Spencer High School - Spencerian Yearbook (Spencer, IN)

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1926 SPENCERIAN 21 Jack treading from labelj : Every day in every way 'twill make you prettier and prettier. 'Pon my word, Frank, did you notice this picture? CFrances peers at the label on the bottle.J It's none other than Sod Stogs- dill! What do you know! So he's turned out to be a manufacturer of cos- metics. Mighty queer, eh what? Frances: I should say so. Not changing the subject, Jack, but there's to be an unusually good show tomorrow night at the Broadway Theatre. The special feature is an act by Spidora, the Enchantressf' She's a won- der. Everybody's raving about her. And Jack, Jack, guess who she is! Our old classmate,.Martha Jackson! Remember how we called her Spidora in high school? She's commercialized the name. fCoaxinglyJ I'd just love to go. Jack: Well, well, now isn't that fine? I've bought tickets for that very show. tProduces two tickets.J We'll go around and see Martha after- wards, and have a little theatre supper. Frances fdelightedlyj : O, I'm so glad. CJack falls to reading again, and Frances picks up a bit of needle- workj. Jack flaughinglyjz Here's what you need, Frank. A permanent wave-guaranteed to last a life-time, eh what? This paper says that a Madame Bolenne has really perfected such a wave that never needs a re- trace. She's the idol of all those bally actresses and society high-brows. fFrances looks at paper over Jack's shoulder.J Frances: Why, Jack! Don't you see her name is Harriet? It's Har- riet Bolen, who graduated in our class. I can't imagine such a thing. CShe shakes her head in bewilderment several times, and begins to sew again. All is quiet for a few moments! Jack CSuddenly sitting up straight and exclaiming in a loud voicel: My word, Frank, listen to this! CReading from newspaperb: Formation of a Hobo Party causes consternation in political circles. Mr. Kenneth Esakson, King of the Hoboes, announces his candidacy in the coming pres- idential election on the Hobo Ticket. Mr. Marquis Mitten is his running mate. This party has been growing rapidly of late, and now has thousands of adherents, including bums, tramps, hoboes, and professional bankrupts. If I am elected! says Mr. Esakson, I promise that you will never have to work any more. 'Plenty of money and nothing to do but have a good time,' is my motto. Frances: What's this country coming to anyway? Jack: Don't know. Looks like anarchy, eh what? But what else can you expect? Swede always was a good hobo, donchaknow? He took the prize at the Senior Hobo Party, remember? And Marquis seems to be cut out for a hobo, too. Makes me feel mighty bloomin' bad though to think that two members of our class should come to be such ciphers. Frances: Me too. Let's have a little music to drive away the blues. Jack: Splendid. I'll see what I can get. Maybe it'll cheer us up, eh what? fGoes to radio and tunes into New York.J Got the Hippodrome Theatre in New York. Radio Announcer: Station S. Y. Z. The next number on the program will be a solo, 'My Indiana Home,' by Mr. Mark Peden, world-famous bari- tone. He is accompanied by his wife, Mrs. Virginia Hill Peden, a renowned pianist. Mice and men are the only things that frighten women.

