Hasbrouck Heights High School - Coronian Yearbook (Hasbrouck Heights, NJ)

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Avenue l was attracted to a gaily lighted house from which the sounds of merriment, music and laughter floated out upon the evening breeze. Irresistibly I was drawn towards it. The first thing I heard was a conversation in which the name Miss Yandervilt was mentioned quite frequently, as about to go abroad. But the thing that interested me the most was that her private secretary, Miss Virginia llarnes, was lo accompany her. I.ucky girl! Now, I tell you, I heard another voice say, which was strikingly familiar, it's necessary for the price of silk fo go up because of the shortage of labor and materials. I, being the biggest silk merchant in the country, ought to know: so don't try to argue. The biggest silk merchant in the country-Ted Ruckert-for it was no other than he! l ventured to look around, and immediately my eyes rested upon a group of men and women, in the center of which .vas a young lady. They were all beseeching her to recite some of the poems that she had recently written. Others were begging her to write a verse in their auto- graphs. And who was this popular poet? Peggy lleales. Over to one side of the room there was another gather- ing. which from all appearances was having a lively political discussion. Drawing near I heard an argument upholding the Democratic principles given by a man whom the people called The Ambassador. The refutation was given by a woman who was called The Speaker and who made little the Democratic platform and praised the Republican. Desiring to find out more about these two, I began to make inquiries. The man. I found. was the American Ambassa- dor to England, who had just returned from that country. t'Yes, but who is he? I asked. The great diplomat, Francis Dominick, was the reply. And who is the woman ? I questioned. I.and sakes! Don't you know her? was the astonished exclamation. XYhy, she's the first woman Speaker of the IIULISC of Representatives that we've had. That's Henrietta I.ist. Finding nothing further of interest. I passed out again into the night. Theatre-goers were just coming home, and from their remarks I gathered that they had just seen one of the best plays ever written and acted. just simply wonderful, words can't describe the play.' was one remark I overheard. I bet that the one who wrote that play will be one of the most successful scenario writers ever produced, said another. lly the way, who did write it? asked still another. Ruth Coyle, I believe, was the answer. Hut, exclaimed a girlish .voiee, wasn't the hero just too cute for anything ? just perfectly darling! was the next exclamation I heard. XVhat words of wisdom Howed from his mouth, and how he rolled his r's, a studious voice broke in. And wasn't he a dear when he ejaculated, 'Some- thing's rotten in the state of Denmark?

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you running and thought that perhaps you were in trouble. If in any way you happen to need any expert lawyers, you can stop at the address on the card. lloth bowed courteously, and after wishing me a good afternoon, departed arm in arm. I glanced at the card. lt read: 1 Lain. -I. I..xi.UM1.x K M.xRiNUs GALANTI La.ruyf'rs Office 179, 531 NV. Hocokiocus Street, N. Y. City Hut I wanted to see the circus, so again I started for Madison Square-walking this time, however. It was not long before l came upon a line of people that extended in an unbroken line for three solid blocks. Each one had some musical instrument under his arm. Curiously I followed the line to a doorway, over which a sign read, The famous professor of music. Professor Rhinesmith. lfive-minute lessons only fifty dollars. Something whispered in my ear that Russel was accu- mulating a young fortune. At last I arrived at the circus, and it was a circus from beginning to end with the acrobats, and horsemen, and clowns and dancers. lint the one that interested me the most was the owner of the circus. He was strutting around the ring in a checkerboard suit, with a sparkling diamond as big as a golf ball stuck in his tie, a pink tie that made a strange contrast to his reddish hair. l-le could mimic people and crack jokes and-I caught my breath, could it-possibly be-XYallace Conover? tireat guns! Une of the acrobats suddenly fell and was hurriedly removed to a hospital. I found myself in a hallway, with a door on either side of me. On one door was the name James Chastney, Osteopathf' I opened the door to call for assistance, but the first thing that met my eye was a skeleton! A shudder ran through me and I closed the door. Turning to the room on the opposite side I read, Peter K. Cohen, M. D., Surgeon. This door I opened and beheld some saws and chisels and hammers and axes and-I didn't look further. I decided to go outdoors for a little air. As I left the hospital, a large touring car flew past, and in it I recognized Marion Raff, looking as dignified, and learned as it was possible for her to look. I watched her until she was out of sight, wondering what she was doing. Someone, seeing my perplexity. volunteered that she was the new President of Vassar College. On passing a newspaper stand, l bought a magazine on Good House Keeping. It was all about how to keep the house comfortable and cozy and gave recipes of cookies and cakes and candies, etc. I turned to the editorial page and saw printed there in large letters, Editor, Ethel Nicholas. On the following page was a picture of a girl with dreamy blue eyes, whose hair was bobbed in Greenwich Yillage fashion. Looking at the postcript I found her to he an artist whose wonderful paintings had already found their way into the Museum of Art-julia Kelemen. All this time it had been getting dark, until now the moonlight tiooded the whole scene. Strolling down Fifth Y l v 7' vii

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' l found myself at the theatre.. There was a tall man, in a full-dress suit, with a high silk hat, swinging a cane nonchalantly, who left the stage-door and entered a little Ford. mlll1C1'C goes the hero now, said a voice beside me. Now, l had had a good many strange experiences that day and had withstood them bravely. Hut when I dis- covered that the dear, darling, wise, cute little hero was none other than F. Russel Gokey-the shock was too much. I woke up. Mmm STizvENs THREE GUESSES-WAS HE A SENIOR? Miss D--: This book tindicating a rather torn rol- ume whieh lay on the deskl must be yours, S--. S--: No, Miss D--, that ean't be mine, because mine wasn't used at all. Our valedietorian in ling. IY. The blacksmith has a horse to be shooed. , Y . ,tain , fgw ,777 - MORE SPIRITUALIST STUFF Miss Loosen: Isn't Francis here today? Chorus: Yes, Miss Loosen, he's here. but he isn't present. P. C., performing a chemistry experiment: Mary, you'd better keep away from here: this gas is highly in- flammable. Y If ' l1Y'll'l'l'I 'A