Portsmouth High School - Clipper Yearbook (Portsmouth, NH)

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and Eleanor I saw the crowds, and picture. As THE CLARION 11 Haskell. tenzts of a circvus, the stan-ds in the following it -became lmiore pro- nounced, I could see a man standiwnzg before the side show, making an- nouncements. Nefver was a si-de .show pictured in such glowing colors as that one. The ,brilliant flow of oraitiory never ceased, and iwhetn I bent forward to see who this modern Defmosthenes mighm ble, I was confnonted with the earnest face of Charlie Norton. Strains of sweet music came to my ear and before -my eyes was a large dance hall. Suddenly the mlusic stopped and Geraldine Davis, the di- rector, announced that Fannie Shar- ansky would do her famous exhilbiltlion danloe. Vifhen the music started again, I noticed that Idla Rosa was playing thfe piano, as exipert at classiical, as popular music. A massive b-uilding ,was tihe prinlci- pall feeitune of the neudt view. A ta'bllet n-ear the door informed me lthat it was the Community Bluillfdlinlg and tfhle ar- chitect Melvin Chandler. It has ibeen erected durinzg tlhie term off 'May-or Richman Margesonl. Within, ithere was a conlvenftion of hospital srufperin- tenidents. Dr. Morris Stewart was preparing to address them. In the audience was Marion Williams, Rhoda Farrar and Mary Cronin. The topic of discussion was to be a. discovery made by Clarence Re-dden, the -chem- ist. A splendid represenation of P. H. S. studenlts, indeed. The interior of a fashionable mo- dis-te's shrop. Ve'llve't canpeits, soft hagnigvings of harmonizing tints, with gleaming mimrors, lent a toulcxh osf dis- tinctiont A chic lady, who talked with her eyes, was exhibiting igioewns to a. -matron, wiith fhuer daulgfhter. By h-er ostentatious manner I knew that that proprietr-ess was Cecelia Miunphy. Her model came f-onward 'in a dainty dress of 'rosebud pink. T-he big picture hat framed an adoralble face, that of J eanl- ette Quinn. There wene ltxwo other models, Rita Mortlon and Sylvia Ster- ling, equally as attractive. I saw a magnificent forest surround- ed ,-by towering mountains. Wyatt VVe1ud'el'l was surveyinlg this beautiful tract. A man WELS pokiing with a stick at the neanby ston-es. It was Herbert Jackson, now a gie-ollfogist. He looked very natural always poking. A Business Girls' Home came. The gentle peace and homelike aitmlosphere was easily undenstood. The matron was Frances Howard, who welcomed the girls with words of motherly ad- vice. In the otlfi-ce, Batherine Lyons, with 'her assistant, Claire Flanigan, was finishing the dlay's 'correspond- ence. From the books I learned that Sarah Thomas and Alice McWilliams two prominenft business wolmen were instrumental in the founding of this splendid institution. The brilliant .gleam of a light flalshed across the sea. A shigp, 'driving throulgh the dark waters, nurned its course at the warning Signal. Eugene Sealwalrd, the captain, mentally thanked thle lighthouse tender, little knowing he was his classmate, Douglas Richard.- son. A gorgeous limousine rolled into a large garage. A lady allighted. She looked familiar, yes, juslt as I ghouzght, it was Helen Call. Helen had invested her money well and was now a lady of leisure. She apyproached the head mechanic who was John Fullam. Sure- ly he must fbe a. good one or sulch a car would never have been intnrusted to him. A dozen girls lisl-ned with marked interest to a dignified .professor as she pointed out the position-s off the vari- ous constellaltions. Shle wvais Eleanor Batchielder, disoolursinlg just as bril- liantly als she uls-ed to in Latin class. The 'girls lerft .to altltend a dlass in Economics colndulcted lbiy Laura Mar- shall. In a Well Strreet office, David Hart- well, a lbroker was giving dilcltaltion to Rose Sabela This plarticfular letter, .xl

