University of Denver - Kynewisbok Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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A LETTER Leipsig. Germany. May 6. 1 )$2. My Dear Elsie: Have just finished reading your letter lor the—I can't tell how many-cth time—anti cnjoyc«l it so much. Since coming to (jermany my correspondents have forgotten that I. as well as you. am out of touch with the old life, and consequently hungering for the hits of gossip so clear to a girl s heart. But that heart, mine at least, has recently been refreshed by a letter from Mrs. Dillen-hack—vou remember she used to be” Max Crawford, and such a quiet girl, but has develop'd into a wonderful woman, and. with her husliand. is enjoying an unlimited sta in Paris. Mr. Dillcnhack made his money bv his novel. “I zzic. the Minister.” which is really a biography of Rudy Vzzell. the world-famed evangelist. and taking for his motto. An inefficient he i worse than the truth, decided that America was not the place for rising aristocrats and sailed on the next day for Eurojn . Martha Markisen. who writes me. met such an untimely death. She and Mr. Bliss, it seems, had joined forces and become the most successful slicks and train robbers of modem times. They were trapjied and on discovering themselves ln-trayed. lcajxM from the train, and Martha was instantly killed. Bliss has turned hermit. Too had. two people who began so brightly to follow the good way should have fallen so far from grace! My husband and I went to see Faust” last evening, and, dear Elsie, we were so delighted by our old schoolmate. Edward Stauffer's marvelous interpretation of the character Mephistopheles—lie is a fine actor and looked as villainous as of yore. Mrs. I)— wrote. t x , that she hail lately | aid a visit to our old friend, Alice Richardson Evans, who. she says, makes a lieautiful and model minister’s wife: her husliand is such a gifted man. Mrs. Crook, who is Professor of English at the Berlin University, met him and says he is a model man. Truly a model family in a model parish! 1 supjiose you have heard about Vernon Brigham. but woman-like, 1 must toll you anyway. He was conqiounding an insoluble chemical, embalming stuff, the secret of which lias made him renowned, and by accident dropjicd the retort tin his foot, hurting it so seriously that he had to have removed the three toes which it didn’t embalm. Such a calamity would have lieen tragic if it had hap|ici!cd to our dancing master. Mr. Thomas, who is becoming an eminent litcrarx critic as fast as his eyesight, which he lost for a while, will allow. Rather gritty of hint, wasn’t it. to employ his feet when his head gave out—he always was a worker. And. oh! 1 mustn’t forget to tell what she heard aliout Stanley Hornheck. He raised the biggest crop of onions in Missouri Inst summer! Who would have dreamed of him as a typical farmer: and volt won't believe it. but they say his wife has frizzly, red hair. You asked me aliout Lulu (ilockner. I lielicve •die is at the head of a training school for professional basket-ball plavers. She lias brought the game doxvn to a scientific basis You will die laughing when 2d

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WILLIAM ANDREW SALLSTROM William Andrew Sailstrom was lnirti in Illinois ami spent liis earlier years at Dcsplaines. a suburb of Chicago. In he entered the I’rejjaratory School of the l niversity and. though not physically strong, worked his way through the three years and stood high in scholarship. In !? » »; he was elected President of the Freshman class. The larger j»art of the following year he 'pent teaching, attending the I Diversity only during the spring term. In the tall of i ! he lx gan teaching again and. while on a visit to Denver, during the Christmas holidays, died of hemorrhage of the lungs. He was of Norwegian descent, and the spirit that led on his iking ancestors to brave storms and dangers, likewise led him through difficulties and over obstacles that would have appalled one of less strength of character. He worked hard for the realization of ho|ies which Nature did not allow him to sec fulfilled Though his life was cut short Ik fore he had been able to accomplish much, the world is tile Ix'ttcr for his having lived in it. He was an honest and manly fellow—such men as the world needs. 27

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I tell you that Maude W alker refused $5,000 a night and was only to sing three numbers. Her voice is truly marvelous. I heard her in the spring of 1902 in “Dorothy.” and it was wonderful. She never did care a cent for money, you know, so she refuses bushels of offers. And Litcile, she says, lias done the very worst tiling—you remember Lucile Timhcrlake, of course. W ell, anyway, after these many years of single blessedness, she has taken unto herself a husband who is twenty years younger than she is. but love, they say. is blind. Isn't it funny? She used to be so much sought after in the days of old, and we thought she would be the first to be led to the altar. Such a topsy-turvy world as this is at best! So hard to tell how people will turn out. for my eye caught the strangest item in an American newspaper the other day. It said. “Gooldv. Car-son and Hunter, assisted by Mrs. Hunter 1 nee Holderer) are traveling through the country on a political tour. It is positively the greatest trust combination that the United States has ever had to deal with, for Mrs. Hunter trusts Mr. Hunter, who is running for President, and Hunter trusts Carson, who is running for Vice-President, and they all trust Gooldv. who is the power behind the throne, the brain, the brawn, the Mark Hanna of the whole confidential scheme.” I notice, however, that the “confidential scheme” of this “trust business” is very dear to the American heart and shows signs of being the most popular of campaigns. And Klsie. who do you think she saw one Saturday when she was in New York? Marguerite Dyer, whom she describes as a happy little old lady with white hair and spectacles. And can you imagine what sin is doing?—has a house full of children—street gamins whom she is instructing in the good and righteous way. along with several cats and her house maids. Wilber Alter has developed into the business man, with a great coat and pince-nez, who docs things. ()f course, he has money to feed to the black birds, but does not. because it is bad for the digestive apparatus. He has all that heart could wish, even to a dog. which he carries around everywhere with him. Dogs are good friends. I saw Mabel Drown last year while she was taking the waters at Da den. 1 should think that thirty years spent in teaching the piano with rests of only two or three months at a time would make anyone a lit subject for Daden. Dut she seems to enjoy her work very much. I must close this long letter now. as it is midnight and my eyes are misty with the dews of fond remembrance. I like my Kathcrland’s ways, altho I love America. My husband and I live cjuict. happy lives, devoted to work and play, and 1 often think of old I). I , days. Dear. Klsie. you needn't explain to me; I know you and Mr.---------are happy, and trust this will find you well. Pin sure you must like the new position on the college faculty. Goodnight, and write soon, for I always long for news from the other side of the Atlantic. Lovingly yours, II NTT IK MKYKK Sell WAIIACIIINSKI lIl’RO. 29