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

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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 —

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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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Mars High School je- rushed Dave still in his corduroy working suit. They were happy. The street scene faded and I heard as in a dream the melody of a piece - of music played in a haunting minor key. ‘The spirit of Chopin, Beethoven and Rubinstein seemed to attend as Mabel Werner’s fingers wandered over the keys. The audience sat in silent wonder and admiration as the’ spell of the music increased. In one of the front box seats 1s Mabel’s husband. When the score is ended they hurry home amid a storm of applause. Ina few minutes they stand by a snow white crib in the beautiful Cleveland home. The evening program is forgotten and Mabel stands glorified in the love of her husband and tiny son, the king of hearts. “Better that tribute than the praise of the nation.” The scene changed again and Dr. Faustus had transported me to Reno. There we heard my old classmate, Vera Hyett, had offered for sale her expensive mansion. Puzzled over this we paid her a call and she told us she was going east. She told us how after being married and divorced five times she had met her first husband and had fallen in love again. They. were to be married that afternoon,” she continued, ‘‘and then start east When they reached home they were going to housekeeping on a tiny farm near Mars, Pa.” 3 Nodding goodby, I turned toward the door and found myself standing on an upper balcony of an old chateau in southern Spain. Before me was Rosa Nauhaus, now Countess Somebody. “Come watch me get dinner,” she said, “the Count will play for us on the mandolin.” So Rosa made an omelet while the Count played on the mandolin and told Dr. Faustus and me how he had met Rosa studying music in Paris. He had wooed her till in desperation she had married him to get rid of him. In the twilight we all went boating on the ocean cove at the foot of the chateau and Dr. Faustus and I were wafted into the west, back into the eS Aa | There in a pretty suburban cottage I found Jane Stitzer adding a long list of figures. “What’s the matter?” I asked, curiously. ‘Why,’ said Jane, ready . to cry, “this column adds up nine hundred dollars.”’ “Well, what of it?” I replied. “Penny said we could keep house for two cents. How will we ever get nine hundred dollars?” she moaned. “The compound interest on two cents ought to amount to that in time,” I said, dryly. Gazing out of the window I saw a large machine flash by. Loyal Wal- ters was trying out his latest car. I looked and saw Jean was helping. ae ee Paige 2 are nty-eight