and Carroll Messing. They called to the new arrivals and they all seated themselves around the spacious table. After they had all enjoyed a good dinner, they fell to dis- cussing old times. AS the conversation was flying right and left, Bob reached over and touched Lytle, who was sitting next to him. 'tlVell, this is some place, isn't it? I should say it is, said Lytle. t'What do you say about staying here? said Bob. HAH right, if the others are willing, answered Lytle. VVhen the others were told, they agreed to the plan at once. e As Rife's Orchestra started playing the stirring anthem, Hail Fultonia, Bob Clingan jumped out of his seat, Three cheers for old Fulton! he cried, and they were given with a will by the old schoolmates. Well, I guess Fulton was a pretty good place after all, said Boyd.- Yes, came the chorus from all sides. V FINIS. Thirty-Two