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10 THE CLARION Viola Crompton her happy faculty of being able to keep still at the right moments, and to do her talking when it is quite unnoticed. A very useful gift indeed Viola, and after a little prac- tice you should be able to manage it almost as well as Mary does. To Pauline Halprin, Florence Howell sadly bequeaths her much treasured privilege of never studying at all. To Ruth Dunton, Margaret Ryan submits all her bookkeeping ledgers. These are beautifully kept, and will help you many times next year, re- member to keep them always with you lest some unhappy accident befall them. If any Junior is ever in doubt as to the exact Word he wished to forcibly express his meaning, he may safely consult John Wever, for Don Richard- son has provided for all such emer- gencies by endowing John with one large and useful vocabulary. Finally, we, the class of Nineteen Hundred and Twenty, having so gen- erously remembered the Juniors, both individually and collectively, do- sol- emnly extend to them our very best wishes for their future happiness and prosperity. In witness .whereof we have here- unto subscribed our signature and af- lixed our seal this eighteenth day of June in the year of our Lord one thou- sand nine hundred and twenty. CSignedJ The Class of Ninteen Hundred and Twenty. A ELEANOR BATCHELDER. LUCILE CURTIS. ,,,....,.....-.-.-i- CLASS PROPHECY fMis,s Eileene Woods.J . Curled in a blanket, Indian fashion, I watc'h-ed tihe laslt rays of the June sun slip. It maide me think of my P. H. S. days, so rapidly going and I begun to wonder what would be the destinies of my classmates. A brigvhit little star poked its head out and twinkle-d salucily. I felt ,gulre by its manner that it had some superior knowiledlge so I solemnly chanted: Star bright, star light, First star that I see tonight, I :wish I may and I wish I might, I wish my wish may come true to- night. I wish I may see what every on-e of my classmates is going to do. It was only a very few minutes Ialter -when 11 saw a long, low ranch house in the mlidist of a plain. Vkfhooaps, shouts, the tramip of horses' feet were heard and a dozen men rode into the yard. Directing 'the unsaddling of the lrorses and giving orders was Uhve ranch owner, Pau' Badger, the first of our classmates. An office, that of banlk president, businesls-like amid alwe-invsfpiritng, with its mahogany fulrnishings and shiny desk fittings. There was an air of ef- ficiency about that otlfice, mingled with quiet and diignity. The reason was sirmple enough, the private secre- tary was Muriel Lance. On her desk were letters signed R. J. Kinkpatrick, President. The next scene War. in nhe cofuntry. It was fall, the vivid, mystical farl. Dowvn a dusty road bordered with state-ly goldenrod and asters came two young ladies. They were seeking something evidently, for they glanced from side to side. As I looked closer I perceived they carried palette and brushes, another look and I recog- nized Florexnlce Howell and Edith Pear- son, two eminent alrtlists. An exclusive restaurant and roof garden, 3, plalyfground for the wealthy. The proprietor, George Flanigan, stout and prosperous looking, mo- tioned the orchestra to begin. John Regan 'Was playing his favorite in- strument here. At one of the taibles. I noticed two charming women en- joying SIJIDODSI' with two extremely good looking young men. l recrgnized these two women an Alice Donovan

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12 THE CLARION that Rose was taking wilth such re- markalble speed, was to Paul Hughes, the owner oof a stock farm. The next picture filled me with fear and trerrnblinsg. A Stutz racer tore madly axro-und a corner and drew up short. A mam jumped out, took off his hlad, and bowing low said, Robert Marvin, reporter for the New York Sun, at your service. I was permitted a peek in a fashion- aible drawing rorxm, crowded with so- ciety WOIIIISH. A beautiful woman con- versing with tl.e hostess, I knew to 'be Carolyin Badger. A group of tlhio women was grfeatly aniused by the witty remarks of Helen Newiick. On the side of a lofty mountain was a tiny cottage. The little place over- looked a vast expanse of ibeaguty, woods, valleys and mou'nta.ins. In the doorway stood Philfbri-clk Butler, the foresiter. Certainly an inspiring work. this, Butler, where nwture is a con- stant comlpanion. Did you ever see an actress landing from a successful European tour? That was wlhat I was privileged 'Lo see. First came the trunks and coluintless 'boxes of this renowned personage. On the pier stood reporters, note books in hand, jotting down the exact nulmlber and anxiou-slry eyeing the gangmvay for the appearnce of the actress. At last she came, leading a. tiny Chow dog and followed fby her French maid. I was both surprised and delighted to learn that this distinguished woman was Monita Gray. Before the bar in a large court room stood Joseph Hurley, earnestly plead- ing for a sobbing girl, huddled in the corner. Doris Eaton, a welfare worker, finally succeeded in comforting the poor prisoner. She joined with the others in congratulating Hurley,when a verdict of Not Guilty was brought in. I should have enjoyed a quiet hour at the cozy tea-room that the next picture showed. The house was invit- ing, but the tables, set under the shady maples, were positively alluring. The three owners greeted guests with kind ly hospitality. They were Theresa Crowly, Edith O'Brien, and Mary Walsh. In the jungles of South America, through the vines and exotic flowers came a party of explorers. VVith diffi- culty they cut a path through the tan- gled maze, and I saw Joseph Costan- tino, the leader. The soft music of violins issued from the orchestra of a large opera house. An expectant hush, and the velvet curtains slowly parted, reveal- ing Lucille Jacques. It was with re- luctance that I watched the picture fade away, for I longed to hear more of Lucille's wonderful voice. If you could have seen the bakery I saw, I am sure that you would have been as hungry as I was. The tempt- ing display far surpassed any I had ever known. Moreover the proprietor was Louis Black who moved about, directing the work of his employees. Never was there a woman who was not moved by a stunning array of hats. Those exhibited in the following scene were bewitching, rakish tur- bans, large picture hats, and pert bon- nets. I wondered who was responsible for these creations and my curiosity was satisfied by the sight of Doris Smallcon. If ever I have to have any teeth pul- led, I shall certainly go to Paul Stella. The patients whom I saw entering his office seemed perfectly calm and con- Hdent, no hesitancy or dread. Stella was an ideal dentist. Silence and an atmosphere of cul- ture pervaded the sceneg an immense library, well lined with inviting books. Jessie Coleman was helping a young student choose a book, explaining to her the delightful possibilities of the old writers. Marion Gray, a Woman of poise and dignity, turned from her desk to graciously spend a few minutes of her valuable time in telling the story of the beautiful mural paintings to a