Harrodsburg High School - Harrodian Yearbook (Harrodsburg, KY)

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stage for three years under an assumed name—a wonderful actress—and to think we never expected it of Dolly. Miss Ruth Sandusky has been employed by King George of England to paint two great portraits, one of himself and one of the Queen. Ruth has become a wonderful artist. Such success is well deserved, for Ruth studied hard at art school. Here I will speak of Mary Della Vandivier. You all remember Mary Della—our shy little friend. Well, Mary Della is now writing. She wrote a book not so long ago entitled “Q. E. D.” It is a study of school life, a very interesting novel. One of the characters portrayed is the exact likeness of our old Geometry teacher, Mr. Lewis. Geometry brings to mind our red-headed friend, C. S. VanArsdall. C. S. is now Professor of Mathematics at the Louisville Male High School. He seems to have made quite a hit with the society ladies there, for during week end one can never find him at home. Always at Miss “So and SoV’ or at some other “Miss.” The last time 1 saw C. S. he had been to call on Miss Irene McDonley, who is president of the Woman’s Club in Louisville. We had some distance to go to find our two old friends, Misses Emma Middleton and Eva Watts. Do you remember how they used to chum together all the time? They are still as thick as ever. They run an exclusive hat shoppe in Paris. I went there last year. They didn’t know me, so I walked in as a customer. Flora Cassell was with me. We both tried on hats for half an hour, undiscovered. At last, after selecting hats, we were recognized by Eva who received our checks. She threw her arms around both of us at once, and tore up the checks. The hats were ours and Eva and Emma wanted us to live in Paris. We were tempted but, to our sorrow, couldn’t stay. In London, on the way home, whom should we meet but Alma Wheeler. We had expected to find her on American soil, but she fooled us. Alma was in London advertising a new' American brand of perfume. We enjoyed a happy day with her and heard that Miss Kathryn Gibson was visiting friends in Pallas, Ireland, the old home of Robert Burns. We didn’t see Kathryn, but learned that she has taken up the profession of coaching and was there training American girls for the Olympics. On returning to America we went to Philadelphia for no reason at all, and to our surprise found Miss Lena Rivers Sparrow operating a radio station, broadcasting at all hours. She seemed to enjoy her work and we became so interested that it was hard to leave, but as there were three classmates yet to be found, w e continued our journey. 1 wrote to the Bureau of Information in California (Dora Curd’s ranch) and found that she knew where Sada Gabhart was. Sada had entered the movies ami was known as “Marietta White.” Her latest picture was called “The Golden Romance.” I saw the picture and in her first leading part I thought Sada did remarkably well. Everyone was crazy over her and her picture. Miss Thelma Lake was found in a small town in Ohio editing the “cutest” paper one ever saw. She called it the “Lake Special” and you can imagine the witty remarks and tales Thelma put in that paper. I wrote for a copy and to my great joy she sent me one. But time is flying. I must hurry. I believe this is all. No, there is one more, Mr. Ben Allen. Ben is teaching dancing at a school in Chicago. He has donj very well in his work and his wife—I forgot to mention the fact that Ben wras married—and she is proud of him. He is a marvelous dancer and as witty as ever. Now we have all of our classmates, all but one. When we had found our friends and also found the prophecy tiue, I took the papers to where they had been kept for so many years. On the way to the bank I thought about the writer and remembered she had left no account of herself. When I reached my destination and put tho papers in the vault, I noticed a latin inscription in ink on the back of a sheet of paper lying in the bottom of the vault. The paper had evidently slipped from the batch and 1 had missed it. The inscription in English read: “I iive in peace.” This may mean on earth or in Heaven. As I sit by my fireside and dream. I dream of her. I hope she is happy and in peace if on earth, and if not, 1 know she is in peace, because never has there been a more kindly and good girl. —MAYE BERTRAM. Pase twenty-six

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asked if they were grandsons of Daniel Boone, since the resem Idanee was so striking. And, of course, poor little me with a lovely little home, writing poems in blank verso and heroic couplets for my living. We four met at my home one evening in the following week for bridge and somehow our old classmate was brought into the conversation and this brought to my mind the old prophecy of our Senior Class. 1 got it and we went over it together. We decided that it would be very interesting to get in touch with all of the old crowd and find if her prophecy in regard to them had come true. The search was begun the next day. We already knew the whereabouts of some of them and knew it would not be so very hard to find the rest. Talk about fun. We surely had it. I only wish I had time to tell you of our experiences, but I must hurry on. First we found Edwin Adams who was “wise-cracking” and “joking” for the New York Times. Edwin was living happily in a cozy little apartment in New York, with the sweetest little wife and a still sweeter child. Theirs was certainly a happy home. In direct contrast to this happy man, was Thelma Royalty. She had married a handsome young gentleman—you may guess who, and they quarreled continually. The quarrelling seemed to be caused from the fact that Thelma “would have no man ordering her around.” The same old Thelma. Such is life, so we must pass on. While on the subject of marriage, I’d just as well tell of all the old married folks. Our friend, Mary Elizabeth Hutton is Mrs. Van Dyke, of Philadelphia, a multi-millionaire’s wife. I always knew Mary Elizabeth would do well—? And would you believe it? We found Bush Finnell married to Miss Dora Curd, living happily on Dora’s ranch in California, fishing and loafing for dear life. Mr. and Mrs. Ensminger, in other words, Ruth VanArsdall and Worthington, were found playing on the sands at Clearwater, Fla., with their guest. Miss Willie Hood Hatchett and fiance. A happy little party this was, and 1 longed to join them, but could not spare the time. And speaking of marriages, we found our friend’s only false prediction here. Instead of Miss Lucile l.ay being married, as she prophesied, we found her still leading Mr. Condit VanArsdall, one of the greatest contractors of the day, and another boy friend from New Jersey—a merry chase. Poor boys! Mrs. “Skip Rue—ah—our old friend and cheer leader, Miss Frances True Brown, was discovered in the depths of Chicago teaching dancing, against the washes of her dear husband. But she enjoyed her work, so “Skip” should worry. Mr. Charles Dedman, who owns a nice little drug store in Burgin, Ky., seems very well satisfied with his wife. Their three children are thriving beautifully. Mr. and Mrs. Frank Rue are also happy in their country home in Rhode Island. You can’t imagine who Mrs. Frank Rue was? Well, she was Miss Margaret Gentry. Quite a surprise to us all, isn’t it. Miss Dolly Gregory was found to be engaged to Mr. James Champion, Professor of Physics at Harvard University. Miss Gregory—our friend Dolly—has been on the Pago twenty-five

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