Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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25 a substitute and came to you. II’ 1 could allow you to talk, I suppose one of your first questions would be to ask why I was not at New York to meet you. I intended giving up my beloved work to go about with you for awhile and so I thought you would not care if I stayed with the Doctor for a few more days to care for her patients while she took a short vacation. She has been so successful that it is almost impossible for her to leave unless I am here and to the best of my ability take her place. Now you know ail 1 can tell you for a little while.” It was only a short time until 1 was again able to be about and finally 1 was able to go to my old home. Lenora, of course, accompanied me to see that 1 was properly cared for and at the same time to make up for the time we had been separated. One day there came a letter bearing the post mark of a town in Southern California. It proved to be an invitation from Eva for henora and I to spend the winter with her. It is needless to say that it was accepted. We found Eva in one of the most beautiful homes imaginable. Everything was lovely, every post and pillar, porch and drive was within itself a work of art. Within an easy driving distance of the sea shore, it surely was an ideal spot for Eva to entertain her friends and realize her dreams of former years. As we complimented Eva and her smiling, happy husband on their exquisite taste in building such a home they eagerly told me that another of our schoolmates, Emil Hofferth, had become one of the I'nited States’ best architects and that they had only been fortunate enough to procure him to superintend the building of their “little nest” because of his every-ready desire to do all possible for the Kouts Class of ’13. As we were chatting about old times, Eva said, “1 believe you have seen all our high school graduating class but Rose, Ella, Pearle, Oley and Fred, and I think I can manage for you to see them also in a few weeks. I am planning a house party for the end of this month and they are all to be with us. Ella, you know, is returning this week from Africa, where she and her husband have been doing missionary work for the past three years. They have been promising to come for some time, but it seems they are so successful and love their work so much that they find it hard to leave. But I do not think they will fail to be here soon. “You have probably heard of the Betterton College of Washington. Our friend Oley was its founder, besides having a few letters like L. L. I)., and M. I)., follow his name. Today I had a letter from him in which he promises to be here for our party. He will also bring Pearle with him, who is the superintendent of Trinkle Hall of Betterton College. “Fred Welch, now a wealthy plantation owner in the South, has been here with us for several weeks, but today is out to dinner with some New York men—probably buying more stocks in some company.

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24 twinkling with a gleam of mischief, which could belong to no one save my former classmate, Katherine Drazer. By this accidental meeting L was fortunate in being one of the first to congratulate her on the suc- cess of her last great book. Nor was Katherine the only one of my old friends whom 1 had the opportunity of congratulating on the first day after my arrival in my home-land, for in the evening as I stepped into a hotel where 1 was to remain a few days, some one grasped my hand and told me to please remember an old friend called “Sis” by playful school fellows in days of K. H. S. In those days hadn’t we all said Marie would some day he a great person in the political world? We had not been mistaken, for she now told me that recently she had been chosen United States Congressman of the Tenth District of Indiana. Our state, of course, had not been slow to see the value of woman suffrage. Marie urged me to go to Washington with her, but 1 was somewhat reluctant as 1 wished to see more of my old friends, if 1 could find them. She said one of them might at most any time be found in the White House. President? No, but Raymond Benkie was usually there with his betrothed, the daughter of our President. 1 was given the honor of playing his wedding march. My journey from Washington to Chicago was made in an automo- bile in the company of acquaintances. Everything went well and each hour new pleasures were extended to me by passing through cities and places which brought to me pleasant memories of days gone by. We were spinning along quite swiftly on a lovely stretch of country road when 1 looked ahead and saw another car coming toward us at a terrific speed. Suddenly, crash------and I remembered no more until I awoke with my head dizzy and queer and feeling very much as if 1 were ill or injured. Surely enough, I was in bed and who was this bending over me, with such a charming, smiling face? Could I believe my eyes? Yes, it was my dear old “pal,” Lenora, in a nurse’s uniform and speak- ing to me in her old, affectionate manner. “Do not try to talk, dear,” she said, “and I will try to tell you all about the place that you are in and why. But first let me bring in the physician who has put me in charge of you.” And then she brought in Mamie Wolbrandt. Dr. Wolbrandt in a very scientific way greeted me, felt my pulse, gave the nurse the instructions, told her above all things to keep me quiet. Then she left us. Lenora told me to lie very quietly and she would explain matters. “You probably remember a car coming toward you near a bend in the road,” she began. “The chauffeur had lost control of his car and as you came around the bend there was a collision and you were hurt. Not very seriously and it will not be many days until you can be out again. Your friends knew that Dr. Wolbrandt was your friend and so they very wisely brought you here to her sanitorium in Chicago. When I heard of it I was on a special case, but in a short time I found

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26 “Hose, whose ‘knight came riding ’ from France with his title and his millions only a few years after our graduation, is at present touring the Western states and will stop here a few days. Somehow 1 must manage to get the entire class here, that we may have a grand class reunion and pretend we are all together once more, trying to decide whether brown and gold or old rose and silver grey are more suitable for our class colors.” Another month found each of us, even Hussell from far away tier- many, around a banquet table in Kva’s home, with our hostess proposing a toast, ‘‘To the teachers who were so kind and considerate when we were thoughtless lads and lassies in tin Kouts High School. MABELLE PAUL, ’13. PICTURES THAT CAN’T BE PAINTED. A BELLE—Angry. Pearle—Deserving a demerit. Lenora- Without a smile. Emil—In school at nine o’clock. Eva—Undignified. Marie—Not lovable. Hussell—Unpopular. Katherine—Unromantic ? The faculty sympathetic. Oley—Without his Latin. Hose—A flaxen-haired maiden. . Mamie’s blush. Raymond—Without a handkerchief. Ella—Suffragette. Fred—Studious. 1. • 3. 4. 5. Registration. Invitation. Participation. Jollification. Much Flirtation. Tale of the Flunker. (i. Procrastination. 7. Computation. 8. Investigation. 9. Disintegration. 10. Evaporization. Soliloquy of the Mathematic Student. Fellow classmates and teachers Lend me your ears! I come to flunk in this test, not to pass it. The fun that one has lives long in memory, The learning is oft forgotten with the day, Thus, it has been in my case.