Senn High School - Forum Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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THE FOIfU.1l Fifteen. surprise, was delighted to see us and explained that he was acting as a Stoker in order to acquire local eolor for his new novel. I'll have to stop, now. Here is Mabel ruining to tell me land is in sight. April 29, 1924. 'l'he exeitement of landing in New York. after a long absenee, left my brain in a whirl. As we left the ship. we met Sid Anderson on the doek presiding over the labors ot' a gang of baggage smashers. He was far too busy to give us more than a smile. and we passed on. As our taxi sped through the streets we gazed with interest upon the sights whieh our long absenee had rendered strange to us. Sud- denly Mabel culled to the elunittenr to stop. Then she pointed excitedly to a hand ot' Salvation Army lassies holding forth before a dull-looking erowd of slum dwellers. We jumped out of the taxi and drew eloser to the erowd. I was surprised to hear the familiar voice of Marie Larson raised in song. and to no- tiee Eileen West systematieally pound- ing a drum. while Gladys Newberry wandered among thc listeners with her tannborine trying to persuade the pen- nies to drop. Soon the musie stopped, and Clara Week climbed on a. soap box and addressed the audience. At the close of her talk. she announeed that Cadet Ruth Garratt would favor ns with a solo on the Jew's harp. We jumped baek into our taxi, and sped away. 'Soon the ehanffeur turned into Broadway. and we were immediately reminded of the approaehing presiden- tial eleetion. as a burly policeman stopped us and announeed that the Suf- fragettes were parading in favor of Ilar- riet Marks as the NVmnan 's Party Candi- date for President. IVe left tlte eab standing. and pushed through the crowd to watch the parade. Soon the proees- sion appeared. At the head u'as Mary Putnam. riding in state in a 1916 Fliver wbieh I recalled had been given her as a Commeneement gift. The Fliverwas ttanked on eaeh side by an impressive body guard of young sutfragettes mounted on spotless white donkeys. Among these enthusiasts we reeognized Evelyn Harvey, Lueile Thayer. Edna Magnuson, Isabel Mt-t'orntaek, Pauline Russell, Cora Prendergast, Myrtle XVar- ner, and Frances IViehe. As we were getting baek into the taxi I got. my tirst good look at our ehautTeu1'. I was much startled to tind that he was George Ilouseholder. l was so startled in fact that I bumped my head on the top of the ear and badly disar- ranged my eoitfure. . Never mind. said George. I'l1 drive you right over to Madame Piper's Beauty Parlor. You reinember Dorothy. don 't you? Violet Severin is her part- ner sinee she gave up her kindergarten work.', We then went to Madame l'iper's. a very pretentious establislnnent just otf Fifth Avenue. IVhile my eoitl'ure was being rearranged Ada Coussens rushed in. Reeognizing nie. she rushed up de- lightedly mid told me that she had just taken the position of head librarian at the New York Publie Library. I asked about Elsie Funk and Ada said in a surprised tone. t'Ob, hadn't you heard? She is John D. Rot-ket'eller's private librarian. As we let't the beauty shop I beard the newsboys ealling extras and having purchased one, I elimbed after the others into the eab. In large headlines aeross the top ot' the sheet I read. Famous Baseball Case on Trial. I am not in- terested in baseball aml was about to pass this by when I uotieed a familiar name in the sub-heading. I then read the ar- tiele and found that Leroy Bishop was being sued by the New York Giants for breaking his baseball eontraet of the year before to take a position as head eoaeh ot' the Yale football team. The ease was to be tried before -Iudge Iianrenee Gilliek. NVhen I lmd finished read- ing the article I glaneed over it again. I had overlooked the name at the head of the eolumn but notieed now that the article had been written by George NVoltf, who had become a famous sport- ing writer. I idly turned tlte pages of the paper. I paused at the editorial page. There I noticed a department, How to Be Happy Though Married. conducted by Ethel Siemon. Another department tTo be eontinucd on page 265

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f'l0llI'f6671 THE FORUM Qlllass 1Brupbecp, CLI.. we four are al- most ready new to re- turn to the good old U. S. A. NVe had a lit- tle eelebration in my Mabel May, Gwendo- lyn lijornerantz. Ruth Ritchie and I. Outside a typical spring fog ret-king with damp- ness had Paris in its grasp, but little did we rare. Ruth brought in her latest painting. She isa rabid post- eylindrist. aml this painting was sup- posed to represent a Sea-serpent at Rest. Mabel is a post-futurist. and Gwendolyn but reeently shifted from the eubists, who lmve fallen terribly out of vogue. She and l' are both enthusiastie lmsists, i. e.. we apply our eolors with a bose. Gwendolyn 's latest painting is a truly remarkable one. Such delicate tones, such remarkable eolor schemes, and sueh an artistie vagueuess can .be at- tained hy no other method. x ' t-t1.tttt aus arte trtt gon. April 21. l5l24. Another busy da y. We sail to-morrow. and here our pat-king is only half done. Paul Corrubia dropped in this afternoon to bid us farewell. Ile is taking advanced work in Freneh at the Sorbonne. and we bave seen him often during our studies here. April 26, l92-I. lt, is the fourth day out, and this is the first time I have opened my diary sinee we sailed. Snell a lot ot' things happen- ing too, that I know I am not going to remember them all. When we first boarded the ship at Cherbourg. what was our surprise to meet our old class- mate, Milton Lumliu, Captain Lundin now, if you please. talking with Zoe Sea- tor, who is on her way back to America after a thrilling zoologieal expedition to Darkest At'riea. for the Joneson- jfehruarp, 1916 ian lnstitule. After we had exchanged greetings and talked over old times n little, the Captain proposed a tour of in- speetion. to whit-h we gladly assented. We went through the u'hole ship. How often I had wished to do this: to see the mysterious boiler-rooms down there below the waterline. the kiteheu. and all the other parts of this ot-ean hotel whieh I knew only from its brighter side, In the kitehen we were watching with in- terest the proeess of bread making. when suddenly Mabel seized my arm aml ealletl my attention to u distinguished looking gentleman in a froek coat sitting before a desk with all kinds of strange instru- ments strewn aronnd him. 0h. l almost forgot. said ftlilton. that's Fred Lteruier. our head chef. Sorry we ean't talk to him now, but we mustn't disturb him. Ile is eomposing a symphonic salad for Mildred Matthews. the Grand Opera Prima Donna. who is a passenger on this trip. ' WVe moved on and presently after we had kept going down. and down, the captain threw open an iron door aml u breath of seething hot air burst upon Ili. The white hot surface of the boiler fires ttashed upon us and almost blinded us. Soon, however, our eyes beeame acous- tomed to the glare and there before us in silhouette we saw a myriad of moving forms feeding eoal with huge spoons into the hungry maw of the gigantic furnaee. Do you recognize that little short fellow over there? asked Milton sud- denly. ' We all looked hard at the individual indicated but eonfessed ourselves battled. 'llhen Milton ealled to him and he came over. VVe all recognized him at the same time. XVhy, Herbert Irish. how thin you have grown! I exelaimed. Everyone laughed and I blushed. at least I think I did, if my face could have beeome any redder than that flaming tire had made it. Herbert after his tirst

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