Plymouth High School - Mayflower Yearbook (Plymouth, IN)

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1 Se 4' ,L1 Fax .33 ,...,:.. --f ... lower from Florida and that Frances had not given up her music. I was very glad to hear she hadn't. On coming out of the hotel we met our former president, Howard Grossman. He is practising law in Chicago and has two private stenographers, Olive Schroeder and Bertha Green, two more of our-classmates. He also told me that lvlargaretha Kelver was playing with lllr. Hensel, the world famous violinist. I asked Howard about Dale Rains and he told me that Dale was selling patent medicine down at Culver. VVho would have believed it of Dale who used to always be on the Honor Roll. Also that Donald Bame was head waiter at the Star Cafe. This was an- other shock for us. Some more valuable information that How- ard bestowed on us was that Alves O'Keefe was with a company in New York advertising collars which were taking the place of those famous Arrow Collars and that Herschel Green was running a second-hand store in New York City. These boys seem to like the big city, don't you think? I suppose you have read a lot about Allen Rudd since he has fallen in the footsteps of Henry Ford. I heard about him several times when I was in Europe. I guess he's now making a new car called the Shenifield. Also, I heard it ran without gasoline. llly goodness! what will they invent next? On strolling down the next block a very appetizing window took my eye. This was a delicatessen shop owned by our friend Bernice South. We stopped and had quite a chat with her and she told me that Anna Buzzle was now working in Don's Parlor, having charge of the candy part of it. From the crowd that goes in and out of this store I know that she has a very profitable business. I also met some of our under-classmen in there, too. Well, lVIelba, this is nearly lengthy enough so I'd better close. Your old friend, RUTH. Twenty-seven

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.- P. ..: . f4I 2 . ag, Nbr. I E 'yjflowczr' , Class Prophecy UR story opens as IlIrs. Hoham says Good morning, to the postman. You ask who IVIrs. Hoham is. Why, it is Melba Steele of course, and she lives in Denver, Colorado. Obi Here is a letter from Ruth hdillikanf' Let's look over her shoulder and see what the letter says. Plymouth, Indiana, july 1, 1932. Dearest flfelba: NIy! how good it seems to be back in Plym- outh after being in Europe ten years. And how everything has changed. Especially our old classmates. As I got off the car a young man came run- ning up, calling, Taxi! Taxi Lady, do you want a taxi? And who on earth should it be but Lawrence Richards. I got in his taxi, which took me to the new Plymouth hotel. I inquired the prices of the rooms and when the clerk looked up I recognized Everett Jamison. I was dumfounded for I thought Everett would be raising onions out on the farm. But more surprises were still due me. On entering my room I found that there were no towels there. I rang for the head housekeeper and who should come but our old friend, Mary Cox. just the same old Mary and with the same gift of gab. I was quite overcome by these surprises and as it was rather late, I decided togo to bed. On rising next morning, I decided to go to the hairdresser in the hotel and who should greet me but our dear friend Gladyee Hollins- head and Lillian Roush was also present as an expert manicurist. VVhile at the breakfast table I noticed a beautifully dressed girl across from me and with her was a nice looking gentleman. Upon inquiring as to their iden- tity I found that it was Edith Boys and her husband, who is a prominent lawyer in Chicago. She met him while teaching fancy dancing in Chicago. I went over to them and we had quite a nice talk. We decided to look over the town together. Before starting out on our tour I ran into the First National Bank to cash a check. It seemed quite natural to see our old Treasurer, Gilbert Kizer, hav- ing charge of money, as he was cashier of the bank. On coming out of the bank we noticed Twenty-six a tall, dignified-looking gentleman and lady coming down the street. It was Charles Brooke and Clara Goodrich. Charles is now judge of the lVIarshall County Circuit Court, you know. Down the street we passed our friend George Kamp who is now manager of what used to be IVIike Ryan's clothing store. He informed us that Garah Richardson is making a tour of the central states, lecturing in behalf of the Anti-cigarette League and is making a success. Standing on the corner we noticed our classmate Donald Snider, usually known as Buss in our High School days. He was selling peanuts at a peanut stand. Of course, we stopped and conversed with him a few minutes and he said he sang at the Rialto theatre four nights a week. Oh! Melba, isn't it wonderful about Julia? Edith just asked me if I had heard about her and I said No, Edith told me she was now with the IVIetropolitan Opera Company and making a wonderful hit in the east this year. Located on hlichigan street where the Greek's Candy Kitchen used to be, we noticed a pretty little japanese Tea Room. This look- ed very attractive so we decided to go in there for lunch. Imagine our surprise when we were greeted by Louise Jones and Winifred Morris, who are the proud owners of this dainty little establishment. Just think, they're still old maids. They gave us some valuable information about three of our former class- mates. That Louise Hoham was living in California and is soon to be married to a Los Angeles banker. Also that her sister, Florence, is a teacher of language in Paris. And that Ruth Jackson is teaching English in the Plym- outh High School, as you know bliss Gal- breath has resigned. All this fairly took our breath away so we went back to the hotel to rest a while. About two olclock that afternoon I came down from my room and while waiting for the others to come I noticed our dear friend, Frances Cook. She said that she and her hus- band were staying at the hotel until their new home on Fifth Avenue would be completed. Of course, you knew they just moved here

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11325. ev. If- . Twenty-eight iulower' lass Song fTune to Those Old Time Melodies J I. Our High School Days now are over, We're leaving you all today, Sometimes it's true, we have felt blue, And, no doubt you've felt that way too. Now we are leaving forever, And we are real sad to say: Scenes you hold dear, will always appear, Just when you're leaving' this way. Chorus How We'll miss our teachers and we'll miss our classmates too. How we'll miss those dear days spent, while learning all those rules P. H. S. How we'll miss the good old days in dear old Those are days that somehow we can never try forget. Goodbye little Freshies, and goodbye dear Sophies too. Goodbye Juniors we are leaving our own place to you. Hoping too, that some day all of your success' will be Woven into some sweet melody. II. Miss Jamison, our dear class adviser, You have been steadfast and true, Always on hand, ready to lend, Helped us and guided us thru, And dear Miss Renwick, we will say, In Algebra, Geometry too, You've done you're best, just like the rest, Shown us the way day by day. Chorus To you Mr. Annis our dear principal and prof. We wish to say we didn't mean to do things we should not. Mr. Stallings too, who made all of those real good rules. Taught us good in history and athletics too. Dear Miss Boss, so sweet with all those pretty, lively tunes. She was always there to drive away those awful blues. Mr. Boyer in debate, the best in any state. We, will never, never forget you. III. Miss Schlosser we never can tell you, How we appreciate you. You've been so good, just as you should, You've been a pal good and true. Miss Galbreath and dear Mrs. Boyer All you've done no one can tell. You've done your best, gave us fine tests, You, no one else can excel. Chorus Goodbye Mr. Hensel, we are sad we're leaving you, Don't worry, there'll be more sweet girls, and some with eyes Just the same we want to say that you have helped so much, Taught us all about shorthand, Commercial work and such. Mr. Cook we'll sure miss you, For you have been so true, Miss Beasley and Miss North, the same always to you and you. Last of all, we'll miss the things that all the teachers give, Those unavoidable detention slips. Julia Fanning and Margaretha Kelver. so blue,