Mars Area Junior Senior High School - Planet Yearbook (Mars, PA)

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Mars High School }e - “What will Twila’s future be?”’ I wondered, “and yet I think I know.” Tne violin dropped from Rubenstein’s Melody In F to the soothing tones of Home, Sweet Home. . “Wrere shall we go next?” I asked Dr. Faustus. “Boston is not far,” he suggested quickly. I nodded and in a minute was standing before a snop window on tne corner of Boston Connon. In the window was a creation of gold tissue cloth and chiffon. Ona a snall plate in gold letters was tne word “deCoux,”’ the name of America’s most noted designer. | “Yes,’’ Dr. Faustus said, “Graham deCoux is a wizard, he can make homely wonen fair, good looking ones beautiful and the beautiful ones divine.” I tried to figure how this could be done with three pins and a yard of goods, but I gave it up as a bad job. ) Passing on to the residence district of the city I saw a large mansion, the home of one of my classmates, Helen Boyle, though she was no longer single. Her French maid, whom I met in a nearby park, told-me of ze mistress waon all ze fine chentlemans loved; how they had all been sent away heartbroken except ze mister, ze fine, ze handsomest chentleman, and he was oh, so reech. | Leaving the park, in a twinkle I found myself in the principal’s office in, the Wilkinsboro High School. There was Jean Vandervort bending over a column of figures. She greeted us with a friendly giggle and told us of her latest reform in scnool management The clock struck four and before the ecno died away the door was flung open and in stepped Oddy, Loyal Walters. “The car is waiting, Jean,” he said, nodding to us and holding her coat for her. The office faded away and we found ourselves in the grandstand watch- ing the Yale football eleven come storming down the field scattering the Harvard men right and left. A lone figure shot out and tore away across the field making a goal such as Harvard never saw before. From the Yale ranks raised a cry “Rah! Milt! “Rah! Rah. -Raht’? The game was over and Milt borne on the shoulders of his classmates, swung across the field waving a piece of paper, a contract engaging Milton Ellis as the coach and athletic instructor of Princeton University. The game had been exciting so Dr. Faustus and I adjourned to a nearby tea room and while waiting for the iced drinks we looked around. At a neighboring table I was amazed to see Esther Boice accompanied by one of the junior partners of the Bethel Steel Company. A ray of light glanced in through the window and sought out the large solitaire on her left hand. The Doctor spoke before I could collect my wits. Eck had many suitors, but she so gravely denied that she had a heart. Page Twenty-six

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if Mars TLC LORS Gipao7! take Bud Fisher’s offer to continue drawing his cartoons for him but I guess Tl run my own. They seem to be making a hit.” : So just as suddenly as I blew into Mabel’s studio where the funniest | and most expensive cartoons in America are made I blew out of the window and found myself standing before a large mahogany desk. | In a minute a lady looked up and smiled. Before she spoke I realized | that Ruth had made her mark. At once I could see her rise from mail clerk | in the Pittsburgh Postoffice to Ruth Huffman, Postmaster General, Wash- | | ington, D.C. As I was spirited away I heard her ask about the class of ’21. | Then all was quiet as death. The darkness was warm and perfumed. A stringed orchestra wailed softly but was silenced by a storm of applause | as Alma Wohlgemuth appeared on the stage. ‘Turning to my companion, | Dr. Faustus, | asked for the program. There I saw Foikin, the great ) Russian dancer, was “starring’’ my old class mate in a wonderful new Russian opera and ballet combined. As the minutes flew beguiled by her songs I realized wny Alma had taken the people of two continents by storm. After the theater Dr. Faustus and I were whirled away to Madison | Square Garden where we found a table set for two. Out on the floor were | a couple, dancing. As they turned I was amazed to see Clyde Frisbee and one of New York’s debutantes. A brass buttoned bell hop appeared with a telegram and Clyde rushed away to a midnight directors’ meeting which would decide the American Merchants’ business policy for the coming year. “What,” thought I, “a society man at night and an influential merchant in the business world. Well, well, some people are born lucky,” I decided. | I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw not the prosaic streets of New York as I expected but the sunlit blue of the Pacific Ocean. Leaning on the rail of a great ocean liner at my right was a young American gazing at the approaching harbor. The face was familiar and I quickly recognized Le Roi Norton, the famous young broker from Wall Street, who was on his way to Honolulu to take charge of a large broker’s office. | Quick as thought I was back in old M. H. S. listening to Dorothy For- sythe render her graduation oration. Dean Chambers, of the University of Pittsburgh, was there. The next morning brought a scholarship for Dot, | his tribute to her splendid literary efforts. Then passed in review four | years at Pitt and three spent abroad and Dorothy, better known as Mrs. —, | was Professor of Literature at Pitt. : | Next a strain of violin music caught my ear and I was transported to Washington Square, in Philadelphia, where a little colony of ambitious artists try to acquire fame. There in a long studio I saw Twila Cunningham slowly drawing her bow across the strings. On the table lay two letters. One offered her an opportunity to join the Boston Symphony Orchestra, - the other was a last appeal from an old sweetheart. Se Page Twenty-five

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t Mars High School They all believed her except young Reed, who was the lucky man. The tea room dissolved in space and I found myself at Dr. Faustus’ side in a large auditorium. Advancing across the stage, I saw Mildred Sanders. A hush fell as Mid began her address. ‘She told of her struggle up the ladder of Success and of her efforts to make her school the best. After presenting the diplomas to her Seniors a little flower girl handed her a bouquet of white roses from the Senior Class of the Johnstown High School. After offering Mildred our heartiest congratulations, we slipped away and found ourselves walking through a red wood grove toward a rustic cot- tage near a tiny Californian lake. Just then a powerful roadstcr drew up cottage. “That,” said Dr. Faustus, “is your old classmate, Catharine Hooks, lately wedded to California’s young senator, Bedell. She met him in Wash- | ington. They are spending their honeymoon at Catharine’s child home | near Los Angeles.”’ The grove was past and a large open field appeared. There was a large plane ready to leave the ground. “We'll go now,” said Dr. Faustus, “and we felt ourselves whisked into the machine and up above the clouds as fast as the wind. Before I realized it we were sailing at ease above a roaring river, in southern Brazil; an engi- neering camp and an immense bridge, almost completed, appeared through the clouds. Through a pair of powerful glasses I saw a dejected figure sitting on an old cracker box. “Tt’s Dave Roberts, isn’t it?” I asked my companion. “Yes,” Dr. Faustus replied, “this morning his pack train arrived from the coast and Dave’s customary letter from Maggie. He swears he will leave the bridge at once and go back to the States, alone. I saw a stir in the camp and an Indian runner appeared. He handed Dave a packet. It was quickly torn open and a glance sufficed to show it was a letter from Maggie. One line caught his eye “My aunt and I will arrive in Rio de Janiero on the 27th. I graduated from Vassar last week and couldn’t wait a minute longer. You'll meet the Patancither 6 yt” “Whoopee!” howled Dave, suddenly happy. “We'll be married on the 30th and then I'll SUCCEED. Mmm, she nearly drove me mad with waiting.” “Will she come?” I-asked. “Sure,” Dr. Faustus replied. A moment passed and I stood before the gleaming marble La Plaza hotel in Rio. On the terrace I saw a beautiful girl standing with her face turned toward the west. The setting sun glinted on her golden hair as Margaret Kilpatrick turned to speak to her companion. ‘Then up the steps Page Twenty-seven s and stopped. Two people descended and hand in hand they entered the —