St Clair High School - Clairvoyant Yearbook (St Clair, MI)

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Capac, Mich. Dear Lena: If you could only see me now. It’s the simple life from now on for me. We have just got fairly settled on our 640 acre farm out here. We tried living in a flat in Detroit for several years but finally moved back to the farm. Now I am learning how to feed the chickens and calves and how to cook succotash and can fruit and I enjoy every minute of the day. But don ' t think that we stay home all the time. I haven’t given up all my desire for good times. We often take long cross country runs in our machine. Next week we are going to drive up to St. Clair for the alumni ban- quet so I will see you then. DONNA. P.S. — Oh, I never told you who I married, did I. Well, his initials are C. W. — guess who he is! (Picks up another envelope — reads from corner) “If not called for in ten days, return to Smith Earle, Law Office, Woodward Ave., Detroit. “Why! that must be Myron. And “Earle” — that is surely George Earle in partnership with him. Dear Lena: I’ll come right down to facts as I’m very busy just at this season, with a number of civil cases to pre- pare. I hung out my shingle in 1920 after finishing the law course at U. of M. and being admitted to the bar. I have built up an exclusive practice here in Detroit and am now fairly on my feet. Of course, I only handle certain cases, the great- er number being breach of promise suits. I find these pay best and as I always charge as my fee four-fifths of the money transferred, I manage to put away a little every month for a rainy day. Yours respectfully, MYRON. (Boy enters delivering night letter. Tears open and reads) : Am too busy for letters. Have a large practice as eye specialist in Toledo. Like it immensely. Come and see me. ETHEL DOUGLASS. Ethel, an eye doctor! Well! well! This is a man’s handwriting — why yes — it’s Carl’s. — 30 —

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(Telephone rings.) “Hello, hello. Yes, this is Lena Vories. Why,! Ruth Joachim; where are you? In Detroit buying stock! What for? Well, what kind of establishment are you running? Oh ! just evening wraps and dresses. In what city are you located ? Emmett? Well, that’s not very far away. Why don’t you ever come to St. Clair and talk over old times? Did you hear about the high school building collapsing a while ago? They’re putting up a new $40,000 one on the old site. Mr. Keen is bossing the job. . Oh, you’ve got to go? Awfully glad you called me up. Do come and see me. Goodbye. This is Mary’s letter, I’ll read it next. Cambridge, Mass. Dear Lena: Here’s where you get two letters in one. Chester thinks it a great joke as he lets me do all the writ- ing and he sits by and laughs. You know Chester is the football coach of the Harvard squad and although he is crazy about his boys he worries me half to death as I’m always afraid he’ll get hurt when he’s showing them some new play. We have a darling little bungalow on the edge of the campus and if you ever come east you must run down to Cambridge and visit us. Lovingly yours, MARY POWRIE ROBERTSON. Well, Mary, I certainly shall! Mary did make such de- licious bread and cake in the old days. Where’s Donna’s letter? Oh, here it is — I wonder what she’s doing. - 29 —

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Dear Lena: Am in a terrible hurry. Am playing two performances a day in Weber, Bauman and Field’s minstrels. We give a charity performance in St. Clair, July ist, for the benefit of a new high school. The old one just naturally tumbled down. Yours truly, CARL. Now for Gladys ' . It hardly seems necessary for me to write a letter to you as 1 live so close to you. Last summer Miss Woodward went to Europe for a couple of years ' rest and travel and I am tak- ing her place on the faculty of the St. Clair high school. I do not think she will teach any more as I think she has some- thing better in view. You can ' t imagine how queer it seems up here at the high school. Just think, Justin Hunger and Franklin Moore are seniors this year. I ' m sure my junior English class is the worst ever. They’re so full of mischief and they’re always up to something. Yours truly, GLADYS. And last of all is Lo?s ' letter with a foreign stamp, too. Hello Vories: Fritz is growling terribly because I am writing all these letters and he wants to go out and see the sights. I just told him he could wait a couple of hours for me as I’ve waited several years for him. We were married the first of May and then we ran away to Europe for our honeymoon. We are doing London this week. Last week we did Paris but I doubt if either one of us knew but what we were in Venice or Berlin. But it really didn’t matter, did it? LOIS. Why! it’s eight o’clock. I must get off to that suffra- gette club banquet. What a nuisance it is being president of a club. I’d like to stay right here and read these letters all over again. —LENA VORIES. — 31 —