Hill Military Academy - Adjutant Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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back at school. I recalled vividly how he used to spell 'em when he-- Hey, Fliver a voice yelled out acress the field, Hsend your punters over here. Whose voice was that? It was rather high pitched for a manls voice but I was sure that I recognized it. Liver- more immediately sent three fellows trotting over to the other side of the held where the voice had come from. A second passed, then the scene shifted. This time three men in football suits were stand- ing with a red-headed, short, stocky man who I presumed was assist- ant coach. 'LNOW look herei' he was saying, always get the full leg swing like thisw and he demonstrated. As he kicked his leg up he turned his head toward me and I saw joe Gibbs. joe had never been much of a punter at school but the way he went at explaining it I could see he knew what he was talking about. Joe still had his baby f'Bay Window but looked as spry as ever. As he went on explaining I thought, I'll bet they turn out a winning teamfl It was 2 coincidence that two of Hillts football men were coaching together, but then, the best are always in demand. While I had been contemplating, the football held had vanished and a busy street had taken its place. I noticed a crowd had gath- ered. Again curiosity took hold me, I wanted to see what the attraction was. I was not curious for long for the picture was drawn closer, until it only included the crowd. Having looked long enough one of the spectators turned a.nd-walked down the streetleaving a vacant space. I peered through this space, still wondering, and saw a man bent over a table with scissors in his hand cutting black paper. For a moment I was puzzled, but then I remembered I had seen men like this before. He must be a silhoette and I could see he was cutting out a familiar outline. I looked again. the crowd was cheering Reginald Nestos, the world famous artist Whose paint- ings were on display in a gallery nearby. A sign overhead announced this fact. And so it was a great triumph for the silhouette maker to get a likeness of our great artist, Nestos member of the Royal Acad- emy, graduate of. several art schools, painter of world renown, the placard read. I reached out my hand to greet him, but he vanished. I waited for the scene to change but I was surprised this time, Instead of the view changing it moved down the street. It had not been moving long when there in the distance I spied a familiar name on the electric lights above a theatre. They were not lighted but as the picture drew closer I made them out. Ma-r-t-i-n H-a-r-r-i- s-o-n I spelled out. Harry had gone behind the footlights. I guess that was his place for I remember the professional manner in which he played his parts in dramatics at school. By this time the picture had stopped moving. In front of me was the entire. front of the theatre. There were numerous posters and pictures of the actors. I read one of them aloud. I MRalph C. Shaffer presents Martin V. Harrison, Al jolson of today ina stage version of Francis GfCU1iCh'S 1-H6512 novel- Whee Threeksw. The greatest musical comedy ever written! Two years on Broadway. The New York Sun said, t'Only Greulich could write a book like this, only Shaffer could produce it and only Harrison could triumph in the leading rolev

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and then lift his hands. Sure enough it was Robert Flack. All the time I had been recalling this I could still hear him playing. Grad- ually I began to get drowsy, as, QI confess,j I used to when I attend- ed concerts with the cadets. My head was nodding and I was on the verge of falling asleep when I jumped up with a start, as one does and realized that the music had stopped. I looked at the pic- ture which was fading and waited. When it cleared itself I saw a room filled with stenographers bus- ily typing, and office boys hurrying about. It was when I spied the etched glass of a door that had Private on it that I realized an outer office lay before me. As I was wondering what would happen next one of the office boys stepped to the Private dOO,I, and opened it and then stepped back. The scene moved closer until I was looking into the inner office from the very threshheLliil'fbf tHe door. I was a bit startled but as I looked into the grinningffage 'of my old pal Lee Galloway I completely regained my poise. I found my- self grinning back at him until I discovered he was laughing and talking with some one else sitting over in the corner. He himself was sitting at a flat-top desk while the one he was talking to sat in a chair near the wall. f'Gal looked just the same except his hair was thinning out on top. I was glad to see he still had his trim little figure. He wore a neat looking business suit of cool grey and altogether he had an air of prosperity. Up to this time I