Williamsport High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Williamsport, IN)

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I- '-'mi' iii., ' . i'i'.iiif me oldeyro o -s- 522 -I -'3 i ' V 5 .f3Y 'Asif 5-'Ii 1' jx ?l6 found also that Dora McKinzie was leaving New York aboard the S. S. Olympia for Paris, to take advanced art work. Wondering at my good luck in learning of my companions' where- abouts, I made my way toward my hotel, as I had but a few hours left before plane time. Walking along the great thorofare, a million things took my attention, but I became most interested in the window displays and examined each in turn as I passed. Passing a huge department store, I arrived in front of a tiny shop, and I was so struck by the con- trast of the two that it held my attention. It bore the title The Broad- way Tea Room and beneath this was the names: Stewart-Walker. Acting on a hunch, I entered and ordered tea. As I was waiting for its arrival two ladies entered and I realized that I had been correct. It was Doris and Hester, and after recognition and greetings we talked of our high school days, and of our progress since graduation. While still chatting, we observed two rather tall, smartly dressed women entering the tea room. They were greeted cordially by my hostesses and without introduction I recognized them to be Mary Held and Maxine Schlosser. I learned that they now were in charge of the Civic Library, the largest in New York, and were very successful , in their chosen vocation. W As I had to catch my plane in a very short time, I was forced to take my leave and hurry to my hotel. After' hastily packing, I caught a taxi to the field and arrived just before take-off time. , , As I entered the cabin, I did not immediately become aware of my surroundings, but as I began to notice the passengers, I was struck by the smartness of a woman passenger sitting a few chairs ahead of me. and I finally realized as I spoke it was Rosalie Bainbridge. She recog- nized me instantly as I spoke to her, and as we sat reminiscing I related to her my marvelous luck in learning of my old classmates. Our chat was cut short by the arrival of the plane at Washington, her home since her marriage to Senator Bannel. - The rest of my trip was uneventful, but after my marvelous luck I was convinced that fate had smiled upon me, and Ireturned to my home, a happy man. A JULIAN '31 'n L ,mfgf ! ,QT -zQm,1.1.n:n U, ,,llff.!l lfll - e,l'a-Ll f x Page twenty-one f ' 1 ?n.!L.4-31V 'i

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f befgolde ro J' 5 if 5 ZTIII ?s1,Zff- Q. argl I gif, .- 1 1 511- r W1 A. , - ,E J A has present, interviewing my friends. I started to leave but was called back by the stranger. As I approached him I was aware of a sense of familiarity, and as he greeted me, I realized that he was my old class- mate, Estel Odle. He had prospered since graduating, and was now the editor of the World Press, one of New York's largest newspapers. We chatted with our friends, and after finally taking our leave, made our way to his club, to which he had invited me to lunch, with a promise of some surprises. We entered the club, and after I had been seated, my friend left me on some mission known only to himself. Presently he returned, accompanied by three other men, and as they approached, I recognized the newcomers to be Ralph Strickland, Desmond Abel, and Archie Greenwood. They greeted me heartily and we all lunched together, relating our experiences since high school days. These three fellows, it seemed, after graduating, had joined together in a partnership and formed an organization which had been highly successful, being known as the Giant Chain Stores. While we were still seated, a man arose from a table nearby and approached our table. At first glance he was a stranger but on closer scrutiny we recognized him. It was Lincoln Rush, and we learned, after talking with him a few minutes, that he was now chief of New York's great detective force. At present he was perplexed by the theft of the famous jewels of one of New York's society leaders, Audress Traviolia, which had been stolen in a daring holdup that had occurred as she and her party were leaving the theater. And, by coincidence. the attraction was none other than a recital by Dorothy Frazier, now an accomplished violinist. After chatting with my friends for a short while, I took my leave and made my way down Broadway. Still thinking of the jewel rob- bery and the twist of fate attached to it, I purchased a newspaper, not only to learn the details of the robbery but also to find out the duration of Miss Frazier's performance. I was more than successful. Not only did I learn that Miss Frazier's performance continued for the duration of the week, but also of the activities of some of my old classmates. In an upper corner of the sport page was a picture of none other than Geneva Crowe, now world's champion woman golfer, and on the next page, the society page, I found several things of interest. ' t and Countess Seville Cformerly Dorothy Cameron! were ouri United States the first time since their wedding. And I Q 'fi mm N iii .QB N! I l -A . PM . . t ' 4.32 SES M lUllIii3 ,..f 1i G' .-'7 1+ ' lily, .WV wg, -,'.A . V ' Page twenty Ji'

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