Port Arthur High School - Sea Gull Yearbook (Port Arthur, TX)

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W Ill nullmn 11.... 2t ? IF 1 V Twenty-first Street, for this was the place where I was directed. There stood a beautiful white mansion, all lighted up as if some company was expected This place was the residence of my dearest friend, Dr. Neal D. Raderi I walked up to the door and rang the bell, and there greeting me with a pretty smile, was a dainty brunette, who introduced herself as Mrs. Rader. Then, before I had the slightest chance to ask for the doctor, out he jumped, right into my open arms. Never before was I shown such sincere hospitality as I was while I was in that household. Wonderful happiness was suggested to me by the doctor and his most charming wife, who, after an hour of two of hold timesfl suggested that we stroll down to see the doctorls friend, Mr. W. R. Prafka HWe are going down to see old Bill, Vera dear; somehow I think he would like to see 1 r. --e1-;g We walked slowly, the doctor and his Wife leading the way, she leaning anxiously and happily on his arm and between the two of us. We still talked of Old times in P. A. H. S. and many fond thoughts were brought back to memory. The doctor soon stopped and pointed to a large house somewhat like his own, and told us that that was the place to which we were going The place was brilliantly lighted up7 and it could be easily seen that it was a very beautiful place, having many pretty shade trees and a wonderful lawn to add to its beauty. There was also an abund- ance of flowers in the conservatory. We walked up to the door and a maid showed us in. She said that Mr. Prafka was in the drawing room and would be in shortly. When he did come in he was surely surprised. NIr. Prafka is now a master builder, having completed his course in Penn State University. As we sat there talking of olden times that brought back fond memories which in turn brought tears of sadness and joy alike, the Doctors wife turned slowly to him and said: IlDearest, donlt letls ever leave old Port Arthur, will you.w I, myself, did not want to leave, and slowly turned away to hide the on-coming tears. ,t1KTJ1H-:::a-, ,1u ' W'1-7N ;; a 4 , xv: xzfj:$ ed? 5? WWW Wkn Xi

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1 111lllllllllllllllllllll1,. . illllllllllllllll ' ' ' ' I 5 Dreams of An Alumnus AXVOKIC with a start. llWYhat on earth was happening to me I and where was ltw All this ran through my sw1mm1ng brain as a dark and sturdy African thrust his head through the curtains of my Pullman berth and shouted at the top of his voice: llHouston, boss; ya1 toll me to wake yal up at Houstonft I scowled at the darky but said nothing, knowing that he had done as he had been instructed. up 111 my small berth and peered though the window. Vl oulel I ever get there? lhree more long hours on the slow-moving ever-rotking t1 happened. I could not go back to sleep. 1 could do nothing but look out of the misty window into the streets of the small towns, and the forests, on the road from Houston to Beaumont. Beaumont at last! How eagerly I jumped from the train, not yet stopped and ran like mad toward the on- -c0m1ng 111terurban.l got to the cornex just 111 time to get on the crowded em and start my final ride toward my destinationaold Port Arthur, the only city 011 the 11121p,at least to my th1nk1ng. After W aiting half an hour, I espied a seat and quickly seated my tired self in the easy chair. The exciting moment seemed never to come. It se6med that every car the company had had to be passed, and our car had to wait for all of them 10 pass, on the side track. At last I sp1cd the metropolis of the South, Port Arthur, now adorned with imposing sky scrapers and tall smoke stacks, seemed an altogether d1flerent City from the one I had seen 111 the days of nineteen hundred eighteen I got offithere was the same Proctor Street, and by look111g up the avenue I could see the same bridge, the same lake which was famil1ar to me But the business d1str1ct was wonderfully Changed. Even the faces were changed. Now and then a young: man would pass and sm1le, some I thought knew me but were too timid or too u11ecrt21111 to spcal. I put up at the hates Hotely a wonderful struc- ture, and registered as K11. 7 7 After supper I stlolled down to the corner of Lake Ax enue and 9' :ih1rverchXefy 1 ix 3k t:::h::.:214$ KQ$

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