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1926 SPENCERIAN 20 Jack: Ripping idea. I rather think Catherine's making a big success as a novelist and short story writer. She always had a knack for writing, donchaknow? O, by the way, Frank, in your letter be sure to tell Dump and that bully old scoundrel, Wayne, that I'd jolly well like to see 'em. And when Wayne makes his fortune raising those pet hogs of his tell 'em to buy an airplane and make us a dying visit. QJack resumes his reading, and Frances her writing.J Jack Qlooking upj : By Jove, Frank, who do you reckon dropped into the office today? fPauses and then exclaims triumphantlyj Hight Cant- well! Q Frances Cincredulouslyj : No! Jack: Yes! And fat! My word, Frank, he must weigh 250. Talk about lucky dogs, He's fairly rolling in wealth. May Ashbaugh always pretended she didn't like him when we were in high school, eh what? But she did. And when Hight started paying attentions to some one else the bally girl showed her spunk. They're quite happy now. Hight's been made a mem- ber of Henry Ford's firm. It seems hc saved Henry's life at one time, and the old gentleman was so grateful he just made him a partner. Hight gives much of his monev away. He always was a generous chap. We spent the whole morning talking over old times. Frances: Truth is certainly stronger than fiction. Imagine! May a millionaire's wife! !Wonder what it feels like. Well, I wish them all hap- piness. Jack: Hight was telling me about Sheik Taylor. We were all rather excite?d when he olopcd with Edna Wallace on commencement night, eh what . fFrances nods.J Jack: Well, well, they're living in Spencer. Morning-Side Addition, and are as happy as two turtle-doves. And here is the secret of their happiness. Edna does all the work. Frances Cknowinglyl : I just bet she does. Probably gets up at four o'clock in the morning, and builds the fires and bakes biscuits for her blessed hubby. No wonder Sheik's perfectly contented. Just think of run- ning over a poor little woman like that? It's an outrage! Jack Qsoothinglyj : Now, now, Frank. Don't get excited. Sheik always was beastly afraid of work, donchaknow? He's an inventor, Hight says. Trying to find a liquid which if injected will make a person highly educated Without studying. Sounds like Sheik, eh what? I bet the truth of the matter is he works just when he feels like it. Probably sits around all day in the sun smoking a corn-cob pipe. Sheik jolly well hated to study when he was in high school. Frances: Well, this is my philosophy. Don't spoil men. Say, Jack, I have something to show you. CShe leaves room, and returns with a large bottle which she exhibits proudly.J Frances: See, it's an instant beautifier. I bought it this afternoon from an agent. im13r EL5j0x2y qilnmmm mm A good natured man is hard to find.

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1926 SPENCERIAN 22 53 11111111 fFrances and Jack gaze at each other in wonder and surprise.J lMark sings.J Frances: Well, did you ever. To think you tuned in, and as luck would have it got Mark. So he married Virginia. That's the greatest surprise yet. But she fairly worshipped him in high school. Jack: Say, Frank, it's mighty queer how many of the old class of '26 we've accidentally run into today, donchaknow? Have you stopped to think? Wonder what's become of the rest of 'em. It's strange what thoughts a fellow does have-just sitting here reminiscing. fDoor-bell rings, Frances, goes to the door, and ushers in Hop Sing, a Chinese laundry-man.J Hop Sing: Hop Sing bringee home the laundree. Sorry so late. Them classy boys they florglot it. They maka me slick. Frances looks at the laundryman fixedly for a few minutes, then cries out excitedly: Why Tut! Tut Noel! It's you! tShe grabs his hand, and pumps it madly. Jack gazes in dumbfoundedj You were Hop Sing in the opera, Once in a Blue Moon, and now are you really a Chinaman? Tut: Didn't know whether you would recognize your old friend or not. It's been ages since I have seen you. Frances: I didn't know you at first because you seem so much like a Chinaman. Tut: Oh, I'm the manager of a big laundry, and mingling with so many Chinamen, one naturally takes up their ways. Nearly everybody thinks I'm the real thing. Frances: I suppose you're still an old bachelor? Tut Cemphaticallyb : Well, I should say not! I've got a peach of a wife. Mary and I've been married five years. Jack Un surpriseb Mary! Tut: Yes, Mary, Mary Hardin. Surely you haven't forgotten her. QRe- lapses into broken Englishj She velly good cook. Cookee Hop Sing rice, Chop Suey. Yum yum. fSmacks his lips.J Frances: Will Wonders ever cease! Nothing can surprise me now. Jack: Say, Tut, do you remember that Chinese song you sang in the opera we gave when we graduated. Sing it for us, won't you? Tut: Sure Mike. fSings Chinese song.J Jack: You know. Tut, it's funny but Frank and I happened to run across so many of our old classmates today. I wonder what has happened to the rest of them. Let's sit down and just talk over old times. Tut: I'm with you. fThey sit before the fire.J Frances: My, my, such a lot has happened the last ten years. Have you any first-hand knowledge of any of the old bunch, Tut? Tut: Mary had a letter from Elma Dillon yesterday. She's the Dean of Women at Romona College, and is making a big success there. We asked her to come over this summer and spend a month With us. Frances: Fine. We'll all have to have a house party. Elma will enjoy the East. Every fool has his day.