Rawlins High School - Roundup Yearbook (Rawlins, WY)

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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.