Fulton School - Fulton Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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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

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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 l'l-ll-'PSN egg, Class History of Room Nineteen of no It was a bright September morning in 1913 and through the doors of Fulton School crowds of children were constantly streaming. They were all there from the big, dignified eighth graders to the tiny tots clinging to their mothers' hands, just about to embark upon their school career. Among these little ones were ourselves. After the first awful week or so, we got used to getting up early in the morning and tramping to school. That first year we learned several things. How to spell cat and rat, how to cross a street without getting run over and how to sit in school all day without talking. In later years we forgot some of these things, especially the latter. That first eventful year we spent in Miss Houston's room and then we passed into Miss Keplinger's second grade. In the second and third grades every child who received an honor card or a one hundred paper was marched around the entire building to exhibit his trophies. The third year we spent under Miss t'ampbell's care and it was our first experience in a fresh-air room. This year was also noted because we received our first grade cards! Miss Mayhew, our fourth grade teacher, was married in the middle of the year fto our chagrini and Miss Hiser taught us until June. That year, for the first time, we left two of our number behind when we passed into Miss XVeyburne's fifth grade. VVe began manual training that year. The girls took sewing and the boys were under Mrs. Owen. Cocoa was also served for the first time. ' VVhen we entered Miss Yeslin's room we looked back on our Hfth year and realized that we were having some good times at school and it wasn't all work. In the sixth grade we dramatized plays, had the piano for music, learned decimals and did several other noteworthy things. Then at the end of the year, Miss Marker told us the awful news that the class was to be divided. Half were to go to Miss Amesse and half to Miss Perkins and soon a friendly rivalry grew up between the classes. That year, also, many new pupils and some from the portables were put in our rooms. Then came the basketball season and although we didn't win all the games we at least had a team. The classes were again divided and we entered upon our eight year-a year of study, balanced by an equal number of good times. From the begin- ning of the first semester, we looked forward to the greatest events of the year -the Freshman Party and the time in the middle of June, 1922, when we were to make our exit from grade school and start another episode in our lives and become little insignificant Freshmen. -Lenore Fain. Thirt y-Three