La Grande High School - Mimir Yearbook (La Grande, OR)

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aljr (OmnmuuiH 31 costed by a reporter whom they recognized as Willard Carpy. He told them that he was the local reporter for the La Grande Evening Observer, now edited by Paul Crouter. Although Hilda had been gone twelve years, in which time La Grande had increased to a thriving city of thirty thousand she still noticed several familiar places as she, Runa, and Dr. Bacon, who had met them at the train, passed down Depot street. He drew their attention to the sign, “John Ruby, D. D. S., Painless Dentistry a Specialty,” on one of the large office buildings. He explained that John had recently married Myrtle Edwards. A block farther down they saw the sign, “Hair-dressing Parlor, Misses Eddith and Ethel Wilson.” p In a short time Hilda had acquainted herself with many of her former friends. Cecil Bolton she learned was con- ducting a very popular dancing school; and Ruth Ghormley had recently left for Manchuria, China, where she had been appointed Y. W. C. A. secretary. One day upon entering a street car, on her way to the high school,' she met Merlin Batley, conductor of the car. In their talk about classmates and school days, Merlin mentioned that Harley Richardson was in Panama, where he was investigating the effect of mosquitoes on malaria fever. Avery Roberts, he said, had for a number of years been engaged in civil engineering work in Cuba, but at present was superintending the building of a line from Cuba to Key West. As she left the car for the high school, she noticed the advertisements of Ringling Brothers’ Circus. The posters bore the name of Pluma Moss, their famous bare-back rider. Upon entering the building Hilda found many changes. Dee Davis, the principal, showed her the many improve- ments that had been made. While on this tour of inspec- tion Hilda saw Rebecca Williams, who had charge of the Department of History, and Hazel Young of English, Clara Carbine, Dee explained, had for years been with them, hut now she had charge of the commercial department of the Portland high school. On their way down stairs Hilda was not a little surprised to see Lee Reynolds sweeping the hall. After cordially greeting her and talking of olden times he invited her to go to the Arcade Theatre with him and wife, whom he ex- plained was Della Kindred. Hilda gladly accepted the in- vitation for the Arcade had been one of her favorite haunts in school days. On their way to the Arcade, Lee told them that Eddie

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30 ahr (Omnamtus Class |JropI{ccu Zoe Bragg. On the Holland American line the Maritania was slowly plowing its way to New York harbor. The fresh sea breeze, which indicated that the fog was rising and land near, had drawn many passengers on deck, all expectant and eager to catch the first glimpse of land. In the crowd that was surg- ing to and fro one woman was particularly noticeable. She was of refined and interesting demeanor and wore an ex- pression that indicated the joy and pleasure one experiences upon his return to the home land after several years abroad. When the mast-head sounded the cry of “land,” she leaned forward from among the throng to scan the faces on the pier. At last she saw the wished for friend and waved re- peated salutations. At the call of “Ship Ahoy” from the captain the plank was dropped and she crowded her way through the seething mass to embrace the chum of her girl- hood days, whom I had already recognized as Mrs. Buna Bacon Pixton, the wife of a prominent Chicago attorney. After the usual interchange of greetings between Mrs. Pixton and her friends, whom she called Hilda, they were hurried away to the Waldorf, where that night they are to be entertained by another L. H. S. classmate, James Corbett, president of the Harriman system. Six o’clock found the three at dinner talking over olden times and friends in general and gathering from each other bits of school gossip. Hilda told of her experiences in study and travel in Europe, and among many interesting things she mentioned that while in Berlin a few months before she had had a very pleasant visit at the home of the former Helen Richardson. From Runa she learned that Anita Worth, United States Senator from Oregon, had, by means of her eloquence, so swayed congress as to secure the passage of a bill estab- lishing a National Forest Reserve in the Blue Mountains. After dinner they went to hear Anna Top and her grand opera company in “II Trovatore.” The next morning with a promise from James to meet them in the West in a few weeks, the girls left for La Grande, Hilda to visit at her home; Mrs. Pixton to visit old friends and attend the reunion of the 1912 alumni. When they left the train in La Grande, they were ac-

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32 (Tljr (OimunmuB Reisland, who had married Maude Leadsworth, now owned the place. At the door Hilda saw for the first time since her return her old friend Maude. After warmly greeting them, Hilda in particular, Maude led them to their seats while the soft tones of Kilarney floated to them. The sweet voice sounded familiar to Hilda and when she looked toward the stage she beheld Hulda Anderson. After a few pleasant weeks which seemed all too short, Hilda left for Boston, where she was to fill some engage- ments with the Theodore Lyceum Bureau during the 1924- 1925 season. JKrnt What is the depth of ocean when compared To the profundity of human thought? The wonder that an eagle’s flight inspires Is meaningless to one while pondering About the soaring of a mighty mind On wings of fancy thru zones of cloud and star, Surrounded by infinity of Thought, Expressible by words light-winged as air, The words melodious that make the birds, Thru envy and thru rivalry, to sing Ecstatically forgetting all but song In an attempt to drown the melodies Of man so fraught with thought as well as strains Of music sweeter than Apollo’s lyre. The dream-spots leafy, watery, and calm That bring repose of body equal not The word-dreams linked with rhythmic melody— The Dreams-in-words that sever us from Earth And all its care and leave us free to roam With Soul alone in realms of quiet thought Where everywhere is Beauty, Light and Life. 0 Man! thou mortal born mid mystery And dying, going to the vast unknown, Thou art the sign of Immortality— The medium thru which the light of Hope Does shine illumining what thou hast wrought. —Milton Stoddard