Hamburg High School - Echoes Yearbook (Hamburg, NY)

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one! That was a ringer! Two saxophones-you know the rest. lVlose Crooker and George Pierce. How they played! Da, da, di, dum! l ap- plauded them time and again. They were wonderful! lVlose still had his laugh, and George had his simple, toothless smile. Later, l learned that lVlose went on the stage after leaving school, but that George had taught geometry for three years before he entered the lime light. The seventh act was a roar! The hero was a clown-he wore a brown derby and made the orchestra laugh! He looked cross-eyed and shook his curly shock of hair only as one lad can do it. Same old Dan Connell. At l0:50 l boarded the train for Washington. The next morning at 7:30 l ate breakfast in the beautiful Union Station. About 8:30 I was driven to the George Washington lnn, the very place where we seniors stayed when in Washington, Easter l922. At noon l walked up around the capitol and came face to face with Dorothy Potter, Lillian Dominski and Leah Haberer. All were Congresswomen. Leah wore a sparkling diamond. Blushing, she uttered: Milton Faulringf' l learned from these young ladies that l-larold Weiss now owned the Congressional Library. It contained 57,000,000 volumes of the best books in the country. As l was walking back to the hotel that afternoon, l was greeted by the beaming face of Bud Colvin. No-he did not own a dozen garages as might be expected-he was merely a Senator. ln one hand he carried a law book and in the other a wrench. Just fixing the car, said he. Had he changed any? That night l left for Chicago. My journey, though long, was uneventful. l attended to my business the first thing and had the afternoon to myself. On passing by Marshal Fields l saw a finely dressed young lady ad- miring the spring styles displayed in the windows. With her was a tall gentle- man with spectacles. lsn't that a beauty, Tom? Ruth Brodbeck!-and her husband, Tom Sawyer, the novelist. We had a very short chat. Mr. Sawyer was on his way to The Netherlands. f'le intended to write a book on The l'lohenZollern's Siesta. After supper l was reading the Tribune, with all its scandal and crime. On the first page l read an interesting account of a daring sea diver and how he had killed a mammoth octapus in 4,000 feet of water. l-lis name was Douglass, Douglass--yes, it was my old friend, Marshall Douglass! The following morning, while walking through Lincoln Park, l noticed a tree surgeon at work on a beautiful maple that had cracked. I-le was cer- tainly a first-class mender. Neat wires and layers of cement were carefully placed in the broken places. At this moment he dropped his trowel' from the ladder. l stepped forward and picked it up. I-le descended and took the trowel, thanking me for my kindness. Of all things, Ed. Spieszln l shouted. Ed. was now a famous tree doctor. Years ago he had wanted to be a forester-but tree splinting suited him best. 27

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heavier and had raised a handsome mustache. We made arrangements for another meeting-we were both in too much of a hurry to talk now. He was very busy doing his sculpturing. He was modeling a bust of the late Ben Turpin. My poor hat, on reaching the street, was made cousin to the pancake by a Ford touring car. The driver was so engrossed in watching a pretty girl cross the street that he saw neither my hat nor the shingle with a nail in it. Poor fellow! He had no spare. I entered a hat store and purchased a handsome headgear. This time l used the cord. l put it snugly through the button hole on my lapel. At 6:30 l was leaving for Buffalo. l went back to my lodgings, ate sup- per and packed my grip. l hailed a taxi rather than ride in the stuffy subway. New York Central, pleasef' l directed the driver. Yes, sirf' he answered, as l climbed in. Could I ever forget that twang? Hey, Boulton, let me ride in the front seat. Harold was quite a man. He drove as if he were part of the car, just the way he did when he drove Lizzie from Boston to Hamburg. At last l boarded my train. As l was waiting for my berth to be made, a young lady carrying a violin case saunterecl clown the aisle. l gazed in- tently at her. Was she not familiar? Yes, l knew her! It was Evelyn Tooley. She had gained huge success on the stage with her Strad.,' The following morning I left the train without seeing Miss Tooley again. She was still asleep. From the station l went to the offices of the Buffalo Evening News. l was ushered into the E.ditor's office with welcome. l had important business. The Editor-great guns-it was Milton Faulring! He gave nine rahs and a Hamburg I did a hand stand. At this moment, his stenographer entered. She was a pretty girl-and why not? She was Julia Gannon. That afternoon I walked down Main Street, recognizing old land marks and sights I had seen when a lad in high school. As I neared the Hippo- drome, l noted a dainty sign swinging overhead. Clara Rice's Beauty Parlors. I rushed in-but Miss Rice was not there. She was out lunching with a young lawyer named Shoemaker-so the accommodating girl at the mani- cure table told me. On I walked down the busy street, gazing in all the showy windows, and watching the pretty girls stroll by. l became rather thirstyg the sun was blazing hot, and dust settled here and there on the sidewalks-making my throat quite dry. I entered Huyler's-for a cool drink. To my astonishment, the girl to whom l gave the order was Olive Agle. She beckoned to Doris Hickman. What service they gave me! These two girls and Ethel Kohl had purchased Huyler's circuit in Buffalo. Ethel was at this time at store No. 4 on Delaware. That evening I went to Shea's. How it had changed! It was now larger than l..oew's was back in 'ZZ. The first four acts were fair-but the fifth 26

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My steps led me down Michigan Avenue. As l neared a huge marble building, a large sign high over head met my eye. ln bold, white letters were these words: Sipprell and Viehe, Radio-Kingsf' On the top floor l found Sherwood and Ted in their renowned wireless station. Sherwood was ex- perimenting on a radio uliissf' These boys were the radio wizards of Amer- ica. They had invented the radio bread cutter, pants presser and numerous other wireless feats. l enjoyed a fine spread that evening at Sherwoodis home. What a fine cook Marjory was! You know her, nee Gunsolly. At I0 o'clock Mr. Sipprell drove me to the station. My next stop was St. Louis. St. Louis is a beautiful city-fine homes and spacious parks. l wondered Whom l would meet in this metropolis. Some celebration was going ong bands were playing, crowds were shout- ing--it was a parade. l pushed my way to the curb that l might see the better. Evidently some noted person had come to town. A beautiful gilded coach, drawn by six white horses, was the center of attraction. l asked what might be the occasion, and who the lady was, seated so gorgeously in the carriage. Why, that's Alice Richardson, the new mayor. Where've you been? ln the afternoon l toured the city in a rubber-neck bus. To the right behold the famous 'Black l..aboratory,' founded in 1925 by Elizabeth Blacking, foremost blacking expert. 2-in-I has long ceased to exist, due to this strong competition. Any senior of Hamburg High School, class of '22, may have a sample box of this shoe polish upon personal ap-- plication. Black ink is also a product of this establishment. At this moment the bus came to a sudden jolt. We had bumped into a gaudy limousine. The occupants of our Vehicle alighted to see what damage had been done. There were two ladies in the limousine, and as they, too, alighted to view the harm, the man next to me told me that they were the two Smith sisters, successors to the Smith Brothers Cough Drop Company. l stepped nearer them. Sure enough, Mary and Josephine! But you aren't sisters, I said, after l had introduced myself. Oh, yes we are-from a business standpoint, they answered in unison. At this l began to cough violently. Here, take this, cried Mary. She held forth a card board box labeled Smith Sisters Cough Drops. This is the last measure-the music ceases. Surely you will agree with me that this prophecy will come true and that the symphony it creates will be one quick, animated movement from start to finish. Beverley Hancock 28