University School of Milwaukee - Trident Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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THE ACADEMY Tiventy-five A Class Reunion. I was walking down Fifth avenue the other day after a workout at the g}m. It was about 5:30 P. M. and the walks were crowded. While looking in at a shop window I happened to bump into a man and knocked his hat off. I picked the hat up, muttering an apolog) ' , and I found myself face to face with my old classmate, Tad Berresford. He was de- lighted to see me and fairly dragged me to his rooms at the Ritz. On the way there both of us were too surprised to say much, but immediately we were in the room he said : Well George, old boy, how are you ? I have been reading quite a good deal about you in the papers. Tell me about that last fight for the cham- pionship against Baker. I certainly was glad to see that you won. I wanted to come to the fight, but I couldn ' t get away. Oh the fight was close. Baker al- most floored me a few times. Tell me, how are you getting along with that last experiment of yours? I ' ll bet that one of these days you will reach Mars. Re- member how we laughed when about fif- teen years ago at the old M. U. S., we talked about communication with Mars? I wonder how the old school is getting along? Probably they are getting along very nicely, said Tad, the last time I was there they had just completed the new- buildings up on Downer Avenue, with w D n d e r f u 1 equipment — comfortable rooms, a half dozen tennis courts, a large athletic field for football and track, and an immense gymnasium. I always wished that the school could put up new buildings, said 1, Have you seen any of the others who went to school with us ? I haven ' t seen Bill Stud- ley in ten years. You know I sometimes wish I were back there in the old school again. Tad became thoughtful, then burst out laughing. Why come to think of it, Studley, who is now physician to King George V, happens to be in town and I think that the rest of the fellows said that they would probably come to see him. Tell you what, I ' ll give a dinner and invite all the old boys — we ' ll have a regular reunion. Be down in the dining hall at seven tomorrow evening. I came a little late for dinner and when I was ushered into the private dining room everybody was there. W ho could that man with the horn-rimmed glasses be? Sure enough, it was none other than Kommrusch, now art-editor of the Times. And that fellow over there m the corner — he looked familiar? That black hair and that head — it must be N ' eaver. And so it was. Weaver, after many struggles, had risen to the position of General Manager of the New York Central. And who could that distin- guished looking man be surely he did not belong here ? Imagine my surprise when Tad Berresford came up to me, greeted me heartily, and told me that one of my old friends was dying to see me, in the meantime leading me in the direction of the distingushed looking stranger. I told Tad that I had never seen the man be- fore, and told him to be sure and intro- duce me. He laughed, and I remember that at the time I saw nothing to laugh at. Then I was introduced to Dr. Rudolf Winnacker, German Ambassador to the United States, who had just arrived in this country. Grown more dignified and stately he was a wonderful diplomat. Then I heard a familiar voice in my ear. I turned, and there stood Dr. Studley. It was the same old Billy of our school days except that he had grown taller, a little heavier, and had a crop of gray hair. He was just as dignified as ever, and sight of him brought back school- day memories. All that was missing to make the picture complete was the famil- iar figure of Dr. Pratt. After all, those were the good old days, thought I, and I left that evening with pleasant memories of the good old past. — G. Brumder.