Malden High School - Maldonian Yearbook (Malden, MA)

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CLASS BOOK OF 192 0 A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL pierced the bull’s jugular vein. He swayed dizzily, attempted to charge his tormentor and sank to the turf. Davenport had thrown the bull—he of the voluble tongue! I am convinced that the foundation of his dexterity was obtained at Malden High. Just as I was leaving him, I noticed several en¬ thusiastic people congratulating him, who were no other than Margaret Han¬ cock, Frieda Eisenberg, and Herbert O’Hare, who were touring the world. They all faded from my sight and new scenery passed in review. My eyes opened on such swiftly moving scenery at this point that dizzi¬ ness overcame me for a moment. When I came to again, I noticed all signs were printed in French. Finally Paris itself with its hushed gaiety was brought before me, and again the motion of the ball ceased. There in front of one of the cafes, I saw our former football star. Max Nayor. Around him was a happy squad of boys. “Mac” was a coach of a French University which had ju t won the championship for the season. He did not have any trouble with their mother tongue, thanks to Miss Durkee. He was known throughout France and was a favorite of everybody as he was in his school days. I left “Mac” just as he was making preparations for coming back to America in time for the Malden-Everett game. A new disturbance appeared before me and countless cities and towns whisked by until finally New York with its towering sky-scrapers and won¬ derful lights flashed into view. The Hippodrome seemed to be clamoring for attention, so I concentrated on the interior. The place was crowded with people intently watching two men who were hypnotizing members of the audience. Who were they but Joseph Batting and Willard Coleman! The next thing which interested me was the appearance of the Wood Sisters, who gave lectures on “How to be Happy though Married.” I wonder if they will solve this problem. Have no doubt, as both Gertrude and Elena have very sweet dispositions. As this picture faded, I concentrated on Edwin Fowle; and shortly Fowell, with its busy mills and buzzing industry, appeared in the ball. A large factory on the right soon attracted my attention. The office building bore Fowle’s name. Can you imagine Eddie in the textile industry—Eddie the favorite of his class, the wonderful impersonator of an old man, a real dignified business man? Ed saw more of a future in business than in the theatrical line, and certainly did make good at it. Truly this is a funny world and chuck full of surprises. Page Twenty-nine

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CLASS BOOK OF I 92 0 A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL plained when the superintendent of the place made his appearance, for he proved to be William Gage, the irresistible charmer of the fair! I had become so used to being shocked that I didn’t wince a particle. My earphones gave me an inkling of what it was all about, when one of the old women said to a neighbor of hers, “Without that noble man we would perhaps be starving somewhere.” It flashed upon me that Gage’s love for the ladies had caus ed him to build the “Old Ladies’ Home of Ipswich.” I willed again and this scene vanished. The crystal ball next took me over rolling plains and prairies. I was evidently somewhere in the West. Here and there the sky was dotted with tiny specks which proved to be aeroplanes, and I could plainly hear the drum¬ ming of their motors. Finally one of the planes descended, and a sprightly young man, as I supposed, leaped from one of the seats. Upon closer inves¬ tigation I discovered the individual to be our star basket-ball player, Dot Egan. As soon as I recognized her, I looked around for her constant com¬ panion, and sure enough little Hazel Blanchard, another of our former basket¬ ball stars, was seated as the pilot of the aeroplane. Her outfit was so large one could hardly see her. For the old saying goes, “Wherever Dot goes, her little lamb is sure to follow.” Bidding Dot and Hazel a mental “au revoir,” the aviation field and all else disappeared, and I willed myself to other hands. The crystal ball now carried me eastward and soon I found myself gazing on dear old Boston. My attention was attracted to a skyscraper in the process of construction. Men were busily engaged laying its mighty frame¬ work. Two contractors, who were Carl Phillips and Edward Peterson, were having a hot argument over some business proposition. My earphones gave me an idea of what it was about. This from Phillips, “Heads I win, tails you lose.” Poor Peterson agreed to these terms. Ed was always a good loser. I then shut them from my vision. In a twinkling of an eye the United States was left behind and strange lands passed before me. At last a sign-post pointing to Madrid appeared, and I knew that I was in Spain. The movement in the ball ceased, and I gazed upon a sight which I had never hoped to see. There before me was an immense structure seating thousands upon thousands of people, who were gaz¬ ing intently upon a man in combat with a fierce old bull. Yes, I was seeing a bull-fight and finally I saw the bull overcome by an angular faced man, who seemed utterly fearless. My earphones brought such sounds as “Vive el Americano!” “Vive el Davenport!” to my eager ears. A sudden stroke Page Twenty-eight

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CLASS BOOK OF 1 92 0 A MALDEN HIGH SCHOOL Lowell disappeared and the next view that came into the crystal ball was in Medford. There seemed to be a great deal of business-like activity. I noticed a young girl in particular. She carried a large sign which she waved in the passengers’ faces. On it were the words, “Horse Racing between Muriel Johnson and Doris Enslin at 3 P. M. Admission 50c. Proceeds for a Worthy Cause.” Hazel Harden served as the advertiser. As she was drawing crowds to the race, I travelled on and Providence took its place in the globe. The action came to a standstill at a building which bore the sign, “Wyman Randall, Actresses Supplied for All Leading Pro¬ ductions.” Well, I wasn’t a bit surprised, for Randall was always fond of the fair sex. He had opened a theatrical agency for the opportunities it offered. As I left him, I thought, “How the other boys must envy him!” Providence faded from the ball and I was taken back to the old Bay State. Boston came into view and action stopped on Tremont Street in front of a tall building. The third story was shown to me and in the women’s shop “Miss Leah Powers, Women’s Beauty Specialist,” had located. The number of women waiting in line to be treated showed that she had achieved marked success. As she could not take care of them all alone, she had an assistant, Agnes Ulrich, who became essential to the business. Several compounds which Leah had put on the market were eagerly sought for. “Baldine guaranteed to grow hair on a billiard ball. Wrinkline guaranteed to remove wrinkles from chew¬ ing gum.” I couldn’t help admiring her ability in so easily deceiving such exacting creatures as women usually are. I was just about to leave when my attention was attracted by a sign which read, “Wholesale Manufacturer of Earrings. Something Entirely New. Alice Tryphena Hutchins, Originator.” Inside I found Alice seated before a mirror donning a pair of “peanut earrings.” She was demonstrating before an enthusiastic customer, who was no other than Hilda Wettergreen. I pon¬ dered for a few moments, and an incident which took place a few years ago came back to me. One day when Alice was feeling as good-natured as usual, she walked into the shorthand class wearing a pair of peanuts on her ears. It took the class as well as the teacher, a few moments to control their laughter. She was always up to some prank or other. Wonders never cease! Just as I was leaving the building, I noticed a person who looked fa¬ miliar. A shock of never-to-be-mistaken hair told me at once that it was Ralph Welch. He had an office in the same building, where he became wealthy, Page Thirty