Portsmouth High School - Clipper Yearbook (Portsmouth, NH)

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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

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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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14 THE CLARION were prosperous, too, for a great in- dustry had grown up among them. They owed their new independence and prosperity largely to the untiring efforts of Samuel Maddock. The last rays of the sinking sun were fading across the Golden Gate making a gorgeous picture. In the doorway of a pretty home stood Flor- ence Gray with her two children. It Was a thrilling and inspiring scene with which to conclude my visions, for I saw no more and the night was very dark. But I had seen my classmates and knew that they were all prosper- ous and happy. Above my head the star still twinkled brightly. I cried out to it happily, It's a grand old class, 1920, isn't it? And the little star looked down and deliberately winked. CLASS LIMERlCKS CMarron Williamsj Morris Stewart-a heart. A heart is a dangerous thing to lack, And since yours you halve lost Accept :this one Wie give to you In case yours doesrft come back. Robert Kirkrpatrick-a circle. You ce.ntai'nll,'y have been an all round fellofw NVith never evein a sfpark of yellow, So take Uhlis circle as a token OT :frienidishliqps stelasdlfalslt and unbroken. Paul Badlgier-a toy horse. VVe've known y1ou bly the name od Horse, And the 'beslt that can 'be said Is, if you really wiere a horse Y0ru'di be 3, regular thorough bred. Mlulriel Dance-a kiss. Mturiel 'ylou are so modest, So quiet and winsiome a miss, The only gift we cvould think of VVas just our llofve and a kiss. Carolyn Badger-a scerptre. Hereis 'to the vice president off our class, A .girl beloved by all We gwive her this scfepttre to rule from her throne Her throne that will never fall. Eugene Seawaurdv-a sword. Gene, this sword is for temporary use Until you get a real one. Take it and practice on aniyone So the profs vwon't :think you're Q. greenhorn. Charlie Norton-a chain. Charlies always moving- We never saw him still: Perhaps this chain will holfd him: We surely hope it 'will. Earle MloxDonald-'Polly Prim. You do not need this now, 'tis true, You're al-ways spick and adndy. Brut in case mishap should come to you Pbl.ly Prizm will come in handy. Alice Donovan-sftilts. Allioe, you are so very small VVe're afraid Some people cant see you at all. So get on these stillts and hold on tight Pe-rhiaipns we then can keep you in slgiht. John Fullam-fa medal. Bully, heres a medal to commemorate your skill In catching for the Seniors Vtfhen we made the Juniors ill. Eleanor Bartlchelider-a D. The fourtfh leitter in the algphwalbeft You never saw in red, I bet. So 'take this D and look at it hard For you never got one on your report card. Francis Howard-a megaphone. Your teach-ens hadlto strain their ears Tio hear your voi-ce so low -So take this megaphone, fwe're sure 'Twill help you as you go. H . ai? .if O