Markleville High School - Arabian Yearbook (Markleville, IN)

Page 17 text:

1, y -Q1 if I 1 the town of Lockwell, North Dakota. I packed my belongings so as to be in readiness for the journey. The next morning I awoke feeling like a young man. I boarded the 5:30 train and after a few hours travel I landed in Lockwell, a town of about 15,000 population, located in the heart of a large farming district. The first thing I noticed when I got off the car was a large sign on a telegraph pole on which was stated: Flint County Fair, July 26-31, at Lockwell, 'the farmer's city'. This being the 26th, of course I was just in luck. After getting my breakfast, I started out on the hard day's walk that always goes with a fair. Everything of the fair nature was to be seen from the Palm Reader to the Motorcycle Hippodrome, but of all the attractions, the live stock and poultry exhibits were the best. All the time I was seeing the :sites I still had in mind to keep a watch for any member of the Class fo '26 that might be present. After seeing all the outside attractions and the live stock, the poultry exhibition was the last thing to go to see. As I walked through the pavillion I was soon attracted by an exhibit of about fifteen coops of White Plymouth Rock chickens which seemed to have about all the prize ribbons going. I viewed these remarkable fowls very closely as I passed along. As I came to the end of the row, whom should I see sitting there on a camp chair but Bennie Stinson. He told me that these White Plymouth Rock chickens were a few of a flock of tive- hun- dred chickens he now owned. He also explained to me how he had opened the lock to Success in the poultry business soon after he graduated from M. H. S. I then well re- membered that he had the Golden Key to the lock when we were studying Animal Hus- bandry in High School, After leaving the poultry building, it then being 5:45, I went back to tihe hotel where I ate my supper and rested about an hour and a half in order to be ready for the night session at the Coliseum. I left the hotel at 7:30 prompt, and in fifteen minutes I was comfortably seated in the Coliseum. The main feature of the evening was a lecture on Why We Should Get An Education, by Miss Mabel Padgett, Dean of Women at the University of Illinois. I soon saw it was the same Mable Padgett that was a member of the Class of '26, After the lecture and while I was still sitting there watching the livestock parade through the Coliseum, a lady of the old maid type came in and seated herself beside me. We soon commenced conversing as old friends and we soon found out that we really were, for it was Josephine Ebbertt. She told me that she had lost all trace of our dear class members but three, Mae, Helen, and Myron, and related the following concerning them: Myron Hayes, whom we knew better as 'Muss, is now one of the best dentists in the State of Indiana, located at Pinhook. The last time I saw him he had just given a man's grinders the twice over with gold, enamel, and the forceps, and I overheard him say his bill was 375.00 I guess Myron took up this occupation as his life work in order to help people have correctly shaped teeth without wearing the braces as he once did. Mae Dehart, whom we better knew as Red married the good looking Mr. l- after ten long years of successful courtship. They are now located at Peoria, Ill., where Mr. --1 is the chief electrician in the City Garage. VVl1en I last Qvisited them the red headed little - were four in number, making things merry for their happy parents. Helen Norris, after a disappointment in a love affair declared she was through with matrimony and established a beauty parlor at Detroit, Mich., where I am going some of these days to get the wrinkles removed. As for myself, after graduating from M. H. S., I attended Butler College where I graduated in 1930. After breaking my engagement with the Pendleton young farmer lad, I resolved to settle down and live a life worth while. I am now an old maid school teacher, have a well furnished room, large rocking chair, a lamp that smokes, a cat that meows, a parrot that swears and a dog that growls, so I don't see where I would have any use for a husband. After she had finished her story, I related the following about myself: After graduating from M. H. S., I took a four-year course and graduated from the Case School of Applied Science as a first degree Electrical Engineer, This proved to be very interesting Work. Three years after I took up this occupation, I married, my wife of course needs no introduction, and we now own a nice home near Muncie, this being about the center of where my work is located. After bidding Josephine good night, I returned to the hotel, packed my belongings and the next morning boarded the train for home with the thought in mind that my vacation had been well spent without the least doubt. HAROLD G. KELLER. 1926

Page 16 text:

