Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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Elizabeth’s friends, when the burly form of a policeman rushed on board. Goodness! What could he want? But already Elizabetn had recognized him, and rushed forward to greet Phil Floyd, policeman and detective on the aero- plane force of New York City. Before he left he informed us that “Der” Vorys’ second article on The Other Side to the Fraternity Question” had just appeared in the Atlantic Monthly. In a few hours we had left the harbor far behind and were approaching a little island. As the boat drew nearer, the place appeared to have no inhabitant and Elizabeth suggested land'ng and exploring it, which we did. A dense wood grew quite close to the water’s edge, but, nothing daunted, we started on our tour of investigation. We had only gone a short distance when we came upon a clearing with a large house in the center. No human being could be seen, so we went on, right up to the very door. But lo! the door opened and two women stood there. Something was strangely familiar about their faces! And then they spoke, and we recognized Helen Weiss and Martha Hadebaugh! They were both w'd ws. their husbands having died of a terrible plague, and their only companions in th«s dreary place were a poodle and a canary. Elizabeth asked them to accompany us on the cruise, and they were only too glad to accept. So. after two days, we set out again, this time with Martha, Helen, the poodle and the canary. Martha found a New York paper which Phil had left on the yacht and read this startling announcement from the advertising columns: ‘Talks to the Talkless—Every Wednesday at 2:30 p. m. We absolutely guarantee that any individual taking this course will be able, in three weeks, to converse fluently on any subject whatever; no knowledge of the subject re- quired.—Marion Pierce.” 2 In a few days we reached Paris and here we decided to stay several days. Helen and I set out on a shopping expe- dition. and whom should be meet but Marcillete Stukey! She shyly confided to us that she was expecting to announce her engagement in a short time, but couldn’t quite decide between Hastings. “Shelly,” and an Italian prince. They had all three laid their hearts at her feet the evening before. Hastings and Russel Saunders were both high in diplo- matic circles in France and veritable lions among the fair sex. Oh, and did you know, she quickly said, that Clar- ence Creighton is Russel’s valet and most devoted com- panion? Oh, yes, and ‘Muggs’ Burnett is a noted French modiste.” “Well, of all things! Will wonders ever cease?” ejacu- lated Helen. Leaving the shop, we were hurrying back to our hotel, when we noticed great excitement all about us. Why was everybody so disturbed? The newsboys were yelling lustily. Finally Helen, who had studied French in her spare time on the island, translated the stray bits of conversation. The world’s greatest dentist, I)r. Orvel Blazer, had discovered a marvellous kind of glue. It could be used for a variety of purposes, but the most prominent was that of applying it to a set of false teeth. It entirely eliminated the slightest possibility of swallowing them in one’s sleep. All of the crowned heads of Europe were using it.” Orvel had always been noted for his stick-to-it-iveness. As we passed on, we saw a great crowd gathered at an intersection of the streets. A form, gesticulating wildly, was swaying violently to and fro on an upturned banana- crate. Horrors! It was none other than Florence Belt, airing her views on “How to Make Your Husband Remain at Home in the Evenings.” She was ably assisted by Jo Thomas. At last we reached the hotel, and found that while we

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(Class Prnpltrrit By M. Leila Saine. Autumn had quietly merged into winter; winter, with its harsh blasts, had given way to spring, and now spring was imperceptibly gliding into summer—that wonderful, never-to-be-forgotten summer of 1935. It was a bright, warm day late in May. such a day as can exist only in a region with climatic conditions such as prevail in Kentucky. Stillness reigned over the little town of Wellington—stillness broken only by the singing and quarreling of the birds in the old apple tree just outside my open window. The curtain softly swayed in the breeze, bringing the refreshing fragrance of roses, which were just bursting into bloom. My thoughts were deep in the past. Was it possible that nearly twenty years had passed since that day in June when we had stood on the stage of the Lancaster High School auditorium and received our diplomas? Where were all those old classmates? What were they doing? My reverie was suddenly disturbed by the shrill whistle of the postman afar off down the street. On he came, and. was he—? Yes, he was turning in at the gate! I hastened out to meet him. There were papers and business letters for Uncle Bob, and a magazine for me. The magazine was soon leafed over and I was about to lay it aside, when a letter dropped from it. I eagerly tore it open, and devoured the contents, for letters were not an every-day occurrence in that out-of-the-way town. This was the letter, or rather note: “New York, N. Y., May 26, 1935. 