West Technical High School - Technician Yearbook (Cleveland, OH)

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(Elaaa Jirnpljenj February, 1919 W ell, in the first place I never could see why teeth were such a bother. To me. a dentist was nothing short of a monster and I always did dread any necessary visits. l»ut no torture lasts forever, and even the worst is soon over. With this thought in mind, I bravely set out to “get even” with the tooth which had, for the last month or so been quite active. As I was in no great hurry. I leisurely promenaded the streets, looking at the different shop windows and become quite interested in the display of the latest fashions in spring suits. While thus engrossed a limousine suddenly stopped at the entrance of a large store and out stepped a tall graceful young lady. “Well,” thought I, “that certainly reminds me of someone I know.” A second glance satisfied me as the young lady bestowed a smile upon a little street urchin, who had also been admiring the fine clothes. Without a further thought 1 rushed up to her, gave her hand a welcome shake and with a “Hello Dorothy,” I immediately requested her to honor me with a short account of her life since she had left West Tech, which she did. 1 was so engrossed with our conversation that I had forgotten my original errand until my unfortunate tooth gave me a reminding tug. A hasty good-bye and she was gone. So Dorothy Emmett was a settlement worker and a very popular one, too, with her ready smile and helping hand. I began to wonder about my classmates, and became eager to know how they had fared. At last I reached my destination and was very fortunate to find no one there but myself. Meanwhile the tugging at the root of my tooth had become much more pronounced and I was only too glad to seat myself in the dentist's chair.

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cured, you will in no doubt be in better condition to undertake the tedious task of setting up type under the supervision of Mr. Groves. But don’t be frightened, if you distribute more words than type, for Mr. Groves is too good-natured to scold. If you wish to have your name flashed on Broadway, the thing to do is to put yourself under the direction of Miss .Stearns, for you all know that she has put our school plays across with a vim which has proven a great success. Another who has done much to further the dramatic qualities of the pupils is the Corinthian I'acuity Advisor, Mrs. Bortz. It is with regret that we leave her, to the girls of this coming class. We leave you, the girls of June Class, to try to excel the efforts Which we made in making the beautiful gowns, which you see on some of the girls tonight. Try your best to do as Miss Hear on tells you, and you might succeed. And last but not least in any way, is our dean. Mr. Axline. It is with regret that we resign him to you. He has helped us in so many ways it would be impossible to begin naming them. To you the June Class, we bequeath his helping hand. It is our greatest desire that you should succeed to as great extent as we did. We bid you goodbye with the assurance that you will live up to the high standard of West Technical High School. (Signed) The February Class of 1919. Witnesses: Paul Bearer, 176 Gas Jet Alley. Luke Warm, 916 Pumpkin Lane. Earl Lee, 1689 Mosquito Hollow. EDELTRUDE RYANT PHYLLIS MEYER

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He calmly examined my tooth and then more calmly announced that it would have to be extracted. Extracted! The word itself suggested horrors untold, but I finally consented to the operation, after the dentist suggested taking gas as a means of transferring my mind elsewhere. Far away I heard a voice faintly saying, ‘’breathe deeply”—but in a twinkling even that faded away. When 1 next opened my eyes. I was no longer viewing a dentist, but found myself next to an old. old woman, very quaintly dressed in a garb of a gypsy and instead of being in a dentist’s chair, I was sailing away, high above the clouds. I looked to see what it was. that was conveying me to my unknown destination, but could come to no definite conclusion as it was like nothing 1 had ever seen before. It had large wings like an aeroplane and the bottom in which my companion and I sat was shaped very much like a canoe. Hut it was on the whole very well suited to the woman so oddly attired and who was now my guide, but whereto? I did not know. The silence was finally broken with “Watch and I answer your wishes.” My wishes. And then I knew that she was here to tell me of the whereabouts of my classmates. Her next movement interested me as she carefully lifted a little box containing many vials of different hues. Selecting one; a bottle containing a bright green mixture, she carefully broke it and in the same instant the air about me became a dense haze. Another second passed and in this hazy atmosphere, a scene appeared. At first I could only distinguish a number of moving figures, but slowly they dissolved into three distinct scenes. Spell-bound I watched the first scene. There I clearly saw a circus in full swing. At one end of the circus ring, a lithe acrobat won round after round of applause. With a quick bow to the audience he was off. but not before 1 recognized him as Robert Hauschild. At the other end of the ring a tall husky man exhibited his strength bv lifting large bowl?.of pink lemonade, while the maker. Mary Kosky, distributed recipes for making this refreshment. ’ to the audience. As he in turn left the ring. I saw Albert Kreiling, now known as “Dutch.” the strongest man in the world. But the biggest attraction of the evening was the little playlet staged in the middle of the ring. It was the dramatization of a series of cartoons, famous throughout the world and was very clever from start to finish. What made it more interesting