.ug ' - i - '-,.--... 'tiM1l'mmW Z 'ffZ3?a. ' V - 1 ii I , r CLASS PROPHECY It had just been twenty years since the Class of '26 graduated from dear old M. H. S. How everything had changed in that single score of years. The schoolhouse now covers an entire block. The town of Markleville has grown to a population of two thousand people due to four large factories established. Beautiful were the large stone buildings towering above the street. VVhere the class of '26 had drifted I knew not, for to me it had drifted seemingly as seeds in the wind. I had pondered many hours wondering where all of the other eleven studious classmates had gone. God only knew, I didn't. At last a happy thought came to me. It was none other than to take a tour with the hopes of at least seeing some of them. It was the twentieth day of July when I set out on this rather doubtful trip. Leaving Markleville, my first stopping point was Chicago, Illinois. Upon arriving there my first task was to find a hotel for my short stay. I inquired of an elderly gentlemanlas to where to find the best hotel. He directed me to an eighteen-story structure, advising me that it was the best hotel in town. I walked on down the street to where the gentleman directed me. As I approached the front I saw in large letters, Ralph A. Williams Hotel. My interest was at once aroused, for I wondered if the Ralph Vvilliams I knew was the owner of this fine hotel. I entered the marble hallway, here I found an elevator and was taken to the floor on which the owner's office was located. As I entered the office, I saw sitting at the desk a tall, handsome gentleman. As he lifted his head with a welcoming smile, I soon saw it was my old friend, Ralph Williams. He had grown in height, but had lost those large freckles, being away from the sunshine, but still had the .same jolly ways and a smile as always. VVe had quite a long talk, after which he showed me my room which I was more than glad to see after my long ride on the train. The next morning I awoke refreshed and decided to master some of the sites of the city. I walked several blocks when I was suddenly attracted by a large poster on which was the following announcement: Caxton Theater. Professor Ralph Blake, lecturing on My Experience as a Foreign Missionary. Everyone invitedg 2:30 P. M. After seeing this announcement, I walked about the town until the hour of 2:30 was near at hand, then I soon found the Caxton Theater and secured a comfortable seat. The speaker of the afternoon was none other than the Ralph Blake I knew back in Markleville twenty years ago, After the lecture I talked with him quite a while. He told me more about the missionary work and how well he was pleased with it. By this time it was getting late in the evening, so l went to the Brookshire Cafe where I got my supper. After supper I decided to spend the evening at a show. I left the restaurant, walked down the street to the Beaumont Theater, purchased my ticket and found my seat. One attraction of the evening was The Dancing Maid of The Hoosier State, who I soon saw was Wilma VVhite. She hadn't forgot the Charleston which was becom- ing to be popular when the Class of '26 graduated. As she tripped lightly upon the stage the canarys in their cages upon the wall even commenced to do the Charleston. Another evening attraction was some very fine singing by Mme. Katy Petrovia. With eager ears I listened to the soprano solos rendered, the reason of which was that this great singer was none other than Kathleen Moneyhun. She now has a secretary and treasurer of her own, instead of acting as one as she did for the Class of '26. The next morning being Sunday morning, I decided to go to church so I started out and the first church I came to was the First Methodist Church of Chicago. I went in- side, took my seat and waited patiently for the service to commence. It was not long until a tall, slim, thoughtful minister stepped forth to the Bible stand and delivered his morning sermon, the text of which was: Thou Shalt Not Steal. It was a very good sermon indeed, for the minister was none other than Fred Rector. All during the ser- mon I noticed something bore heavily upon his mind. After the sermon we had a long talk, and he gave me one of his cards on which I read: Rev, Fred Rector, President of the Illinois Swine Raiisers Association, Pastor of the First Methodist Church of Chicago. By this I knew he had taken up the ministry and swine raising both, which we all knew he was interested in when in school. I then asked him what bore on his mind during the sermon. To which he replied: I was just wondering about the black hog I had to suffocate in the straw pile disaster in the woods north of town last night. We then went to his home where we enjoyed a fine Sabbath day dinner. I returned in the afternoon to my hotel room. I decided to leave on the morrow for

Page 18 text:

X gg w 'fl ' - ' Q A l I - f ff xx X3 2 lf' 'F J F'RESHr'lF1N S0PHo rnoRE T ml