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my machine. While in the court Ibecame interested in a case then being tried. A middle-aged woman was on trial for charming her audience so greatly that a magicia of great skill was required to bring them out of their trance. I bought my license, and found out from the judge that if I would take this person out of the country he would free her. This I agreed to do. In case you haven't guessed why I was so interested .n this person I will drop a hint—it was Hope Edwards of the Class of ’20. We left for America immediately before we should get into any more trouble. I tho’t it would be quite nice if I could get into the aerial mail service, so Hope and 1 stopped at Washington to make arrangements for such. We w'ere both agreeably surprised to find that the President was Kathleen Faye and the Vice-President was Frances Olson. We were the Fonor Guests at a piano concert given by the pianist of the day— Madam Frances Phelan. O cfourse she had a very dignified name after the “Madam” but it was Frances, so let's call her by that name. The next day we went to hear a lecture on the abolition of tobacco in the U. S. We recognized this reformer as Ruby Carlson. But how changed. She had her hair drawn tightly back, she wore a heavy cloth waist with high neck and long sleeves, extreme low-heeled shoes, and a skirt down to her heels. As we were walking down the avenues and up the streets after the speech we heard a sweet voice say, “For one dollar I shall g ve you a glimpse into the future. Are you not willing to deposit one dollar to see what the future holds in store for you? We beheld a most charming person in gypsy dress. A red “bandana” was wrapped about her head. In fact, her dress was one of the most charming affairs I have ever had the pleasure of beholding. I decided to have “a peep into my future” even though I do not believe in such things. Anyhow I should not mind having such a charming Palmist do so. She grasped my hand and after looking me straight in the eve for a brief second, she said- “Well, Hello! Emily, how are you anyhow?” “Eva Anderson, I cried with all the pleasure in mv voice, “How, and why are you so occupied?” “Well,” she explained, “I really don't know much about fortune tellrng but as long as the neople are willing to have me tell their future and I can make a good living that way, why not” I could see no reason why she shouldn't and said so After leaving Washington we went to Chicago. We landed on a roof as was the custom, and after making our way to the street we had the pleasure of seeing a “disturber of the peace” taken in charge by a feminine cop. We waited till she had the person safely in the patrol wagon- which she had called, and then tho’t that we would compliment her on her braverv. As she turned at the sound of our voices we were surely amazed to find that this “cop” was Grace Bartn k. another of our class. After she was off duty we had a fine time discussing the whereabouts of all old members of the class of '20, ad laughing over the incidents which took place while that class was in R. H. S. The next day we headed for home. When we were nearly there we collided with a wireless telgraph pole and descended with more speed than dignity. As I was picking myself out of the ruins I heard a familiar voice say. “For pity’s sake, can’t you sleep without falling out of bed?” I awoke to find myself in a most undignified bundle half wav under the bed, I looked at the calendar and found that it was dated 1919. I decided to reioice because I had not slept for 20 years and that I was still a Junior of R. H. S. E. V. M. '20.
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iJftatnrij of tljr QUaoa of 1920 I spent a wretched night last night. In the evening I attended a dinner given by the Domestic Science girls—that I might state was the cause of all my troubles. Of course I do not wish to cast any insinuations on the dinner, I merely state that as that was the last time I had partaken of food all evidence points that way. It was shortly before—or after midnight when I tucked myself fondly in bed, and it was between then and morning that all my troubles began and ended. Nightmares? Well I rather guess SO. After dispelling the ghosts and other wierd figures surrounding my bed by casting a slipper into their midst I thought my troubles were ended, but peace that night was not my lot in life. A voice suddenly ordered me to be ready to go to the poor farm in five minutes. “Well, I tho’t, since when have I become so poor that I needs must adjourn to the poor farm?” but as the voice again boomed out the order I hastily dressed and looking into the mirror I was no l.ttle shocked and alarmed to find that my “golden hair was turning to silver grey.” Yes, there were most assuredly very grave signs of grey hair around my temples. Looking at the calendar I was still more amazed to find that it read —“June 30, 1940. ’ The voice was right there to explain things however, “Your case has been the most perfect example of Rip Van Winkle, that any one has heard of. You have been asleep since the night the class of ’20 graduated, and I have just been able to awaken you. I turned and saw a very learned looking man whom I took to be a Doctor. He was short and rather stout, he had a goatee upon his chin and an eyebrow upon his lip, and spectacles on his nose; but behind all this camouflage I recognized Andrew Peterson. Putting on a coat and hat I followed this person outside and climbed into an awaiting aeroplane. We soon arrived at Dixon, and as I turned the corner in one of the halls I collided violently with one of the inmates. This person spoke very scverlv and in unthinkable terms as we picked ourselves up, but when we saw each other’s face we embraced one another fondly and with a tear in our e e. “My dear Ma:ey,’’ I explained—for this was none other than Macev Lackey—“how did you get here?” “Well, it was this way: Mv great grand uncle left me a fortune you know. Well the villian beat me out of all of it. Ah—“dreamily’’—he sure was eood looking- and so very clever, so very, very clever.’’ “Yes’’—I was all svmpathy—“he must have been clever. But say that was sure menn of him, wasn’t it?” Fere Dr. Andrew inferrupted and we again climbed into our plane. l eaving this institution we flew for New York—a matter of a few minutes—and I boarded a steamer for Europe. Th rst thing I noticed on mv arrival in Enqrland was a field for the training of persons in the art of aviation. I applied for entrance and after two weeks training I bought mv plane and prepared for a trip across Europe. There was one thing that interested me. and that was the fact that Marion Johnson was the instructor at that field. T flew to Paris, and when I landed I was accosted by the officer of the law who escorted me to the court just because I had no license on
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