Gibson City High School - Drummer Yearbook (Gibson City, IL)

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,' Q ,455 - '17 ,I C. station next Friday evening at seven-thirty to hear Dick Warfield give his talk on stock. Since he has become owner of the biggest dairy farm in this part of the coun- try N. B. C. has had him give talks once a week. 'fl almost forgot, said Mrs. Phelps-Kenney, that I want to listen to Margaret Wr1ght's 'advice to the fbroken hearted', quarter hour, too. I sent in a letter asking what I should do if I suddenly discovered that my boy friend was a speed maniac- not meaning you, by the way-you're afraid to drive over twenty-five miles an hour. The last remark got under Mr. Phelps-Kenney's skin, for he grumblingly went to bed.. The nextmornlng he was in little better humor. He nearly stripped the gears of his car starting to work. He went down the street at the astounding rate of forty miles per hour. When he heard the shrill scream of a siren, he saw a motor cop wav- ing him to the curb. Where's the fire? snapped the cop in the proverbial manner of traffic cops. I should have known better, mumbled Mr. Phelps-Kenney. But it really was not so bad as he thought. Well, well, it is my old friend Mr. Phelps-Kenney, said the cop who turned out to be Wallace Suter. What are you doing in such a hurry? I never knew you to drive over twenty miles an hour. I am afraid I will have to give you a ticket though, be- cause an officer was standing on the corner with me when you went past. He sent me after you. It won't matter much because the judge is our old friend Walter Ricks. He will probably let you off, since this is your first offense. I am certainly glad of that, said Mr. Phelps-Kenney, emitting a sigh of relief. I was worried for a few minutes. Wallace nodded to Mr. Phelps-Kenney and went on his way. It was only a block to the p-olice station so that was the first place that Mr. Phelps- Kenney went. He no sooner entered the door than he brushed up against Gordon Bane, chief of the detective squad. His cigar, of course, was not lit, but he seemed to enjoy chewing it. They exchanged a few words of greeting and Mr. Phelps-Kenney told Bubbles of his plight. The detective offered to go in with his friend and see if he could help him. They entered the court room and had to wait a few minutes as there was already a case before the judge. A western rancher had accused a man of stealing his automobile while he was visiting in Gibson City. On closer inspection he found the rancher to be Fred Gilmore. It was not long before he was through, said Mr. Phelps-Kenney later to his wife, and I shook hands with Fred and proceeded to see what Walter Ricks, the judge, could do for me. I settled with Mr. Ricks and I was just leaving when the court reporter for the 'Enterprise' tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and was face to face with Katherine Thomas. After some persuasion I managed to get her to keep still about my plight and so now I do not have to worry about being betrayed by the 'Enter- pr1se'. I brought you a present. I was waited on personally by Leona Ogg, who owns the jewelry shop in conjunction with Evelyn Bratcher. I was ably assisted in picking out an inexpensive present, so that I went on my way whistling. I finally got to my office and found that my private secretary, Minnette Green, was already there. This was unusual for she is usually late. I asked her if I had had any callers or any letters. She told me that the civil engineer, Donald Ayresman, who had just finished bridging Drummer Creek had phoned for an appointment and would be in some time during the afternoon. Opening my mail I found a letter from Lizzie Borchers., the librarian in the public library, asking for a donation for the sup- I2-ort of this institution. This was customary and every business man in town gave some kind of a subscription. I put this aside for my secretary to take care of. I had hardly taken up the day's work when I was called to the telephone by some- one calling my attention to a political meeting to be held in the high school gym that evening. The speakers were to be our congressman, Robert McMahon, and Dorothy Hanson, a state senator from our district. Bob McMahon was the one who fostered the latest tax reform bill. Just as I was putting on my hat to leave for lunch a gentleman entered my office and sat down in an easy chair. This wasn't unusual, for every noon Charles Lane ra tive-nty-nlne