had not noticed the other person. Lee spoke and as he did so he rose and extended his hand. Well, Fred, I'm glad you dropped in to see me. We sure have had a nice chat. Don't ferret when you come to Seattle again to drop in and see me. You know that this Mayor job is quite tiresomef' While he had been speaking I was watching the other person hoping he would turn around. He was rather tall, of slight build with dark hair. As 'fGal finished speaking he did turn around and I saw none other than our own Fred Haines jr. I-Ie was dressed in the style of the hour Kas usualj and he also wore his customary smile. NI was glad to have a talk with you again, Lee. It seemed like old times again. Now that I have all my. agen- cies established for my Maxler, my business hours are dull too, so lets get together often. Him how about next week in San F rancisco? ' he was saying. O. K. with me if the council won't need me. UAH right, then next week , he said as he shook Lee's hand again. Fred left the room and Lee went back to his desk. I felt downcast at my apparent misfortune along side of my class mates good fortune. But as the next scene came on I forgot my melancholy. This time I saw a football field with numerous groups in football togs scattered about. The group at one end I noticed had stopped their movements and were all huddled in a bunch. I was curiously wondering what the attraction was when the View was brought closer and I found myself peering anxlously into the midst of the group and I saw Ford Livermore. I-Ie had gotten considerably huskier but he was still Fliver. Now on those end runs I want all of you to get in front of the runner. Remember you've all the in- terference , he said. My mind reverted to Ford's career as a half-

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It must be goodll' Hake a producer! I could hardly feature it. The only thing he had ever produced was trouble for his 'lost Battalion CCo. CJ. And Gus a dramatist. Well .he had been rather literary at school. I was rather tickled that these three names were connected for they worked well together and I assured myself that their show must be a success. I watched the picture closely this time. Instead of doing some- thing different this time it only blurred and then readjusted itself again. I saw an apple orchard before me laden with fruit and dott- ed with busy pickers. As I was looking about interestedly, my gaze fell on a man walking up between two rows of trees, toward me He was clad in overalls and a work shirt but nevertheless I recognized his military step as Everett Knapp. All right, no loafing therew he called out forcefully to a couple of boys at the far end. I could see by this he was still able to make 'em snap to it as he did at school. He was tanned and looked a lot older but he still retained his school Hgrinn. As he continued to walk up the row, he seemed to hear the voice that yelled across the field. UHey, Eve, for he turned towards it. He looked for a minute but when he recognized it he waved and started in the direction from whence the voice came. The scene faded out and when it cleared again I saw Even talking to Al Mellar. They were standing in the middle of a field. Al was saying 'fsince we combined in irrigating our land my crops have been extra good. How 'bout yours? f'Yes, mine have been better toon, Eve replied. UOh say! I almost forgot to ask you. How are chances to borrow your ---- .H Alls words trailed off. I was busy looking him oter. He wore the garb of a farmer, straw hat and al.. His waistllne had enlarged considerably. I recall how in our tfBullf' sessions at Liggett Hall f'Alu used to try and convince us he Was'nt fat and I wondered if he still pulled the same line. As he was talking I could see he was still the jolly old Mel of school days. . W men the picture of the two had faded and the new scene came in- to view, I saw a cabaret. I heard soft music and saw the dancers. swaying to the rhythm. With its tapestry-lined walls and its gorge- ous decorations I was sure this place was only for the exclusive. Strange enough the French looking proprietor attracted my at- tention. His movements somehow looked familiar to me. Still, I did not know anyone with those foreign features and that waxed moustache. Eduardo Olcotti, the millionaire, they called him. Aside from changing his name a trifle and adding the moustache, Ed was the same old dignified person. With all his wealth and foreign manner I could see he was a regular fellow. The fact that his place catered to the best society and that it was a perfect gold mine for its owner made no difference. I heard someone murmur 'tHe owns a few c.ty blocks and only yesterday he gave a building to his old school, Hill Military Academy. It is to be known as Olcott Hall and w.ll cost 3150,000.00. When I had finished looking at the Cabaret I turned and gazed about the room. I noticed two gentleman entering the front door.