Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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the earth twice without stopping until now. And just be- cause of a dare, too. After a few words of greeting, they passed on. Our boat now turned northeast and came to i. stop at Sitka. We scarcely expected to see any one we knew, but here again we were surprised. A strange outfit stood in front of one of the leading stores. About thirty dogs were hitched to the cart, which could easily be transformed into a sled. Supplies of every description were be:ng loaded on it by two heavily-boarded men. One man’s beard was a rich purple color. Stepping up closer to view the curious equip- age. the purple-bearded man turned, and we heard him utter our names. He was Lloyd Thompson. He explained that his hair had turned white because of the extremely cold weather, and he had used a dye. prepared by Lillian Botkin and Florence McCalla, which was guaranteed to restore hair to its natural color. Instead, it had turned it this peculiar shade. He had begun legal proceedings against these two women through his lawyer, Walter RufT. The defendants were retaining Ada Mnllon as their legal adviser. By the time he had finished his story, the other man approached and announced that he was Harry Wolfe en- gineer for the Pole Railway Company, and «as now engaged in the work of constructing a railroad to the North Pole. Lloyd was his efficient helper. We were glad to see these friends again, and could scarcely keep Martha from joining them, for they said that upon the completion of the railroad they intended to go down through Greenland. Martha had heard that Ruth Miller was stationed here as a missionary, and she “just felt sure that this was her calling.” Consequently, we left sooner than we had expected. At last we were nearing home, for we were now coasting along the western shore of the United States. On down to Mexico we went, and cast anchor at Manzanillo. This country we found to be restored to peace at last, with a nourishing trade established under the governorship of Fred Gerhard. Lawrence and Harold Ruff were in charge of the experi- ment station there and were obtaining astonishing results concerning d'fferent crops of the country. They were both happy bachelors. In this city our party attended a charity concert given by Alice Fricker for the benefit of the little Mexican orphans. Journeying on down the coast, we passed through the Panama Canal and steamed up to New Orleans. Glad, in- deed. we were to be on home soil again. Hungry for some- thing to read, Elizabeth bought ‘The God of Self-Conscious- ness Conquered,” by Paul Cullumber and Clarke Ward. It was lovingly dedicated to Mr. Hickson, a former High School teacher. We found that the public was making clamorous demands for more work from these authors, with just such a human note to it. At Memphis we visited Mrs. Mildred Acton Pineapple and Adeline Griffith. Adeline was a kindergarten teacher and was spending her vacation with Mildred. She had taken the three little Pineapples on a fishing expedition, but returned just as we were leaving. She told us that Gertrude Billingsly was comfortably located in Virginia. Somewhere in our wanderings we had heard that the Hocking River had been improved to such an extent that large river steamboats could navigate it as far as Hooker. Suddenly a wild desire and a homesick feeling to see Lan- caster seized us. “Why can’t we go up to Lancaster?” questioned Martha. “Nothing at all to prevent.” replied Elizabeth, and. suiting the action to the word, our boat was soon headed up the Ohio River. At Cincinnati, while walking through the zoological gar- dens, we came upon Lucile Southgate. She had long ago

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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

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moved to Walnut Hills, where she might more closely observe and study customs as they exist “in the city.” Taking up the thread of our journey, we at last reached the Hocking. Now we could scarcely wait. Before we reached Knterpri.se, some one suggested that we stop, as one of our classmates lived there—Mildred Wharton. She was not at home, however, for school had begun in Logan the day before, and she and Catherine Wolf had resumed their duties. Mildred as instructor of Music, and Catherine in the Domestic Science Department. So these girls, con- trary to the warning administered by Miss Davidson, had deliberately chosen to be school teachers! Sugar Grove,” some one called out. and we could scarcely believe our eyes, for it reached almost to Rock- bridge. We couldn’t think of going past without stopping. Wonder of wonders! Hugh Baumgardner was sole owner of the Fordchen Jitney Bus line and employed Hubert Ey- man as business manager and chief chaufTcur. Hugh took us for a drive and didn’t charge one cent. After a light luncheon, we started for Lancaster. Not far from the city, however, a sunbonneted figure awaited us at the water’s edge—“Bunny Ward. She had given up her musical career and settled down to the more enticing farm life, or. as she expressed it, ‘The Wright Way of Liv- ing.” She held a much-worn volume in her hand written by Florence Rhoads. Its title was “Why I Do Not Believe in Dancing.” After a few words of greeting, we parted and soon ap- proached Lancaster. Alighting from the boat, we made our way up Main street. On the fountain square stood a huge building, and on the front appeared the sign. Becker and Wiseman—Successors to Wool worth and Co.” In we went, and found that a thriving business was theirs, for they had for sale a vast array of useful articles, ranging from a five-cent egg-beater to a trimmed hat. In the new High School building we found Joseph Hew- Ctson, superintendent of schools. Russel Dupler was assist- ing n the language department, where his revised Virgil translations were as popular as Doctor Williams’ Grammar had been during our school days. As theGovernor. “John” Frederick William Sexauer, was in town that day, we called at his hotel to see him. In a few minutes he entered the room with a dignified, stately tread. He was accompanied by his wife. Nannie. “John” Frederick had shown himself to l e a leader of men early in life, having successfully piloted the class of ’15 over count- less stormy periods of class dissension. We were urged to remain for dinner, and of course we did. Oh, did you know that Mildred Sherrick is conducting “Questions and Answers” in the Columbus Citizen and is a noted authority on love problems and etiquette? And Irene Hengst and her husband are attending law school in Boston,” said Nan- nie. Of all improbable things! Then dinner was announced and as we entered the din- ing-room Helen exclaimed, “Oh. what are those beautiful flowers? I never in all my life saw anything so lovely.” Upon examination they proved to be roses. The tips of the petals were a rich scarlet, shading off into a delicate gray— our class colors! To these was attached a card, reading “Schneider Bros., Florists.” This was their contribution to our dinner party. I.uther Burbank himself could not have excelled this. The next forenoon we walked out into the country. As we passed a trim farmhouse, a woman stood at the kitchen door, blowing a large horn to announce the midday meal, and afar off in the field a man waved a glad response. So rapt she was that she did not see us. But on the steps of a schoolhouse a short distance away we came upon Hazel Ballmer, gazing with joy on the flock of children playing about the steps. After talking a short time, she said, “Did