West Side High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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cats are pets of Hollywood actresses who have left them in Olive ' s care. Next appears a row of stores on a quiet street in the old home town. A red and white striped pole outside Earl Marquis ' shop names his profession as that of barber; and the next store, where overalls, straw hats, and harnesses are sold, belongs jointly to Edward Peters and Rudolph Krause. The footlights flare up suddenly as a black-faced minstrel struts out upon the stage, accompanied by a startling blare from the saxo- phones. The darky is joined in his capers by his friend, Ebenezer, who accents each witty remark by a great roll of his eyeballs. The audience is held in an uproar. But at length, when Ebenezer opens his mouth to sing a darky lullaby, his clear, flute-like tenor voice fills his listeners with thrills of delight and surprise. He is called back again and again, and when at last this act is over, and, in the dressing room, these minstrels remove the burnt-cork makeup, the faces disclosed are those of Winifred Lange and Richard Rankin. A young lady who at first glance appears to be holding the hand of the young man who sits looking at her across a small table is, on second glance, discovered to be employed manicuring his finger nails. It is Dorothy Lewellyn, who smilingly engages him in conversation while she goes about her work. The prettily arranged window of Caroline Meyers ' exclusive shop appears. Dainty collars and cuffs, fancy handkerchiefs, and hand- knit sweaters allure the hearts of feminine passers by, and find favor with the most exacting. The monotonous repetition of the scale of G being played over and over by a patient child, does not weary Edith Miller, the little gill ' s painstaking music teacher. Well preserved and sprightly, though gray-haired and seventy, Ellen Morgan sits at her desk writing Latin plays which people of classic taste wail eagerly for her to produce from her magic pen, or rather, magic mind. A roomy Y. M. C. A. swimming pool appears where boys, with arms uplifted and bodies poised to make a new fashioned dive, await the final directions from their instructor, Wolfred Ocksenkehl. A bright-faced athletic woman is standing on the platform of a spacious assembly room, addressing a body of students. She is none other than Ida Osterbeck, who is telling her audience that she is proud to be coach of the team that has won the State championship so easily. A stout woman with spectacles on her nose and a broad-brimmed sun hat on her head stands with her arms akimbo, neglecting to feed the pigs and water the cows, in her excitement as she tells her neighbor jus1 why Susanna Jones wants a divorce, and what made the Campbells stay home from church last Sunday, and who Anna Perkins is going to marry. This talkative woman is Phyllis Ostrander. Behind a large oaken desk in an office sits Lena Pankonin, attired in a modish skirt and blouse, with her hair neatly dressed in the newest fashion. But this bit of good taste cannot hide the fact that she is a very efficient young lady, as one needs must be to retain the position of private secretary of the President of the United States. Looking as though they had stepped from the pages of a story . book, stand a group of attractive dainty little tots, in graceful attitudes, about to learn some fancy step from their mistresses, Margaret Pitts and Ila Marble, teachers of this clever dance which is very popular among San Francisco ' s smart set. High up on the snowy cap of the matterhorn is a little party of Alpine climbers, headed by a woman guide. Now they pause, as a steep slippery cliff confronts them ; but their experienced guide, Gladys

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On a busy corner of Madison Avenue, New York, are automobiles and crowded cars, and drivers impatient to be moving, while a woman traffic officer stands, quickly and efficiently directing the throngs by her signals. She is Carol Redmond, and the chauffeur, who, cool and reliable guides a great purring machine by her, is Frank McDermid. In the tonneau of the car he drives, reposes a young man whose easy bearing and smart-cut clothes distinguish him as one of New York ' s exclusive set. He is Orville Gile. The stage is darkened and the spotlight plays upon a graceful figure that whisks out in filmy pink. Each delicate movement of this graceful flitting dancer, Leota Goodrow, fascinates and attracts. The light falls upon the small figure of an office girl. Her face glows with pleasure and satisfaction as she looks fondly at the medal she holds in her hand. Irene Gross has just received the unique dis- tinction of being named the speediest writer of shorthand diction in her state. Across the little footbridge that spans a clear iris-bordered pond in Japan, where butterflies gayly hover and birds of brilliant plumage gleam, iridescent, in the sunlight, stands a bamboo cottage, the tem- porary residence of Gladys Harper, who is buying Japanese tea sets for an American company. Buried in thought, with a sheet of white drawing paper before her, Grace Harper is carefully designing loose, comfortable costumes with which to introduce the dress reform she is planning to initiate. In a sunny, white enameled beauty parlor with pots of salve, boxes of powder and bottles of hair tonic around her, sits Erma Grumell, one of the most popular hairdressers of Palm Beach. A tall man appears, in corduroys and fur