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

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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.

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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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BATTLE CREEK ST. E. FROM CHURCH ST. Photo by Joy. X VALEDICTORY. X William L. Pearson. Commencement, what it means to us as a class. This occasion is appropriately named commence¬ ment. A course of study requiring twelve years of ear¬ nest work has been accomplished by the members of this class. That means that we have creditably passed the requrind examinations in each grade and have earn¬ ed the right to graduate from the Galesburg High School, But we are conscious that we have only tast¬ ed of the fruits of the Tree of Knowledge. When four years ago, we were promoted from the grammar department, the high-school course seem¬ ed to compass all human knowledge. We realize to¬ day however that we are just commencing to help our¬ selves. It is indeed commencement time with us. Some of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge has fallen easily within our reach; some has been shaken down for us; but the best and most enduring remains to be hand-picked. We shall need ladders and help, to gather plentifully, but the fruit is ours for the climbing. W e have been assisted by the labors of others, and have been largely dependent on them in the past. Now, we must commence to toil and climb and begin to share with others in the work of the world. Our Edu¬ cation so far has developed our powers, and shown us how to apply them. Before us today stretches the inviting future, like distant mountains whose peaks are only reached by foot-paths, step by step. There is no Royal road to learning or success in life. Then too we are just beginning to understand the debt of gratitude we owe to all who have made this day possible to us. All the resources of our homes, society, and the state, have been working together for our ben- ifit