Glens Falls High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Glens Falls, NY)

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29 THE RED and BLACK I turned once more to the pile of correspondence. The top letter, postmarked Hollywood, led me to investigate to see if anyone was in the movies. Yes, Walter' Been, with a company of his own, producers of the Funning Farces, was just beginning the filming of another of his justly famous farces. Ruth Barnes was his leading lady, while Cecelia Smith was his scenery editor. The letter went on as follows: Perhaps you would be interested to know that some other Glens Falls people are out here in California. Kathryn Dean, who had such won- derful success on the stage, has just entered the movies, and Lil Duell- of the High School Follies-came with her to spend the summer here. Imagine my surprise on learning that Byron Howe, our little Byron, was one of the main attractions as a six-foot prodigy at the circus which came here recently. As I finished the letter, Kathryn Brown looked up from the account she was writing. Here are some items that you might like to hear, she said. They are about some of our old friends. Here, for instance, is a notice that Fitch Bullard has accepted a position as Professor of Psychology and Philosophy in Harvard. In the same line of work is Ifsther Cook, world-famed archaeologist, who has recently discovered the tomb of King Tut's brother. This one is from the Philippines, saying that Florence Climas has been appointed Girl Scout Executive there. But to come back to Glens Falls, did you know that long-legged Law- rence Lipe is running for mayor against George Turner? VVell, I must get busy, writing up Eleanor I.yman's last party. She's society leader here now, and she took up her pencil again. I was gazing out of the window dreaming and thinking over the strange careers the different ones had chosen, when a large sign across the street caught my eye. It read- Craytor and Davison, Insurance Agency. Pardon me for interrupting you, I said to Kathryn., but is it Scott and Murice, who have the office over there? Yes, she answered, and they have a fine business. VVhy, as I passed just now, Lillian Butler and lVIartha Fletcher were coming out. They said they had been renewing their accident policy. By the way, do you see this magazine? Recognize the girl on the cover? You're right. Florence Donahue is making her fortune by posing. The illustrations for one of the stories in last month's number were drawn by Betty I-Iulsapple. You can't keep the class of '23 down, she finished. A ,

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THE RED and BLACK 23 So many have left Glens Falls, I remarked, but anyhow, our class President has not deserted us. Ted is demonstrating Red Tag Cosmetics in Woolwo1'th's department store. Then there is the sad case of Kathryn Hickey, who got so excited one day that she talked too fast and her words choked her so that ever since she has been unable to speak. But her sister does all her talking for her now, they say. And Ruth O'Connor is a trained nurse who is taking care of Foster Rhodes in the home for feeble-minded on Fulton street. Marquis had been rushing around like mad all this time and as he dashed out of the room he asked me to answer the ringing telephone. A gentle voice asking to speak to the editor convinced me in a sec- ond that the speaker was Fran Kiley, one of the partners of the Rialto Music Shop. She wished me to tell Marquis that she could not be at the reunion tomorrow. Tomorrovv! I exclaimed. 'fVVhy, the reunion is a week from to- morrow. Oh, dear, sighed Frances. You see, I have started a new method -putting all my engagements ahead a week, so as to keep my appoint- ments on time. I haven't it quite adjusted yet, and with another sigh, she hung up. Next I opened a telegram from Harold Rowe, sent just before his sailing for Valparaiso. Harold is a civil engineer. Valparaiso, I thought. Oh, yes, that's where Mary Solly was last heard from. Only her name is not Solly now. It has changed so often I can't quite remem- ber what it is. Anyhow, the last husband died and she is touring the world at present. l.ouise VVashhurn is with her as companion. Louise is as quiet as ever, I've heard, and spends most of her time typewriting, as there are no toboggan slides in Valparaiso. That morning had brought me many surprises, and I should have been prepared for anything, but when Kathryn Brown walked into the room, armed with a large sheaf of notes, I was too astonished to speak. She seemed in very much of a hurry. You will excuse me, she said, but as I am society editor I must write up my column. VVhere's my pencil? Oh, I left it in my coat pocket. She ran out and returned in a minute with a particularly nice shining silver pencil. Albert Anderson-he's a traveling salesman now-gave it to me, when he stopped off here a while ago, she explained as I was admiring it. He said Charles McNulty was on the road, also, selling silk stock- ings-one of the fastest working salesmen he knew and the most loquaciousf'

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THE RED and BLACK 30 I was inclined to believe her, when reading a New York paper a little later, I came across familiar names. On the sporting page in glar- ing headlines was the statement, llaby lid. Knocks 30th Home Run. Reading further I discovered that the person referred to was liddie Gersten, the present home-run king, and idol of every boy in the country. And as if that were not enough of a shock, another startling announce- ment caught my eye, Renato Verna breaks all records for the mile run. VVe always knew Cupid would be a fast track man. In the Rook Review section. I noticed a detailed resume of Morris Halperin's latest collection of poems, Love Lyrics. Marquis came out from his private office, watch in hand. lt's half past twelve, said he. I.et's go get something to eat. I gladly agreed, for I was somewhat worn out with all my research work, and the prospect of food, as always, was alluring. He presently brought me to a pretty new coffee house. VVhy, I said in surprise, I hadn't seen this before. VVho is running it P Two of the girls in the class, Illanche VVells and Vivian Lester. It's very popular, and they are making a splendid go of it. 1 like to come here, for it's where all those who still live in Glens Falls always congregate. We'll probably End a number of our old friends here. I thought you would like to see them, although they will be at-the reunion. Nice place, isn't it? I had scarcely sat down when Irene Davison approached and began talking with me, I asked her what she was doing now. I am teaching in the High Schoolf she answered. And if we were like the boys and girls are now-a-days, I don't see how our poor teachers ever escaped the insane asylum. I laughingly assured her we were undoubtedly much worse and turned to speak With Phyllis Dickinson. Phyllis told me she had tried various occupations, but at last had settled down as dressmaker. She managed to find time, however, she added, to attend to all her social duties. I also learned from her that lidith VVest was still at Mt. Holyoke, but she had hopes of graduating in another year. Poor Edith! Glancing around, I caught sight of Dorothy XVest. VVhat is she doing? l asked Marquis. She is a 'Taylor's' apprentice, replied Marquis with a grin. And there goes Gladys Yole, on the run, as usual, for the Fort Ann train. Gladys is the hard-working postmistress of Fort Ann. She spends all her spare time on the -road between here and her home. Here comes