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

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wan’s Fresh Air Camp, to which Marcella devoted her time, ile talking to the other children in the ward, Magdalene Gressle pped forward to greet Edeltrude Ryant who had come to visit hospital. The queer gypsy who sat beside me. afterwards rormed me that Edeltrude did more than visit hospitals, as her entire life was devoted to cheering up people less fortunate than herself by means of her wonderful voice. The next scene was not very clear and it took me some time to fully comprehend it. People thronged about a large shop window, very elegantly trimmed. A jjoster announced John Dyble. as the person responsible for that display of artistic knowledge. T looked at the display in the window and was very much astonished to tine! living models in place of the usual one of plaster of Paris. The attraction of the season was a handsome outer wrap made after a very enticing fashion and worn by a very tall woman. Loretta Decker was certainly suited to the part and carried off most of the honors. The people watching the style show had become very much excited but were quickly subdued by Mary Delsander. an officer of the law. My eyes had begun to smart and I began to rub them but 1 stopped as I suddenly recognized Phyllis Mever as a printer in the remaining scene. Everything was confusion and large headlines of a paper which she was reading arrested my attentions. The Farmer-ville Bank, owned by Percival Gaskell, had failed. A picture of the unfortunate banker photographed by Frank Abbey, appeared on the front page of the paper. A door suddenly opened and in rushed Oliver Bowman, a reporter, who saved the banker by the news that the report was false and that the Farmerville Bank was very prosperous. The printer sat undisturbed and continued her reading, finally turning the page. There I read that another woman had been elected to the Senate, namely, Frances Lindesmith, and I felt very proud of our Class. A broken white bottle was responsible for the next series of scenes but this time there were only two instead of three. A college campus was the first thing that greeted me here. Going up the steps leading to a large building was Fred Mayer, now a dignified professor and yes, he wore spectacles, which added to his dignity. He entered the room and seated at a desk was Edith Toreson, Dean of Eastern Reserve. The professor took a set of blue prints out of

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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

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a portfolio he was carrying and he and the Dean sat down to dis the new Girl’s Dormitory, the plans being the work of Clan Mraz, architect. A horse galloped past the building, bearing Gor Muterbaugh, riding master of the University. Elmer Vanderploog and Robert Wirth were partners in a largs Realty Company in the other scene. While the stenographer rapidly taking Elmer Vanderploog's dictation was La Verne Taylor. I felt quite tired now and arose to ease my stiffened joints. While doing so, I accidentally overturned the box containing the colored vials, thus breaking them. The result was a number of confused scenes all massed together, but 1 manged to distinguish Susan Cowell as a cook; Willis Anschutz, an engineer; Raymond Cue. an arduous speaker; Gartha Hacket. a noted authoress; Phillip Holland, the inventor of a fudge pan marked in squares for the convenience of Estelle Marth. a confectioner. Myrtle Shenck was teaching a number of children the art of saying their A B Cs backward; while Arthur Stiegelmeier was second only to Hawkshavv himself, when it came to unraveling mysteries. I was very much disturbed to find the scenes ended here because I wished to know what was occupying the time of the remainder of my classmates. I happened to glance down at my feet and to my joy I saw a blue bottle lying there, unbroken. 1 hailed it with a glad cry, my companion just as eager, hastily broke it and again J watched. Walter Christopher and Everett Sloat. owners of a tobaccoless cigarette factory were planning to give a concert for the benefit of their employees. Some of the music was to be furnished by Al. Schmitz, trombone player and Loretta Frey, a noted pianist. William Nealon, a prosperous owner of a barber shop used exclusively by millionaires, was busily conversing with Edith Ohman. manicurist of the same establishment. I looked at the different men constituting the quartet, which entertained waiting patrons and was surprised to find Norman Kuebler, a bass singer. s this scene faded away. I turned to the last, for it was the last, as I had now accounted for all but one. Paul Neff, the blonde beauty, was just as spry as ever and used his spryness to good effect by teaching little girls fancy dancing. I was surprised to again see William Nealon who had come