Galesburg Augusta High School - Rambler Yearbook (Galesburg, MI)

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1 thought that one day when 1 was down town I went into a small restaurant to get a lunch, and recog¬ nized in one of the waitresses, Lizzie Doit. She did not seem to have changed in appearance at all, except that she was dressed very gaily. We had quite a little talk about old times before I left, and she promised to come to see me. After I had been home but a few minutes, I heard a knock at the door and, upon opening it, confronted a personage who looked as if he had seen better days. I was rather surprised when he asked: “Is your name Whiting?” I answered that it was and asked him what he wanted. He said that his name was Harry Crittenden and perhaps I might re¬ member him. He explained that he had suffered great reverses of fortune and was much in need of a little ready money and, hearing of an old friend, thought per¬ haps he might get help. I told him that there was plenty of wood in the wood shed that needed splitting, but he didn’t seem to care to get money in that way for he turned away and went on down the street. The scene then seemed to change again and 1 thought I was lost in the mountains. I wandered on and on, and it was becoming dark, when I saw a cabin a little farther up the mountainside. I thought that I could probably find shelter there for the night and so I went on. When I reached the door, I was met by a large woman with faded yellow hair and, as I came up, she said, “You must he a stranger in these parts.” “Yes,” I answered, “and I am lost. Can I find lodging here for the night?” “I guess you can, such as it is,” she said. “My old man s just gone up the mountain after a bar he saw this morning.” 1 went into the cabin and sat down, while she busied herself in getting me something to eat. I no¬ ticed that she watched me very closely and seemed to be trying to recall something. But it somewhat sur¬ prised me when she exclaimed. “Amy Whiting, I know it must be you!” She then told me that her name was once Mabel Ralph, and that her “old man” was Harry Hunt. Just then that gentleman appeared and, in appearauce, he was, a typical mountaineer. Upon l eing told who I was he recognized me. Just at this moment I was startled by a noise which I at first thought to be an avalanche; but which after my mind had become clearer I discovered to l e the alarm clock on my dressing case. It isn’t very strange that I should have had such a dream, for within the last two weeks, I have heard of, or from, all of my old classmates. It was only this morning that I read in the paper that Senator H. H. Hunt of Montana was re-elected. There was quite a

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I goes) aw if lie had been drawn through a knot-hole and a small one at that; so that he had been stretched to a great length and had never quite recovered from the strain. The wagon with its load of rags and old iron seemed ready to collapse at any moment without much cause “Well!” I exclaimed to myself, “such is life.” As 1 walked on down the street, a large show hill stared me in the face from a saloon window. I stopped to read it. GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH! Come and hear the great star actress, Ethel Rice. Famous Comedian Ralph Steuard. See the Wonderful Three-legged Sheep. Admission 10c. Manager Nathan Nichols. I had just a quarter to my name, but 1 could get trusted at the grocery, so 1 decided to go to the show. It was a one horse affair, but the comedian w r as pretty good. It was always natural for Ralph Steuard to ‘ act up” for the amusement of others. Ethel Rice did not look very natural because she wore a w ig of light hair and her face was so covered with paint that she might have been a negro for all anyone could tell. After this the scene seemed to change, and I was back in my old Galesburg home. It was a bright after¬ noon in May and as I sat reading on the porch, I heard music down the street and, turning my head to see from whence it came, I discovered some street musicians. There was an Italian woman, with a bright colored bandana handkerchief on her head, playing an accor- dian. With her were two little dark skinned girls. One of them accompanied her mother on a tambourine, while the other danced to the music. After they had finished their performance, the smallest one started through the crowd which had gathered to pick up the pennies which kind friends would give her. When she came to mo she begged so prettily for, “just a penny,” that I could not refuse her. A few momenfs afterward, as I was walking down the street with a friend, she said, “Did you see that pretty street musician? She said that she used to live here and that her name was Zoe Wells.” “Why, I used to know her,” I said, “I wish I had spoken to her.” Again I seemed to be in the city, and I was dis¬ turbed front an afternoon nap by the cry, “Umbrellas to mend, Umbrellas to mend.” I suddenly remembered that l had a parasol which needed mending. So I went to the window and rapped upon it and the man came to the door. I asked him if he thought he could fix my parasol. Of course he could, he said, and so he set to work. He had a more intelligent looking face than the average umbrella mender, so I engaged him in conver¬ sation and found that he had at one time lived in my old home at Galesburg. I then questioned him and he turned out to be Will Pearson.

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I long article and also his picture. If newspaper pictures can be relied upon, he is even betterlooking than when he graduated. It spoke of his wife, who was Lizzie Dorr of Galesburg. She is a popular society woman in Helena, where they live, and is doing a great deal for the poor of that city. In the same paper was another article with the heading, “A New Book by Terber.” I knew who that w ' as instantly and so I read the article. Terber, or oth¬ erwise Mabel Ralph, is in Los Angelos, California. She is making a great success of her novels; I read one of them not long ago. It was entitled, “Some Incidents in a High School Girl s Life.” One of them I remem¬ ber distinctly. It was a description of how ' tw r o girls climbed upon the roof of a house near the school arid were soundly scolded by the superintendent for “tres¬ passing.” It was told in Terber’s best style and was very amusing. Most of the class have gained fame and honor in one way or another. Only yesterday I received a let¬ ter from Zoe Wells. It was dated May 10, 1917, and came from Berlin, Germany. She is making a success there as a teacher of music. She has many pupils from America w ' ho are finishing their musical educa¬ tion under her supervision. She says that she expects to come to America soon and is going to try to see all of her old classmates. Day before yesterday, as I w ' as stepping into the elevator in a store dow n town, someone touched my arm, and I turned to meet a very stylishly dressed lady w ho shiiled at my questioning look. “I see that you don’t recognize me,” she said. I told her that her face seemed familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen her. “Well, I am Ethel Rice,” she said. “Now% you re¬ member me.” “Yes, I do,” I answered. She is in San Francisco w here she owns a large de¬ partment store, and she says she is doing very w T ell. Ralph Steuard is here in Chicago, as you probably know. He is doing a successful law business. You know there has been great ado here over the victory of Admiral Pearson at Calcutta; and, among the names of the ofliteis who were here with their troops to celebrate the arrival of Admiral Pearson, was that of Gen. M. W. Haessig of the U. S. regulars. I saw ' the Admiral as he rode by in his carriage, but the crow ' d w T as so dense that 1 could not get near enough to speak to him, and I don’t suppose he w ould have rec¬ ognized me any w T ay since he has gained so many lion- ore. Last Tuesday I saw ' an account in the paper of the marriage of Harry Crittenden and a fashionable young heiress of New ' York. Their pictures were in the paper and she w r as certainly a beauty, while he w r as just as good looking as ever. What! must you go so soon? Well, call again some day and I w ill give you more chance to talk. Good bye.