Portsmouth High School - Clipper Yearbook (Portsmouth, NH)

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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

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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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THE CLARION 13 visitor. Trays upon trays of precious jewels Killed the cases of the jewelry shop presented to my view. The sparkling gems were arranged so artistically that I began to think who of my class- mates in the old P. H. S. days dis- played such ability. Then I remem- bered, it was Leo Bridges, and sure enough there he stood looking over his work with a critical eye. Work in the settlements is one of the noblest occupations in the world. How I anxiously awaited to see who this woman was whom mothers greeted with beaming fum-s and chil- dren followed so trustfully. It was no other than Lucille Curtis. She stopped at an institution for the blind where Bernice Brown was fitting the poor unfortunates for a useful life. A picture within a picture and I was confronted with a movie. It was a thrilling one and made my blood run cold. A sinking ship with a girl stand- ing on deck, wringing her hands. But she need not have feared, for Burn- ham Averill, the hero, jumped into the raging sea with her, swimming to a life boat. Burnham made a dashing hero, 1 assure you. lt must have been the Cherry Blos- som festival in Japan, as the people were gayly dressed and the trees made a curtain 'of bloom. Yellow hair seemed odd among so many dark heads, but finally it came to me that this was a missionary A and Doris Sykes. A massive ship was on the ways, waiting for the christening bottle to be broken over its bow. At last the sponsor bent forward, the boat slid gracefully into the water While shouts filled the air. Louise Bragdon turned to face the cheering crowd and was presented w. h a bunch of roses. I distinguished an employment bu- reau in what followed. Mary Timmons and Marjorie Dockham were the own- ers. People simply Hocked to them and from their satisfied expressions, I en. judged our two classmates were very successful. In a. pullman car racing across the continent, I saw two women. The eld- er woman seemed greatly interested in the conversation of the other who was Dorothy Newick. Dorothy was evidently doing well in her position as traveling companion. I saw in her employer's lap a book Dietetics, by Katherine Pray. Scores of fashionably dressed Wo- men were entering a shop on a busy thoroughfare. I looked more closely at the lettering on the entrance and read, Margaret Ryan, Hairdresser. I was simply fascinated by the at- tractive room shown in the next pic- ture. On closer inspection I perceived it was an office, although the magnifi- cent hangings, well chosen furniture, and beautiful pictures would have made any woman's room a place of exquisite charm. On the desk was a card engraved, Marion Thompson, Interior Decorator. Mary Katkin was a teacher so I learned from my pictures. Her disci- pline was perfect and the children studied industriously. Sadie Miller came in to talk with her and from their conversation I judged that Sadie was in charge of the Children's Home. The following pictures came in such rapid succession that I can give you only the merest glimpses. Margaret Scott was the supervisor of a tele- phone exchange, Earle MacDonald owned a factoryg Bessie Cohan was cashier in a department store where Helen Colbath was a buyerp Morris Kutchinsky, a tailorg Annie Miller, a. teacher in Jerusalem and Virginia Bar ton, a landscape gardener. The next scene was more kind and gave me ample time to observe all the details. The setting was a former Indian reservation, but, oh, how changed. No longer were the Indians treated as prisoners, but they enjoyed the full rights of citizenship as the only true Americans deserve. They