Hill Military Academy - Adjutant Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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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.

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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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Thev were both attractive looking. Although both were rather short they looked decidedly trim in their evening dress. As they desposited their wraps and canes, the headwaiter selected a table and ushered them to it. When they were seated I began to look closely at them. just as I thought, Elwood Whonn and Ted Madden. Ted spoke first, As I told you I am the new ambassador to japan. Itqhas been my instructions, I know not why, to find out more about the Na- tional Rifle Association before leaving this country. Seeing that you are President I figured you could tell me all about it. Ilm sorry, Beans he added, if I have inconvenienced you. UNO not at all Ted , Beans replied smiling, but I hardly think its fair to corner a President of an association, for you know the old saying, Hthe higher they go the dumber they get. As he proceeded with his explanation I was busy sizing them up. I saw Ted still 'had his command of English and that Beans had still the wit of school days. Both had poise and appeared successful. As I was looking them over I was unconcious that the space in the wall had opened up and was closing, until the view was entirely blotted out. I had also failed to notice that the coals were again glowing. Then the picture vanished. I turned about and saw the old witch coming toward me. Her face was distorted into a crazy sneer and she had her hands up by her head claw fashioned. She came closer and closer, I was paralyzed with fear. just as the long bony fingers were reaching out to touch me all turned black and I felt myself going down ----- down ----- down ----- . Suddenly as before my descent was stopped my eyes opened and I found myself back in the armory. The lights were still on, the chairs, benches and platforms were still there but all the people had gone. At first I could not understand it all but as it dawned on me that I had fallen asleep, I felt both glad and sorry for although I had missed the best part of the school year, The Commencement Dance, I had had a dream. Silhouettes, Ah, yes- only a dream but so impressed was I that I said aloud HMay success, happiness and good health ever attend my old class mates and I am sure they gllwprpxsper if they remember what they have learned at dear old .l . ,H O-.T