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

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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

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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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to me was the fact that the hero was our old friend Clifford l.aisy and the heroine, the one and only possessor of a very unusual shade of hair, namely, Ruth Leach. I was quite surprised to see that the audience did not seem contented, in fact they arose and appeared to be calling for someone. My companion, noticing that it was all very mysterious to me enlightened me somewhat bv: “They no satislied. they want author.” I couldn’t see why the author didn’t appear, and couldn’t see how he could resist their calls, but all this cleared when a slender man timidly stepped out to receive his shower of applause. I sav timid, because these world famous cartoons were the work of Lawrence Cole, one time President of the February Class of 1919. With his exit, the scene changed and only two were left. Still very much interested. I gazed at the second scene. This was quite a contrast to the first, as I now saw the interior of a large and beautiful hotel, owned by Oswald Kraushaar. An exhibition was taking place in a room, which reminded me of the Rainbow Room in the Winton. After minor numbers, the audience became settled as if expecting something unusual. Thev certainly were rewarded, because the next number was a series of brilliant feats or. the ice. The skaters were attractively attired and I watched and watched, because these two “ice fairies” were August Boehmer and Ruth Hale. Well, to my mind wonders will never cease. This scene also passed into the air and I turned my attention to the remaining one. It was one of perfect happiness. To the front stood a little, wooden church with the doors wide open to admit the faithful. 'Phis was only a minor detail of the picture because a more important function was taking place inside. Two hearts were to be united into one and the work of uniting them was left to John Scott, the minister, while one of the hearts to be united was the property of Frances Woodruff, or better known as Frances Bergener. A bottle containing a red mixture was broken this time, and the same haze enveloped me, and again three scenes held my attention. The first was one of quiet and order. Dorothy Conners and Magdalene Gressle as nurses were in earnest conversation with the noted Dr. Lunte. After their talk they visited the children’s ward and made two little tots very happy by sending them to Marcella