'Dear Old Friend: “Beyond a doubt, you remember the pact made by us ears ago, when each of us promised to do anything within cr power for the other, if ever a time should come when either should need help. I need you now, and will meet you Saturday night at the Grand Central. “Lovingly, ELIZABETH TOWT.” Imagine my surprise and delight to hear once more, after seven years, from “Liz.” But what could she want ? Surely some serious trouble must have befallen her! With all haste possible. I gathered a few belongings together and set out for New York City, fully expecting to find some of her nearest relatives dead or dying. But when I alighted from the train, there stood Elizabeth, smiling as brightly as ever! Not one word would she tell me until we reached her home on Fifth Avenue. Then she unfolded her plan. She had just purchased a beautiful new yacht, and was exceed- ingly anxious to try it. So she had arranged to take a long cruise, expecting to be gone at least four months, and to stop at interesting points along the way. The note was intended to arouse and excite my anxiety, for then she knew that I would come at once. Accordingly, in exactly four days we were ready to begin our trip. We were standing on deck, waving farewell to some of

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were gone, Martha and Elizabeth had been just as busy as we. and while on their way d wn to inspect some repairs on the yacht, had seen Theresa Holland and Helen Gillespie, each wearing the Red Cross, step on a boat bound for Ice- land to aid Americans and Europeans there who were suffering with frozen feet. We resumed our trip in a few days. The next place of interest which attracted us was Hamburg. Harry Obear’s invention of a transformer which had an efficiency of 99.99 per cent., was making possible the heretofore impossible perpetual-motion machine. His old co-worker in school, Fred Hoffman, had at last returned to his beloved Germany and was serving as chief advisor to the Emperor. From Hamburg we cruised up the Rhine and saw the stately castle of Lady Wienerburg, formerly Helen Redmon. Here we turned and retraced the route which we had taken from Paris. From Paris we went on south, along the coast of Africa. At last we arrived at Cape Town. Ice was badly needed on the yacht, and. after telephoning to the plant, we en- gaged an automobile for a trip through the town. But just as we were leaving the boat, the ice was delivered by Helene Ultican, perched high on the driver’s seat of the ice wagon. She explained that her husband, the ice king, was unusually busy and she was helping him out. Instead of a trip through the city, we went to the ice plant, and there found Catherine Snider acting in the capacity of stenographer. She told us that Howard Carman and Roy Whiston were promoting the interests of the Standard Oil Company in Africa. Crossing the Indian Ocean and Arabian Sea, we stopped at Bombay. Here indeed was a curious country! The first visit was to the Y. W. C. A. and school. Leota Gwartnev ushered us in, and took us all through the enormous build- ing. Carol Condit was presiding in the school-room, dili- gently teaching the little Indian children to count on their fingers. While we were here, two distinguished gentlemen, the Reverend Harvey Smith, together with the Reverend Virgil Adams, walked in. Rev. Smith’s health had broken under the strenuous task of missionary work, and Rev. Adams was filing his place. Now, once a week. Rev. Smith was g.ving lectures on Universal Peace and Socialism. Australia was visited next, and luck was surely with us. for on this out-of-the-way island we found more members of the class of 1915. Roy Reiser and Mae Duvall were joint proprietors cf a sheep farm. Geneva Griffey and her hus- band were there for the purpose of learning the intricacies of the particular system which they were using. Esther Ochs lived about ten miles from the Reisers and was the owner of several fine race horses, of which she was exceed- ingly proud. In Japan we were especially favored by an interview with the Emperor. We learned that Harry Myers, our rep- resentative there, had almost severed friendly relations with that country by his persistent flirtation with a dainty I'ttle Japanese maid, belonging to the royal household. For- tunately, affairs had been adjusted to the satisfaction of all concerned. Dwight Defenbaugh had taken the contract to build eight airships for the Japanese army. It was not. however, until we were out at sea again that the privilege of seeing one of his airships was given us. Like a huge bird, ;t sailed over the yacht, coming nearer and nearer with each succeeding second. Suddenly it began to turn over and over. Something had gone wrong with the machine—but no, it glided down and settled lightly upon the water. Seme one was waving to us; it was not a man, either, but two women! “Helen Hengst and Helen Hill, as I live!” exclaimed Helen. Sure enough, it was. They were the most daring av!ators in the world, having gone around