Granite City High School - Warrior Yearbook (Granite City, IL)

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Frank Bethel I WILLIAM LEWIS: — “He reads much; he is a great observer and he looks quite thru the deeds of men.

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a joyous time was had. When Xmas vacation came around, the number in the class had dropped to thirty. This was still considered quite a large number for a graduating class. The vision of this lonely man was drawing to a close. The sun had dropped beneath the horizon and the air had be- come cooler. lie saw the different characters of some from his class giving the class play; then class day and commencement exercises came into view when he. with other members of his class, proclaimed his departure from high school life and passed out in his gray cap and gown into a higher and even more eventful world to meet the greater problems of life. lie only wished that he might live thru those scenes and events again. Ruth McReynolds Prnphmi HE 14th of April had arrived and our party, consisting of Marie Short. Mae Eiler and myself were seated in the comfortable Pullman for our journey around the world. Just before leaving the station, I had received a letter with a New York post-mark and anxious to know its contents. I broke the seal and read: “My Dear Esther: 1 cannot express my joy at receiving such pleasant news. Your journey would not be complete without a visit with me. Ha! Ha! 1 shall have some of the Granite High Graduates of 1915 meet you at my home and what a jolly time we shall have! With much love, HESS IBBOTSON JONES. 5th Ave., New York.’’ Upon receipt of this pleasant invitation the hours seemed to pass so slowly, altho the wheels of the old locomotive whirled too fast, for we heard a terrible crash and the train stopped suddenly. We looked around quickly and found every- thing all right in our car. but 1 heard men talking in loud tonesat the rear. We walked out to investigate and found that the rear car had jumped the track and been overturned. We busied ourselves in helping the people out and I had just dragged one woman from the wreck when a tall, dark gentleman came up and from the orders he gave I knew he must be physician. He carried a lantern and as he came toward me, I recognized William Lewis. As he leaned over the woman at my feet he turned pale and whispered, “Luella. is that you?” But there was no time to waste, so he gently placed her in his carriage. I later learned that Luella entirely recovered within a few days, probably due to Dr. Lewis’ love potions. We stopped off in Chicago where we met Mildred Morefield. the superintendent of Chicago schools, who told us that Evan Paul maintained a beautiful home on “Lake Shore Drive.” We arrived in New York on April 16th and took the Windsor Aerial Transit Company to the Comptonian Hotel. Wind- sir is right, for we had scarcely hair or hats left when we arrived. We saw Mr. Compton and he told us he had taken the economical little Miss Duffy into partnership. Gladys told me that Edith Harrison and Mildred Partridge were two quaint little school ma’ams and had sworn single blessedness or suicide. She also said that Victor Koenig and Edward Theis had started a business college at Cambridge. After dinner, we left the hotel and took an aerial jitney to the magnificent Jones residence, which was in keeping with Will’s wealth, for he and Earl Miller are two great financiers. Mr. Miller is still a bachelor and is considered a great catch by all the society belles of Newport. We had just entered the parlor when we heard IRWIN FROHARDT: — “His hair stood on end. his voice stuck in his throat. '

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a rustle of silk, a twittering voice and one of deeper tone. Then Roy Scott, a portly gentleman, entered with his slender little wife, formerly Ethel .Morgan. I had never seen a more handsome couple. Another prominent guest was Albert Busch, the socialistic purifier of politics. But all the phases of his policy are not consistent, for he has not yet taken a wife with whom to share his good fortune. Dora Reimers. judge of the juvenile court, and .Mr. Fleishman, the district-attorney, were also there. Mae Eiler was entirely carried away by the strains of an Italian count’s music and promises to join him at the gon- dola party while among the Venetians. Ilerr Irwin Frohardt, the modern Paderewski, played several compositions on the grand piano. We left New York on the steamer “Princess Louise.” named after a German princess, formerly our Louise Boyer. She is now happy in her castle on the Rhine. We arrived in London April 22nd and at Oxford met Mr. Joseph Williams, L. L. D. B. A. Yes, that is his name, given by degrees. Trevor Lewis is now an all-star architect, for he has rebuilt the cathedrals of Belgium with great splendor. He said Ceridwen was so in love with her dramatic work that she would give him no encouragement along matrimonial lines. We landed in Italy much worn out. .Miss Eiler decided to become Obuntess An ton ius Marsi and we were witnesses of the cere- mony. Marie and I remained at their villa for two days and then took the steamer for Egypt. While there, who do you sup- pose we met? None other than Ruth McReynolds and her husband, a prominent Bostonian. They were sitting near the silent sphinx, gazing at the stars. She told us her life had been one continuous romance since leaving Granite High. We left sunny Egypt by the way of the Suez canal en route to Turkey. Hera we met Emil Mueller, the United States ambassador. One day while in Tokyo, we passed a beautiful garden, lovely with the fragrance of apple-blossoms and in a quaint per- gola we recognized Lee Borden Aker. She said that her husband had made a large fortune exporting Japanese novelties to America; also that Frank Bethel had been in Japan, selecting bight rope walkers for his circus. During our stay in Japan we called upon the American ambassador, bhe lion. Russell Wilson. Several times during our voyage T had noticed a mysterious looking person who seemed to be continually watching Marie. One moonlight night while strolling along deck. I saw two people sitting near the railing and not wishing to disturb them I sat down a few feet away. Suddenly I heard a little cry of joy and noticed that the gentleman was holding her hand. It was Marie’s voice. Why should she be sitting here with this stranger? But before I reached them they got up and came toward me. Marie gave me a big hug and said, “Don’t you recognize Randle, isn’t he handsome and just think I have prom .” Our pleasant conversation was interrupted by the cries of “San Francisco Bay.” We were back in the II. S. A. again. The lights on deck became dim. my journey was ove v and my story ended. Esther Scott TREVOR LEWIS: — “I will not budge, for no man ' s pleasure.