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UQ-' i , 17 I I Reginald, oh Reginald, run out and get the cat before it tracks up the flower bed and pick up that flower pot that the cat knocked over. I'm.gonna give that cat cyanide of potassium some day, mumbled the man, struggling to his feet. He walked out of the house to get the cat and discovered his neighbor, Kenneth Karr, sitting on his porch smoking his Corona Corona. Nice weather we're having, Mr. Phelps-Kenney hailed his friend stooping over to pick up the miscreant. Yes, it is, answered Kenneth, stepping off the porch. A short conversation ensued, the outcome of it being that a game of checkers was arranged. Bring your wife along and she can visit with my wife. I'll do that, answered Kenneth. Thus it was that half an hour later, the front room was filled with cigar smoke and a pleasant atmosphere of home life. How are the stores in your district making out? I hope that you are not having any more trouble. No, answered Kenney, I think everything is running smoothly and we are doing more business now than we ever have in the history of our chain. You know, said Mrs. Karr, I think I shall get a permanent wave at one of the Venus beauty shops. They are so reasonable that I don't see how they manage to keep all the shops going. Yes, answere-d Mrs. Phelps-Kenney, Saxon Wheeler and Jessie Weaver cer- tainly do have heads for business. I am sure they would not operate if they were not making money. The topic of conversation drifted to athletics. I lost about ten dollars last winter on the Taylor Trunks, said Mr. Karr, when they were defeated at Christmas time, but it was the only game they lost all season. Since Evelyn Arens has been with 71 them they have won most of them. I am going to bet my money on the Cubs this year, stated Mr. Phelps-Kenney. With that layout they've got, and a manager like Shamel Moore they ought to take the pennant. What do you think about Rayfield Hecht's chances for the middle weight boxing championship, next year? Mr. Karr asked. I think he will just about take it as he didn't seem to have much trouble getting up to the place that he is. By Jove! exclaimed Mr. Phelps-Kenney, looking at his watch, It's time to tune in and listen to Ted Worms Orchestra at the Triagon Ball Room. That is my favorite orchestra now that he has Ray Blissard for his trumpet player and Francis Zimmer- man on the saxophone. I hear they are going to play for that new Ziegfield comedy, 'Hotcha'. I think I will see this when I go to Chicago next month and I'd like to sec Lew Leslies 'Black Diamonds' starring Maxine Johnson. It has been creating quite a sensation, I understand, at the Apollo. The Chicago Civic Opera Company interests me more than those do, said Mr. Karr. I should like to hear Dorothy Jane Guy as she sings in the opera 'Traumerei'. That reminds me, she is going to broadcast on C. B. S. at nine-thirty next Saturday evening. A discussion followed concerning their favorite radio stars, but they were disturbed by the ringing of the doorbell. Mr. Phelps-Kenney arose, went to the door, and came back bearing a small card. Your Fuller brush man will return in a few days, he read, and presents you with his compliments in the form of a hand brush. Your Fuller agent is Orlo Staufferf' By the way, I think we need an auto brush. The hairs were coming out of the old one the last time I washed the car. You might get a new one while he is here. I need a dust mop, too, answered his wife. You might tell him to stop over at our house when he is in the neighborhood, said Mrs. Karr, I should like to see some of his brushes. The clock struck ten-thirty, and Mr. and Mrs. Karr arose to leave. I have to gn to Guthrie in the morning, said Mr. Karr, and I want to get a little sleep to-night. I expect we had better leave now. They exchanged farewells, and the visitors left. By Jove! said Mr. Phelps-Kenney, I meant to tell him to listen in on some N. B. L.: C, 5-figs-.+R-1.- tw'-nty-1-ifzht

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I 1 , arf' came in and waited until I was ready to have lunch. We took the elevator down and went around the corner to the grill. l+I1oviv,are you coming along with 'Fleet St.'? I should think it just about half finis e . ' I,hope this will be a best seller like my last one. I could use a little money now. ' When Mr. Phelps-Kenney went back to the office after lunch, he found a note telling him to report to his chief immediately. He informed him that he was to be in charge of selecting an electric sign for the tcp of the building. He found what he wanted in one of Nagle's catalogues. Nagle's was the biggest sign manufacturing company in Gibson. It was started by Jack Nagle years before and had been worked into a prosperous business. Since he knew Jack personally he went to call on him at his office but found that it was empty. He repaired to Jack's house and was met at the door by a nurse. She seemed vaguely familiar to Mr. Phelps-Kenney but it was not until she started speak- ing that he recognized her as being Geraldine Reiners. Oh, is someone sick? he asked, a little taken back. Another nurse walked up and tapped Geraldine on the shoulder. Mrs. Nagle wants you, she said. This second nurse was Helen Rider. He decided to postpone his visit until a more propitious time. On his way to his office he stopped in at the Hasker Wright Dry Goods Co. , the biggest dry goods chain in Central Illinois, to get a spool of thread for his wife. He met Hasker on the first floor and told him about Jack's wife. He went on his way and stopped at Mabel Christiansen's Floral Shoppe to send a bouquet to Mrs. Nagle. When he finally went home for supper, he found that his wife had company. Cath- crine Carden, County Superintendent of schools, had stopped in to spend the week- end. This was quite a surprise but not an unpleasant one. They had a very pleasant supper. Our program, said Catherine, was quite a success. Elva Witt gave a wonderful talk on the business world. You know, I suppose, that she is acclaimed the most successful business woman in the city. Louise Kerchenfaut, debate instructress at Purdue, gave a talk on the value of debating and public speaking. Bonnie Schwartz, manufacturer of the 'Bonnie Bon Bons' in Dubuque, also gave a talk on the making of candy. The program was concluded by Elsie Rae McMahon, the statistician. who talked on the possibility of higher prices in general for next year. I think that we sh She was interrupted by a feline yowl. The crash of breaking glass reverberated through the house. Reginald! Go get that cat before it gets into a fight with that cat next door. The hero arose and left without saying a word, but when he was outside one could see the deep, dark, ruddy gore in his eye and hear him mumble something about cyanide of potassium. 0NE'S BEST FRIEND When a person is feeling blue. Whom can he tell his troubles to? Who will listen and sympathize, Not with false words but with his eyes? His dog! Then if the master wants to play, To run and frolic and be gay, Of all his friends under the sun, He knows that he can count on one- His dog! He is always a constant pal, Whether his name is Rex or Haig If he is collie or a chow, Who will always be true-and how? His dog! -R. L. Jordan, '32. - or a riifeaqeeflai as-'lie H. thirty