cap, wading through the snow. Two large dogs follow at his heels. He walks along until he reaches a small cabin around which great logs are stacked in orderly piles. The winds sigh through the great pine forest as, calling his dogs, the man enters and begins preparations for his solitary meal. He is James Hay, who has taken up a valuable claim in Northwestern Canada. A man, who seems to be in great haste, is endeavoring to deliver an important message by long distance. The clear, distinct voice of the operator who answers hi m, is that of Mildred Heidger. The tropic sun beats fiercely down upon an automobile traversing a smooth macadam road in Venezuela. Now the way leads over stretches of heated plain, now through a vast forest, and again over great bridges, firmly built to withstand the rushing torrents, swollen by the heavy rains. This way has been constructed by a band of men, who were stung by insects, attacked by serpents, tormented by the heat, and then, when nearing desperation were led on to success by the in- domitable will, the stern resolution, and the great courage of their leader, Roscoe Hefron. In a prosperous furniture store, a salesman is demonstrating a talking machine of the latest and most elegant period design. The customer hesitates, undecided as to whether he wishes to buy or not. Then the salesman mentions the fact that the machine was designed by John Herzog. The customer hesitates no longer, for it is well known that John Herzog designs for only the best machines, and that his patterns are sought by the most fastidious persons. The sunlight beams upon the green lawn and the low sloping roof of a little, brown, rose-trellised cottage. The man entering the gateway is greeted by a rosy, pretty young woman, followed by a dozen beautiful cats. As she picks up a lovely Angora kitten, showing it to her husband and commenting upon its condition, her dimpled smile shows that she is Olive Hymans. The man is none other than Chick Kehren, and the

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Plambeck, with the light hatchet she carries, cuts little grooves for steps in the icy surface. At last, the hazardous ascent accomplished, they pause on the summit to gaze in profound admiration at the view that lies stretched before them. Then, rested, they descend, looking backward to catch one last glimpse of the peaks, rosy-tinted and glorious with the sunset. In the spacious grounds adjoining a beautiful mansion is a lovely youthful woman in jaunty sport costume, holding in her hand a tennis racquet as she poses for her adoring artist husband. The classic pro- file he paints, the one that has so delighted the magazine publishers, is that of Ann Powell. In a small, foreign, second hand store, Carrie Purchase is buying, to add to her collection of curios, an old jet necklace which the Queen of Sheba may have worn. A girl, heavily bundled in the furs of her aviatrix uniform, steps quickly from the plane in which she has just landed. Friends and acQuaintances rush up to her and congratulate her on her safe return, for a trip to the south po ; uy aeroplane is a feat that has been ac- complished by no one save Dorothea Reickle. In a sunny nursery, - x re plump little rabbits chase each othei in endless succession a.r ad the wall paper borders, a diminutive mother contentedly rod her doll to sleep, while her baby brother plays with his engine, or t. inbers about the cushioned window seat Their governess, Lillian K isner, glances from her novel just in time to avert a ruinous snip oi the blunt scissors with which little Don is about to fringe the curiam. Lying at anchor, in the deep blue waters just off the palm-fringed coast of Florida, is a handsome pleasure yacht, belonging to a weathy resident. The uniformed captain, who stands at attention as the owner approaches, is Joeseph Robertson. An old woman is sitting on the doorstep of a tumbled-down shack with a pile of nerbs, which she is sortmg, in her lap. In the meantime, she mumbles to herself some unintelligible words. Over the door is posted tne sign, ' Evelyn Richter, Quack Doctor. Junior Rockwood enters a large office and goes immediately to the Postal Clerk ' s desk. He seats himself and begins looking over his letters. Upon reading one his face breaks into a smile, and he gives a long whistle of surprise and pleasure, for in the letter he is informed that his work has beer so satisfactory that he will receive an increase in salary. While on her European travels, Grechen Roethke lingers long under the sunny skies of Italy. There she may be seen ardently admiring all the historical spots, and gazing thoughtfully cf a bust of Columbus (on a pedestal) . The face seems familiar to her. Perhaps it is that of some one she has met on her travels; so she does not ask the question, Is he dead? A young man walks about a huge theater, pointing out to the decorators the points which should be changed. He is Walter Roeser, supervising the remodeling of the Royal Palms Theater, in Chicago. A school-room appears, filled with mischievous oungsters. One glances up slyly from his book to tell some childish secret to his neigh- bor. The voice that is raised in admonition is that of Dorothy Schendal, teacher in this rural school. The morning sunlight filters through the many colored panes of the church window and falls upon the sincere upturned face of the pastor, Russel Shepherd, whose reverend, impassioned words move the hearts of his listeners. A steady stream of customers passes in and out of a repair shop